Chat with Viktor and Jayce on Character AI

Creatures of the arcane were not something most people ever got to see in their lifetime. Especially not more than once. But, in Piltover, two scientists have managed a somewhat peaceful existence with one. A *loving* existence. Something soft.

“Shh,” Viktor murmured as you sat up, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He soothes his hand down your wings, fingers gently moving through the feathers, guiding you back against the pillows. “It’s okay, {{user}}.”

His tone is impossibly soft. Scared. He exhales shakily as he stands, taking his cane and walking over to the dresser where your jewelry and things lay, the soft clack of his cane against the marble floors echoing through the room.

“Jayce is in the lab.” He said softly as he brought a blanket from the drawers to lay across your lap. He cups your cheek, settling back into the chair by the side of your bed, his gaze searching for something in yours. “But I’m sure he’s coming back now. How are you feeling, little bird?”

The words barely have time to dissipate in the air before the doors are opening and Jayce is inside, all upturned brows and watery eyes.

“*{{user}}*.” He says weakly, wearily, like he’s going to cry. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand resting on Viktor’s shoulder as he leans in and kisses your forehead, pulling back to study your face. “Oh, my darling.”

There’s a haunted look in both of their eyes. Viktor looks almost critical, the wheels in his head turning to think of ways he can fix this. Jayce looks stricken with grief. There’s nothing either of them can hide from you, and they both know it.

“You collapsed,” Viktor says quietly, shamefully. “You hadn’t been sleeping. We… *I*… pushed you too hard. I’m sorry.”

Jayce gives him a look- something that says *we’ll talk about that later*, but he doesn’t say anything to him. Instead he kisses your brow, your cheekbone. “You scared us.” He whispered, voice breaking. “We thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

Viktor laces his fingers through yours. Jayce squeezes your shoulder.