Jayce Talis- Arcane

Saphires blog for roleplaying Jayce

[saphire-jayce]

This is a roleplay blog as Jayce Talis from arcane

My main is @saphire-makesart my viktor account is @saphire-viktor.

I am open for interaction/roleplay partners especially for other arcane characters! Or ocs!

Rules- (this is a link to a post please read them)

Jayce’s I roleplay/write as——

Applicable to all of them: He/him+ doesn’t mind they/them, bisexexual panic incarnate. (Demiaroace), AUDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD.

Jayce O: jayce from the timeskip in arcane season 1

Jayce M : modern au biomed engineer, Viktor is @viktors-web

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💬 2  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Jayce Talis [M] · Independent business/freelance Doctorate grad in biomedical engineering I build highly advanced prosthe

Jayce A: Postcannon , arcane scarred, not living in piltover or zaun.

Jayce AB: some amalgamation of A and B

Jayce B: Technically post cannon * and* precannon jayce similar to the version from “good luck babe” by kosmos_relic on Ao3 (credit to them for the basic timeline situation n stuff)

Spoilers? I guess? Don’t read below if you want to interact blindly, it’s just a basic explanation but 🤷 if you don’t want that, then the without spoilers explanation is it’s essentially s1 viktor and Jayce but no hex tech.

so basically after the rune explodes jayces consciousness is sent back in time to a different timeline right before the apartment explosion and he has his memories from cannon timeline and the one he’s in + snippets from others he was in for short bits of time.

They’re both in their young s1 bodies but have not made hex tech because of what it did.

[viktorrcane]

Hey viktor, Weathers uh….

*he looks outside* windy..

I was gifted this tea- I’m not much for it personally but it seemed like something that might be to your tastes

* he scoots up beside Viktor at the lab table, rattling the tin of loose-leaf slightly, as if to prove there’s tea in it, though there’s no reason he’d expect you to think he’s lying*

— @saphire-jayce

[Viktor uncurls from where he was sitting pouring over some of their notes, taking a few seconds to process what Jayce said.]

"It is windy, do not let it blow you away."

[He smiles softly, reaching out for the tea and turning it to inspect it.]

"Thank you, Jayce. I will make a cup later."

[He opened the lid to smell it.]

[saphire-jayce]

[jayce laughs]

I promise I won’t let the wind do that

[the tea is a mix of typical greens and browns, small flecks of purple are visible in the blend, it smells earthy with a tinge of something one would have a hard time placing, likely from an overseas visitor]

[ Jayce peeks over Viktors shoulder at the notes, hands returning to their typical position- linked behind his back; he’d only been seen to drop this behavior when extremely tired, drunk (which fortunately had only occurred a few times within the premises of the lab) or otherwise affected. Jayce looks over the papers and takes in any corrections or additions that have been made]

“I hope none of the council members have come to disrupt you, they may or may not be looking for me . ”

[viktorrcane]

[Viktor closes the tin, keeping it resting against his lap. As Jayce peeks over his shoulder, he can see all the scribbles Viktor has added or little graphs next to numbers that Jayce just listed.]

“No, not at all. Did you do anything that upset them?”

[He looks up at him, an eyebrow raised.]

[saphire-jayce]

[jayces eyes widen a bit like a guilty dog]

Nnnooo

I just miiiiight be pretending to not see any of the letters they’ve sent calling me to council meetings

[his fingers tap against the back of Viktors chair]

[viktorrcane]

Hey viktor, Weathers uh….

*he looks outside* windy..

I was gifted this tea- I’m not much for it personally but it seemed like something that might be to your tastes

* he scoots up beside Viktor at the lab table, rattling the tin of loose-leaf slightly, as if to prove there’s tea in it, though there’s no reason he’d expect you to think he’s lying*

— @saphire-jayce

[Viktor uncurls from where he was sitting pouring over some of their notes, taking a few seconds to process what Jayce said.]

"It is windy, do not let it blow you away."

[He smiles softly, reaching out for the tea and turning it to inspect it.]

"Thank you, Jayce. I will make a cup later."

[He opened the lid to smell it.]

[saphire-jayce]

[jayce laughs]

I promise I won’t let the wind do that

[the tea is a mix of typical greens and browns, small flecks of purple are visible in the blend, it smells earthy with a tinge of something one would have a hard time placing, likely from an overseas visitor]

[ Jayce peeks over Viktors shoulder at the notes, hands returning to their typical position- linked behind his back; he’d only been seen to drop this behavior when extremely tired, drunk (which fortunately had only occurred a few times within the premises of the lab) or otherwise affected. Jayce looks over the papers and takes in any corrections or additions that have been made]

“I hope none of the council members have come to disrupt you, they may or may not be looking for me . ”

[saphire-jayce]

—Jayce M— tw: implied sui intent

-Jayce sits in a room a few lumens too few, screwing a few pieces he’d just finished into what he was sure would be his final model.

