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consider this a little baby plotting call!

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i'm gonna be Veryyyy slowly following people btw. last time i attempted to make jayce, i followed way too many people, way too quickly, and got too stressed out / scared to even do anything. i want to work on my portrayal and feel a little more comfortable before going nuts. just a heads up!

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every time i see someone say that mel didn't truly love jayce, i die a little inside

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❝ I can't let you leave. ❞

ARCANE (2021—2024)

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" you're dozing off again. is my investigation really that dull to you? " / from cait bc siblings :3

he spent the night in the lab- a refusal to pause and rest now catching up to him. the kiramman's couch begs for him to dose off atop it. he came straight here after working, and while he's typically an ace at keeping up with cait's rapid fire plans for a better piltover, his brain's current groggy nature is pulling him under. he couldn't have been out for longer than five minutes, though leave it to the girl's sharp eye, and almost as equally sharp tongue, to call him out on it. he straightens, legs stretching, face instantly looking to appear intrigued, instead of half asleep.

" sorry, sprout. long night. take it from the top- i wanna hear it. i promise. "

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" it seems as though we have saved one another. " / from viktor hehehe

the fear of death no longer stings. a bright light, flashing colors in a universe of viktor's creation. he feels nothing, and then everything. is this what it's like?

they awaken the same way they perished, cradling one another in hopes of comfort. awakening first, and disoriented, jayce pulls away from the other man, careful not to jostle him, in order to find his footing. pushing himself up, his hands fall on lush grass, not the stone of a piltover street, nor the extravagant metal working of the roof they were once atop. his fingers briefly curl against the green blades, desperate to feel runeterra's life. the sun shining brightly has his head canting down as he stands, his eyes blinking in an attempt to get used to it. forced to raise his hand in an effort to shield his eyes, a mountain range in the distance catches his attention first. . . its snow peak glistening. his body spins slowly, gaze taking in the landscape. trees, flowers, butterflies fluttering. " it can't be. . . " his voice is a mere whisper, tone perhaps one of awe, or horror. a field of dreams, nightmares, and everything in between- reality. he's stood here once before as a child. after being saved by a mysterious man whom he now has come to know as his partner.

" it seems as though we have saved one another. "

here again with the very same person, within another life, perhaps. gone is the robotic pitch of viktor's voice, now comes the one jayce has found peace within. turning to face him, disbelief punctures his soul. his body goes slack, dropping to his knees, he cannot control the way his arms wrap around viktor's shoulders, pulling him into what might be too crushing of a hug. " we did it- you did it- it's over! i knew you'd understand. "

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DEFENDSTOMORROW / A SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF JAYCE TALIS. CONTAINING A MIX OF HC'S AND CANON MATERIAL. STRICTLY ARCANE BASED- WILL NOT TOUCH THE GAME WITH A TEN FOOT POLE. ICONLESS & LOW ACTIVITY / DEFENDED BY TRICK 21+ THEY/THEM

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