[He always wanted Viktor to have some of the spotlight. To share a position with him, at least in some regard. But for one reason or another, Viktor always refused. Jayce knows the cause as twofold; one, his illness, and two, how Viktor would be perceived. Piltoverās elite were the least accepting of any deviations from the conventional or obscenely wealthy. Viktor was neither, and as much as Jayce had been elevated as a lesser house by being in the spotlight, he was still for the most part, a Kiramman asset.
His āhogging of gloryā still wasnāt enough to buy him the privilege he would need to ensure Viktor would go without judgement in social settings. They both knew itās just the way things worked in Piltover. Viktor was sparing himself from the gossip articles and disparaging glances, and Jayce would use some of his natural charisma to handle getting the acceptance and funds they needed to pursue their dreams. It worked well enough. Until it didnāt. Until the constant attention started to chafe, and Viktor started to disappear more often, not just lurking in the shadows, but vanishing entirely.
Thereās an unspoken conversation that happens when he catches Viktorās look. He recognizes it, the silent thanks, and Jayce gives back a look of his own, a soft smile. Heād deal with a thousand irritating aristocrats if it meant Viktor could have his own peace of mind.
But Sevika didnāt get it. When she takes a step closer to point at Viktor, Jayce instinctively steps in front of him, as always the defender. ]
Do you actually want answers? Or do you just like the sound of your own voice when youāre tearing someone down?
[She doesnāt seem like sheās actually going to give them the time of day for this, as she gets through her accusations, and immediately starts to leave. Much like Silco, sheās not interested in hearing the other side of it. She just wants to get her frustration out, and fuck what they had to say in return, because it wouldnāt be good enough, would it?
So Jayce doesnāt argue back further, just lets her get it out and leave. Sheās clearly more interested in losing her other arm in some sort of motorcycle-themed accident.
He waits until sheās gone, turning to Viktor to see how he's holding up.]
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His āhogging of gloryā still wasnāt enough to buy him the privilege he would need to ensure Viktor would go without judgement in social settings. They both knew itās just the way things worked in Piltover. Viktor was sparing himself from the gossip articles and disparaging glances, and Jayce would use some of his natural charisma to handle getting the acceptance and funds they needed to pursue their dreams. It worked well enough. Until it didnāt. Until the constant attention started to chafe, and Viktor started to disappear more often, not just lurking in the shadows, but vanishing entirely.
Thereās an unspoken conversation that happens when he catches Viktorās look. He recognizes it, the silent thanks, and Jayce gives back a look of his own, a soft smile. Heād deal with a thousand irritating aristocrats if it meant Viktor could have his own peace of mind.
But Sevika didnāt get it. When she takes a step closer to point at Viktor, Jayce instinctively steps in front of him, as always the defender. ]
Do you actually want answers? Or do you just like the sound of your own voice when youāre tearing someone down?
[She doesnāt seem like sheās actually going to give them the time of day for this, as she gets through her accusations, and immediately starts to leave. Much like Silco, sheās not interested in hearing the other side of it. She just wants to get her frustration out, and fuck what they had to say in return, because it wouldnāt be good enough, would it?
So Jayce doesnāt argue back further, just lets her get it out and leave. Sheās clearly more interested in losing her other arm in some sort of motorcycle-themed accident.
He waits until sheās gone, turning to Viktor to see how he's holding up.]
She doesnāt know what sheās talking about.