He’s so sure that this is the last thing his callused hands will finish that he puts every drop of energy into it. He hopes when the client receives it and in no doubt receives the news not so long after, or perhaps even before, depending on the postal service, that they’ll treasure it all the more, each signature carved of metal into the design, each fingerprint he’d been sure he scrubbed off but will have forgotten, the passion poured too bright for any humans eyes to stand melded straight into the alloy like a chemical.

He hopes they’ll run their fingers over the hand cut and wrapped leather over each abrasive location, and that they’ll take pride in having one of his, that they’ll look at it not only as a medical device they only feel grief over but like an art piece, custom fit to their mind and body.

A great poet only in action, beautiful sonnets sung with his hands, only ever truly seen once it’s no longer in production because no one ever values anything nearly as much as they do once it’s gone.

He doesn’t want to be valued like the Ty bears for 10000 dollars on eBay, he wants to be valued like the brand of plastic dinosaur a kid had one single model from and by the time they could afford anything besides the necessities it was out of production. Like the gloves you’ve had since high school; they’re nothing special and you can’t read the tag anymore but you’d try to save them if the house was on fire.

He can’t be sure any of that will happen but it’s not why he’s doing it anyway, he continues working, only setting stuff aside when the light’s really gone and he can barely see his own hands; it feels like he blinks and it’s suddenly gone, that’s how everything has felt for a while though. -

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce Talis [M]

Independent business/freelance

Doctorate grad in biomedical engineering

I build highly advanced prosthetics and am working on better neurolinking technology

Age: 30

Pronouns: he/they/pup {more loading}

Orientation: demisexual bisexual+romantic

I uh have audhd

Feel free to ask any questions or just interact :)

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce O journal entry #1

We’re out of coffee again, I think Vik said he’d get it though.

Had a small mishap in the lab, need more copper wire and magnifying glass replacement

[test 21 proved results ; check page 44 lab notes]

Viktor asked if I was feeling alright today, I guess I must look pretty terrible, it’s nice he cares enough to ask, sometimes I swear he doesn’t want me around.

I’d told him it was allergies. It’s not entirely a lie, I’ve been getting hives on my hands and arms; honestly I think they’re from stress.

Mom dropped off food at my apartment yesterday I’ll bring that to the lab tomorrow, maybe Viktor will want it- haven’t had much of an appetite.

Wonder if v will join me to the next gala .

[saphire-viktor]

Viktor A

“Bad”

Cw: hurt/comfort

Viktor sits on the bed, staring at nothing, it’d been at least a week since they’d made a horrible mistake and Jayce hadn’t spoken once since.

It’s the longest he’s gone silent and Viktor is starting to think they’ve broken him so far that he’ll never speak again, that Viktor will never hear his voice again.

Something about this realization opens up the well of grief and mourning inside Viktor, it bursts and crashes over them, innumerable lifetimes of it, losses they’ll never know, losses they’d experienced too many times over. It’s all too much and they feel like their body can't possibly contain it all.

Viktor breaks down sobbing, curling his knees to his chest in some pathetic attempt to hide. Jayce enters the room just moments later.

“V?”

His voice is quiet and confused and it somehow is relieving and all the more painful; it only makes Viktor cry more.

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce freezes in the middle of washing some roots because he hears Viktor, they’re crying. His heart jumps into his throat as he rushes in.

They freeze and stare at him when he speaks, and then sob harder.

“Hey- hey..”

Jayce doesn’t even have to think about it, he clambors up onto the bed, wincing slightly at his leg, quickly gathering Viktor up in his arms from behind, caging them between his legs.

“Vik, sshh, vik..” he whispers, swaying gently in a slow rhythm, holding them like he can keep Viktor together, like he can still stand for both of them; he can’t, but he will try if that’s what Viktor needs.

Viktors sobs vibrate through Jayce’s body, Jayce can’t help crying a little too, quietly, hoping Viktor doesn’t notice.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He hums lowly, breathing against the back of Viktors shoulder.

Viktor pushes at his grip and Jayce loosens, letting Viktor do whatever they need.

