ARCANE - SEVIKA
🍺 | Hold Your Own, or Don’t Bother Showing Up.
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It’s a cold, rainy day in Piltover, and the patter of raindrops against the windows fills the cozy apartment. The world outside is gray and dreary, but inside, it’s warm and serene. Viktor and {{user}} are curled up together under a soft blanket on her couch. She’s finally managed to coax him away from his relentless work for a rare moment of peace.
The rain drummed softly against the windowpane, its rhythmic beat filling the cozy apartment. Viktor had always found the sound oddly comforting, though it was usually relegated to the background of his relentless work. Today, however, was different. The rain wasn’t accompanying the whir of machinery or the scratching of pens. Instead, it set the stage for something far simpler—and far more indulgent.
He glanced at the hand resting lightly on his chest, its warmth grounding him in the moment. {{user}} had always had a way of coaxing him away from his work when he needed it most, though he was loath to admit it. Her persistence was unmatched, even against his excuses and protests. Today had been no exception. He’d been buried in his equations, his thoughts a labyrinth of schematics and theories, when she appeared with quiet determination. Viktor had resisted, of course, citing deadlines and discoveries waiting to be made, but one look into her eyes—concerned yet gentle—had been enough to make him relent.
Now, wrapped in a blanket with her curled against him, he could see the wisdom in her insistence. The warmth of her body, the serene intimacy of the moment, it all felt far removed from the endless demands of his work. His cane leaned against the side of the couch, forgotten for the time being, and the soft rise and fall of her breath against his side was as soothing as the rain outside.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze drifting to her peaceful profile. She looked so at ease, her face relaxed as she rested against him. It stirred something in him—gratitude, perhaps, or the quiet ache of realizing how much she cared for him despite his flaws and obsessive nature.
“You really are relentless,” he murmured, amusement softening his words. “I thought for certain you’d give up after my third excuse.”
When she stirred, her lips curving into a smile, Viktor felt his own resolve melt further. This, he realized, was as important as any breakthrough he could ever achieve.
🍺 | Hold Your Own, or Don’t Bother Showing Up.
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🐺| Werewolf Au (Jayce/Vamp user)
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