VIKTOR.

when you’re going to change the world , don’t ask for permission .

[beedallo]

meat engine

[fire-of-the-sun]

ARCANE / Viktor

[mintaii]

the machine herald huh

[hexclaws]

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

you’re allowed to need help sometimes. viktor repeated in his head. sigh. how many times has he heard this already? from jayce, from heimerdinger, from ms. young and from everyone in his life. and he can’t say he didn’t appreciate it, they always had his best interest in mind, and perhaps they were right. every time something went wrong viktor would shun anyone who tried to help him. but they didn’t understand. and neither did she. not this time. progress day was just around the corner and he still couldn’t get the hexclaw to work properly, which frustrated him to no end.

“you don’t understand, do you? but how could you... “ viktor mumbled, leaning back in his chair. he didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but time was running out. this was a thing of pride, of ego, which embarrassed him to some end. he could easily ask jayce to help him, to avoid all frustration and anxiety, but the hexclaw was his idea and he wanted it to be his creation too, a token of his intellect to the world. “ i can handle this alone (like he was handling everything every time), thank you very much, and by the looks of it you don’t seem like an inventor. “ so what good are you anyway.

“nonetheless, could you excuse me? i need to get back to work. “ a yawn betraying his words, but he wasn’t going to stop until exhaustion knocks him unconscious yet again. he will get to the bottom of this, hopefully without any more distractions.

[sanatorium-industries]

The mutation must live

[hexclaws]

a small tin of brushed gold and silver is placed beside the sleeping mound and mess of dark hair sometime in the early morning. the contents include baked treats ranging from sweet little cookies, to cavernberry biscuits.

adorned with an ornate bow, the tag reads : for viktor, enjoy.

if it weren't for the rays of the morning sun dancing on his face viktor would have been getting more of the sleep he needed and deserved. lord, for how long has he been asleep? he doesn’t even remember, but it’s clear it was a new day. he drowsily stretched out his limbs and back (maybe the countless jokes about getting a bed in the laboratory weren’t that stupid), cracking from the terrible sleeping position he’d unwilling chose. rubbing his eyes, the world before him started to take shape and... what's this? a packed was stood beside him. was this before he fell asleep? couldn't be, no matter how sleep deprived he'd be he would have remembered.

with eyebrows furrowed upon his curious face, viktor decided to inspect the mystery gift. the best place to start would be the tag placed upon the voluminous bow, that would determine the designated receiver of this package. eyes widen as he read: "for viktor, enjoy". “for viktor” - as in him? there are supposedly no other viktors on the academy grounds, so this must be meant for him. what an unexpected, yet pleasant, surprise. receiving gifts was more of jayce's thing, being the "golden boy" and now a councilor.

with his curiosity only getting bigger, he carefully unwrapped the package and the contents let his mouth agape. if viktor hasn't noticed how hungry he was before, the sight and smell of these delicious delights made his stomach roar. the moment he tasted them he could feel his eyes roll in the back of his head, his mouth intoxicated with the sweet flavors. hardly could he restraint himself from devouring the whole plate, this should serve as his meal for later or even the entire day if he’s lucky. perhaps he should save some for jayce too, if he does finds time in his oh so busy schedule to drop by. viktor really wishes he could personally thank this wonderful chef, he hasn’t had such a delicious breakfast in some time. 

[yoshikuniasu]