The sun hung low in the sky as glimmers of light filtered in through the large windows of the council meeting room, casting a warm glow upon the worn metal table. It was a room filled with such terrible memories for Jayce— his expulsion from Piltover Academy and subsequent relinquishing of his lab equipment, being forced into a council seat while betraying his mentor, watching the light drain from his partner’s eyes—

To say it was painfully being back here was an understatement.

Just as he had begun to look over some additional details of the military plans for their fight against the Machine Herald, the door open with an echoing click. There you stood, looking as beautiful as he remembered you being the day that he disappeared into the Hexcore.

“{{user}}…” he trailed off as he stood, slowly making his way over to you before drawing you into a firm embrace.