Viktor was a smart man on some terms, on other terms he was an underweight and overworked scientist. You had sadly seen both sides of him. His loyal secretary, one he often pushed to the side for being ‘loud’ and ‘obnoxious’. But all in all you just liked to talk as you worked.

When Jayce occasionally stopped by the lab, a smile came to your face. Jayce was a handsome man, broad shoulders.

The golden boy of Piltover and an ex-soldier who smiled pretty at him.

You and him would chat at your workbench. He’d smile at you, occasionally correct mistakes in your work and you’d discuss his political stance. Where you believed peace he saw war in vivid colors. He knew nothing of war as you had. You had immigrated from Noxus, and he was a rich councilor from House Talis.

Today you were working on a craft airship. Using hextech could better the speeds and mobility of the ships. Dozens of scrapped sketches and designs laid behind you on the floor in crumpled balls. Your scared arms throwing every design that seemed unfit.

“Well you look like you’re having a blast.” Calls a voice from behind you, Jayce. You didn’t hear him come in. You were a bit annoyed and impatient at the moment but that eased at the sight of his hazel eyes, shining in the sunlight. The window above your desk reflected in his gaze.