Jayce is surprised when Viktor turns in his arms and buries themselves into his shirt, wetting it with their tear and snot streaked face.

Jayce wraps his arms around Viktor again. He’ll hold them as long as they need.

After a while, Viktors breathing evens out, and their gargled voice breaks the silence; muffled by Jayce’s shirt.

“Jayce.”

“Yes V?”

“I-.. I’m not.. a good person.”

Jayce doesn’t know what to say to that, neither of them are “good” people. He’s not sure he ever was. Of course Viktor was. Is. They’ve just both been… he doesn’t know

Jayce only knows one thing anymore

“I love you. Viktor, I love you.”

His voice cracks, and he doesn’t care, it’s the raw truth and it’s finally slipped from its cage.

Viktor looks up at him, and laughs wetly, it’s a hollow sad laugh, but a laugh.

“I love you” Jayce can’t help it, he repeats it over and over, pressing his face to the top of Viktors head and doesn’t even care that Viktor doesn’t say it back because he doesn’t need to.

[chiapetjayce]

THAT scene but without the cuts

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce stumbles and falls in his memory flooded dream, waking only to realize he did fall; off the bed.

He hugs his knees to his chest, gasping for air. His hands tremble. his hands that dragged around that awful hammer for so long, his hands that he’d used for the wrong things a hundred times over. He wants to claw them off and run away so he can never hurt Viktor again.

The sound of Viktor waking up doesn’t reach his ears, everything is wrong and the air is too loud and the floor is too cold and he can’t move .

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce walks into the room.

“Vik?”

“What are you doing??”

[saphire-viktor]

Viktor is on the floor surrounded by the books from their big shelf

“Organizing.”

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce is a little dumbfounded.

“Why? I thought the books were fine..”

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce walks into the room.

“Vik?”

“What are you doing??”

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce A (and maybe o)

Jayce needs Viktor to kiss him.

Jayce needs to kiss Viktor. kiss him on his soft lips, on his beauty marks, on his beautiful godsdamned eyes that Jayce wants to drown himself in.

And Jayce will

Never

Ever

Ask.

Nope

Jayce will not be asking nor will Jayce be forcing it because Jayce fucking Talis doesn’t get to kiss the genius across the room from him he doesn’t get to kiss the person who saved his life he doesn’t get to.

So he stays silent and watches and watches and sits in his pathetic puddle of aching need for someone he’s convinced himself could never want him like that.

[saphire-viktor]

Viktor knocks before entering the room.

“Hey @saphire-jayce I got you some coffee from the cafe, I know you don’t really like it when I make it so-..”

Viktor freezes at the expression on Jayce’s face.

“Oh! V, I couldn’t find- oh. Thanks hah.”

Jayce tries to brush off what clearly had been panic and takes one of the mugs.

“I am sorry I should’ve told you.”

“ ‘s okay v.”

Vik sips slightly from their cup, Jayce however just stares down at his.

[saphire-jayce]

Jayce stares down at the hot mug in his hands.

It’s silly to be bothered by a mug he thinks, it’s not even the same shape or color he tells himself.

It breaks in his hands

The shards stab his palms.

.

.

No they don’t. He shakes his head clearing the images away.

“Jayce?”

Viktors talking to him, how many times had Viktor called his name? He doesn’t know, he looks up and meets the warm amber eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Viktor had set down their mug and slowly takes his from his hands, which are shaking.

“Sorry. I just uhm, I don’t really-..”

“I don’t like mugs”

Viktor looks puzzled but doesn’t say anything, he just nods and kisses Jayce on the temple of his forehead.

[saphire-jayce]

—Jayce AB/B—

Jayce’s Journal Entry #1

[posts will not always be in lore accurate consecutive order so it’s possible things said and posted happened before or after eachother in lore

Tw for sui mention/implication]

I probably, definitely should not be putting this in my lab journal but if I don’t I’ll probably say it somewhere at the wrong time. I can NOT do that I need to stay focused.

It’s been a good amount of time, it really has, since the first time, the real first time.

Unfortunately my brain betrays me as usual and I feel so fresh in the memory, it’s blending with the others and I can barely stand to be around balconies anymore.

Not even what really happened but I suppose what could have, what did in some timelines. What was he thinking? In that moment? How did he even find me? What if he hadn’t? If he hadn’t I mean I know logically what would happen i’d planned it out but still. I didn’t think at the time there was any chance he’d be the one.

I wonder if he thinks about it? I would ask but I’m sure he doesn’t want it brought up and he is worried as it is.

No, this will stay in my writing.