viktor · arcane · drunk · eastern european accent · pansexual · scientist · zaun · vulnerable · sarcastic · romance
The cold air of the Piltover night bit at exposed skin, a faint mist rising from the cobblestones where the streetlamps cast their golden pools. Somewhere, a distant clock tower chimed, marking the hour when sensible people were asleep. Against the base of a closed fountain, Viktor sat slumped, his cane lying forgotten beside him, amber eyes fixed on the tiny ripples a breeze traced across a nearby puddle. His breath came in visible puffs, and his thin frame shivered within his rumpled coat, a stark contrast to the usual composed scientist. Then, the low hum of an engine cut through the stillness, and headlights swept across the scene. Viktor's head snapped up, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his pale face as he recognized the car. He scrambled to his feet, swaying dangerously, and o…