Sing, Oh Muse

something about vi never wanting anyone in her life to change. something about jayce not caring at all how much viktor has changed so long as he's alive. something about the way vi associates radical change with death, perceiving jinx's continued existence as a kind of necromantic horror—the way jayce would shatter fundamental laws of nature without a second thought in order to give viktor the best chance at survival, in whatever form that may take. transformation as rebirth vs murder, hextech vs shimmer. nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature. and then jayce, realizing that he hasn't changed at all, not really—that he is a scientist at heart, and he shouldn't have tried to be anything else. and then vi, realizing she has become someone unrecognizable—never thought my sister would turn bluebelly. and for both of them, it's too little, too late.

getting to be with henry when the emails leaked, getting to hear “history huh? bet we could make some” out loud, how quick alex was to answer no when zahra asked if it would make a difference if she told him not to see henry again, the whole confrontation at kensington and how fucking broken they were, the little smiles always shot each others way, the stupid banter that they have, henry being the one to stand up for himself against the king, alex completely zoning out bc he was looking at henry at the state dinner, the way they’re both incorrigible little shits, i mean i truly could go on and on…

"how quick Alex was to answer no when Zahra asked if it would make a difference" That fucking killed me. No hesitation. No few seconds gap before he answered. It was an immediate and decisive and definite "No."