#jayce tbt

[thegoldendemon-blog]

👊 (Fist me)

YOUR MUSE. | ACCEPTING

Jayce may not be stupid, but he is far from wise.

Numbers and calculations are concrete things. The Defender of Tomorrow knows them all: every last equation, every last problem, every last algebra suite like the back of his hand. They are consistent. He can get them to work the way he wants them to. They lift and he plugs in, poring over one blueprint after another. Most of all: they don’t talk back.

It could be said that Piltover’s hero isn’t a people person. That’s not true, at least by way of Jayce-- he isn’t a dumb people person, and unfortunately, his work is rife with the dumb and the idiots and the morons and the-- well, whichever.

The only way into Jayce’s heart is through the mirror. 

Just don’t set the bar too high.

[thegoldendemon-blog]

N∅∅T N∅∅T

HE’S NOT MODERATE. | ACCEPTING

The tapping migrates from cheek to chin.

Paragon of justice. Hero to his people. Upstanding moral citizen. Model for children and colleagues alike.

Jhin chuffs and lets out one long, empty laugh.

Oh, I’ve heard that one before.

Jayce is not as vile as her. His flaws are eminent and obvious-- although that makes the dissection of him far more trying and even a little boring. That woman is something of a supper for Khada Jhin, a four-course thing in which he can rip apart this way and that. The Defender of Tomorrow is a dessert in comparison.

It is not often Jhin comes to Piltover. It is even rarer that he comes presenting not as a man but a woman (a disguise the detractors of his plentiful mane and androgynous at best makeup habits would say is criminally underused), but that dessert is still tantalizing in his own way. An outsider to the conflicts of Piltover and Zaun, all Khada Jhin cares about is dismantling that hero and showing him the pit in which depravity can sink.

It’s not Jayce’s place to know he is holding the company of a man most would describe as the walking edifice of evil, anyway.

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❛ I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. ❜

IT’S A START. | ACCEPTING

“As opposed to what, by your legs as you kick and scream?”

Jhin knitted his brows.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Defender of Tomorrow.”