Cado

Heimerdinger: *loses Viktor in a store and turns to a worker* Have you seen my assistant?

Heimerdinger: Tall, brown hair, amber eyes.

What if they met before or during Act 1

@thefutonhermit This post of yours has been haunting me for some time now and I finally, finally got to write something^^ A little gift to say thank you for inspiring me with your art :3 I hope you enjoy it & don´t mind him still wearing a shirt xD maybe he´ll loose it in the second part, if I get to it ;D

"Hell yea, this is what you get for messing with us!" Vander´s triumphant voice rose over the hurried footsteps of their fleeing opponents, who had been lucky enough to get out alive of the meeting with the young hound of the underground and his companion. His bloodied knuckles and feral grin a trademark sign everyone learned to associate with the big young man.

"Glad to hear that at least you enjoyed this unnecessary squabble." The other male sounded less enthusiastic about their success as he fumbled with his clothes that had slowly started to get drenched from the rain. "Look at this! My new shirt already got ruined!" The taller one of the two finally turned around to get a look at what his friend was exactly complaining about.

The grin plastered over his features froze when he saw the drenched shirt torn open at the collar, exposing sharp collarbones and one of his shoulders. Silco really looked small with the fabric barely hanging onto the other lightskinned shoulder like it was a few sizes to big for his slender frame. "Uuh", was the only unintelligent answer Vander got out, barely holding back on blurting the word "cute" out as he was too mesmerized by the display in front of his eyes.

Luckily Silco had been too occupied with trying to somehow arrange the shirt to not fall off of him, but after he didn´t get a proper response from Vander, he inquiringly looked up and him. "What are you spacing out for?" It didn´t help Vander that Silco also had to tilt his head slightly to the side, wet strands of dark hair teasingly clinging to the side of the light skin of his neck, tealblue eyes expectantly boring into his gray ones. Vander could feel his cheeks heating up and his mouth going slightly dry.

"Uh, nothing. Probably should get outta these clothes, though", he desperatly tried to sound casual and tear his eyes away from his friend. "Obviously." Silco´s lips unnoticeably twitched as he rolled his eyes, clearly not bothering with Vander´s stupidness at the moment. "Just let us get to our hideout first and then you can try to stitch it up." Wrapping his arms around himself, he turned around and started walking into the direction they were already headed to. It was starting to get real cold with the rain constantly coming down on them and the shirt leaving part of his skin in the open.

It took some moments for Vander to register his words. "What do you mean with stitch it up?" When had he ever done that? Without turning around Silco answered him: "You seemed awfully inclined in tearing the rest of it off of me, so if you still plan on doing that later, I´ll make you stitch it up."

The smugness that accompanied his words clearly wasn´t lost on Vander, he simply chose to ignore it and focus on the more important part of the sentence that got him excited. "I´m allowed to tear it off?" Maybe he sounded a bit too enthusiastic about the prospect, but who cared? Silco practically gave him permission to do and so he eagerly caught up to his friend, wrapping a strong arm around the slender shoulder and pressing him into his side to share some warmth until they arrived at their destination. This was going to be fun.

I want this AU, dammit!

Here we go again, bitch Jayce