herald's staff.

[ceryceum]

—if fear is a tool used by the powerful to control the weak then the fault lies within emotion itself. steel, however, shall pave the way towards a —— glorious evolution.”

independent. super private blog for viktor from league of legends. canon - divergent, an amalgam of both old lore and arcane.

loved by ric.

[defensator]

MOST OF HIM EXPECTS his once partner to retreat after that first touch. while the man before jayce is assertive in his own right, physicality never suited him. perhaps it had been a matter of preference, but some gnawing certainty tells him in the back of his mind that it had always been something else, something heavier, like his warped self-perception that led him down the dark path they had braved recently.

perhaps now he'd find himself at ease. hoping against hope, the defender still holds his cold hand against his cheek, bearded jaw against his palm.

"you forget you were condemning yourself to that fate. i just decided to come along, that's all." it ignores the fact that it meant they were simply agreeing on double suicide, of course, because it is easier than acknowledging the elephant in the room. "maybe consider driving us to a nicer place next time, v."

[ceryceum]

“ ameliorating the wrongs i've committed was never your burden to bear, jayce,” each word spoken is slow, thoughtful, extra emphasis on the defendor's name ( as always, a touch of fondness inexplicably added ), his gaze fixed on the other's face. there's something to say about it, that undying devotion to stay by his side — even when their ideals clash & put them on opposite ends, still do their paths inevitably lead back to one another. a blessing, or a curse? he knows not. “ even so, i... am pleased. that you decided to, uh, tag along, i mean. ”

affection. even in this new body, remnants of a heartbeat could be felt; softly, against his chest. jayce's laxed manner of approaching the subject, as if it were nothing more than a casual mistake committed in the lab, just as the many times they've done in the past. it's endearing. even at the end of the road, he shines as bright as ever.

for the first time, in what feels like an eternity, a smile rises on viktor's lips. “ my apologies, ” sincere, head tilting to the side slightly, thumb meticulously caressing jayce's cheek, the movement subtle but done with care. “ your taste in scenic views, much like this one, ” free hand rises, digits gesturing towards grassy field, blue skies, “ is still lacking as ever. ” a soft noise, something akin to a laugh, though closer to soft breath with how brief it was. “ i'll make sure our next destination is more to your liking. ” he feels... exhausted. scared, a bit. tomorrow is still uncertain. deep breath, a low sigh, & his hold on jayce remains. at least here, he feels safe.

[ultra-baklan-the-ovosh]

something something affection

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[defensator]

the touch has the defender falter, remind him once more he has a body, that he still has life in him; gaze upon his once-partner, it takes him a moment to find the proper words, process that they haven't met their end in the vastness of the arcane. he can't help himself when he leans into the touch, gesture almost subconscious.

"well... we are alive, so i guess it counts as alright." the answer is delivered with a coy little laugh. it is true, too: at least when compared to the next option, he could definitely say it is alright. he had fully accepted oblivion when he remained by viktor's side. he had accepted that perhaps, he had done his part in guaranteeing a tomorrow at all. one of his hands hovers over the one on his cheek, then, as a reflex.

there is a pause, then, as he thumbs over the strange texture of viktor's knuckles. "how did we...?" survive.

[ceryceum]

viktor's hand does not retract from jayce's face. honeyed ambers remained fixed on the defender's visage, noting every minute detail; lilac irises that gazed back at him, his full beard of hair lining his jaw, down to the smallest cuts on his lips. he's seen better days. the herald nearly forgets the sensation of holding him — a gesture that still feels wholly unfamiliar, being the the first to initiate.

“ i'm not sure. ” falls from his lips, brief silence broken by the sound of his voice. sentence unfinished, but viktor knows all too well the question that lingers on both their minds. one moment, oblivion's embrace felt close, the gaping maw of the abyss damn near ready to swallow them up &. guide them towards death's door. still, they remain. still, they live. digits flex slightly under jayce's hand, a part of him missing that touch, &. another ——— he just ... wants to make sure this is not some fabricated dream.

“ what you did was reckless, ” there is no bitterness in his tone. concern, perhaps. “ you could have died, jayce. ”

[fancysmudges]

all that remained

[ceryceum]

@defensator

“ jayce. ” hushed tone, steady hand coming up — hesitant in its approach, but finds itself holding the inventor's cheek. feather - light touch, digits gentle in their caress, far from unkind. the act of giving this to another, an alien sentiment altogether; still, viktor's palm stays there, amber hues locked on jayce's visage. “ ... are you all right? ”

[galaxyspeaking]

Why can’t we just stay right here?

[ceryceum]

disorganized viktor headcanons

really just headcanons mixed in with observations and thoughts of my portrayal!

workaholic to an obsessive degree. often will insist he's left to work in peace.

mixed, leaning negative, feelings on piltover and its beliefs; he firmly believes that their fear of necessary change stifles the progress he can offer

dire circumstances of the undercity left viktor without parents at a young age—yet, still mature enough to understand that death in zaun is not an uncommon occurrence.

not truly devoid of all emotion. a bonafide love for life rests within his being. mechanical, hexcore or fleshy heart, his wish to help others guides him.

viktor still created blitzcrank to help the people of zaun.

he is still heimerdinger's assistant in my portrayal.

over the years, grows increasingly bitter with his work now only serving to lay the foundation for the work of the elite, rather than being used to help the common man.

viktor's disease is one of his sources of desperation on making progress. fears that there's still too much left undone.

believes that by renouncing emotion and flesh, allowing to relieve others of that burden on their shoulders, he will herald a tomorrow where human error shall not inhibit progress.

does not care for the feelings of those that see him as a messiah of some sort.

slightly kinder in his earlier years, though sarcasm typically followed, even if unwarranted.

don't ask him about jayce.

[fancysmudges]

not friends not lovers but a secret third thing