𝐔 𝐍 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃

                    A study of VIKTOR from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS | ARCANE .                                  Semi - Selective , RP / ASK blog     Lore will be a mixture of both mediums respectively , but primarily will interact via ARCANE. 18+ Personals + Minors DNI. Spoilers and TWs will be tagged accordingly. Please proceed with caution.            Blog may contain : Violence , Sensitive Topics , and NSFT. themes. 

                                            ════ ∘◦ᵒ ◈ ᵒ◦∘ ════                                                     carrd

Viktor cannot help but rear back a little, shoulders tensing for only the briefest of moments before melting into the Vastayans' touch. A smile graces his sharp features as his head tilts towards the kisses and the soft, fluffy hair that curls around his beloved's face. His eyes close, an exhale escaping his nostrils as he chuckles — the noise light and melodic from the ethereal reverbs of his arcane-infused core.

It wasn’t often Viktor had found himself commonly in the company of someone so willing to invade his personal space . At least , not ever since he had left Zaun to study in Ionia . But the large half-vastayan who was splayed across his back as he hunched over his desk was a welcomed intrusion . His hand coming up to give the other a gentle scratch around the side of his head , playing with red locks of hair as he lets out a sigh — content with this ideal situation he was subjugated to.

“ You mean my studies? Yes, in fact I have just finished this page of the flowers that grow outside. I’m sure you’ve seen them plenty times — I shouldn’t rant to you about the animals they attract. Although I did find a butterfly that I adore seeing. I wish the people of Zaun were blessed to see such beauty as much as I have in the minuscule time I have been here.”

His hands trail down the page of his journal, fingers playing with the texture as he mulls over the idea of perhaps bringing pieces of the outside world down to Zaun for them to enjoy. Although, the idea of sealing them in such hostile environments may prove much more difficult than he would like to admit. He himself could possibly figure out the solution – but the idea that anyone would be able to maintain such pure beauty without his guidance was hardly a rational thought.

“ I hope I am able to make something of these notes in the future , I would hate to see such ideas wither away with time . Especially if these studies could improve the quality of life for those who are unfortunate enough to live in the heavily poluted areas of Zaun itself. It could be a possible breakthrough .”

[ HH WHUH... WEHHH . . . ]

“ – Congratulations to me for orbiting an entire year , and somehow ending up in a hole at the bottom of Zaun . But – I survived, that’s good . Perhaps this year will be kinder to my existence and finally release me .”

First he hears the soft voice, then the hand touching at his cheekbone. His head rolls to the side, pulling away from the touch as he struggled to regain his senses. A ringing in his ear rattling his brain as it eventually faded as his eyes opened to dim lighting. His body laying across the lap of the vastayan – the colorful plumage of Harukos wrapping around his rather thin form as he winced in pain. The throbbing in his head refusing to cease as a groan leaves his lips. Followed by the creaking on his bones as he rolls himself to the side to better position himself comfortbly, against the mix of the birds calves and the hard floor on his rather ‘boney’ hips.

“ – light .” he says softly, throat dry and his hand reaches up to wipe his eye. Trying to clear the blurry foggy feeling of his brain. Was – did he sleep ? Was that what slumber felt like now to him – A painfully close recollection of death?