Viktor: …well i guess if we combine our knowledge we can—
Jinx: —make a highly-mobile, AI-controlled hoverboard that can jump through time-space to detonate at any point in time or location that we input into its system, right? RIGHT??!
I like to doodle (very fast) when I watch series. I keep a Ryman sketchbook and BIC color ballpen near my TV. So here are the last three pages. I did not get to draw Act III because I was already too hooked to pay attention to anything else :P
jayce “hasn’t slept because he’s been up all night worrying” vs viktor “hasn’t slept because it’s his third all nighter in a row and he doesn’t even know what day it is let alone remember that it’s valentine’s day”
summary: Jinx’s bomb go boom, Viktor holds his lover in his arms(very remenicent of another oneshot i did ;) )
“My days here are numbered. But Ive come here with Viktor, my partner along side his partner both Zuanites; With one final proposal.”
Councilor Talis looked over to his partner who sat next to him. The slavic man hunched over sickly clutching his crutch with a gloved hand. The man was hesitant, but when the familiar feeling of a hand on his shoulder rubbed in support, he spoke,
“Jayce has brokered a peace with silco.”
Their heads cocked to face him completely. A bit stunned at the idea.
“In exchange for the undercity’s independence.”
Then there were multiple gasps.
“What?! Nonsense! We have procedures-…”
The world zoned out between all of them. Each councilor jumping out of their chairs, spilling cups of wine, papers sent flying in the midst of their rage. Angry as to what has become of the two scientists.
This went on for hours. Until finally a hand rose.
“I support councilor Talis’ proposal for peace.”
Mel Madarda spoke up. Slipped off the ring she wore to be closer with her past. One after another the others begrudgingly, but surely rose their hands, lights illuminating their figures one by one in agreement.
The two men looked at each other with grateful faces. Viktors partner letting out a breath they held through practically the entire ordeal. The brunet looked up to them with a smile, placing his hand over theirs. “Its okay..we’re going to be fine.”
“Youre right” they agreed, whispering back. But the celebration was cut short. The calm before the storm.
The next thing he knew, Viktor was blown halfway across the room. Under a chair he was-but not without struggle-able to push off him.
“Wha-…hgrn!-“ he was sore, a head injury for sure, but nothing else really except for a few bruises and cuts. He felt the blood run down the side of his face-touching it before he realized.
“[Name]!”
He cried. Everyone still on the floor, most dead, some unconscious and injured.
“[Name]! Where are you?!” He cried getting up, limping using rubble to support himself. Until he caught a glimpse of the ring they bore.
“[Name]…” he mumbled to himself. Pushing himself as fast as he could to get to his lover.
“Hngrn..” was all that came out. The blast lasted merely seconds bur felt like an eternity.
“My-my love please-“ He knelt before them moving hair from their face. “моя любовь?…” he mumbled again after placing their head in his lap, feeling blood ooze, surely staining his pants.
“My-my legs-hhgn-“ they barely were able to murmur. Looking where they gestured he gasped horrified. Their legs crushed under rubble and losing to much blood. “Viktor-“ they groaned in pain.
“Shsh-save-save your strength моя любовь, just keep your-your eyes open and pay attention to my voice” he sobbed. Cradling them in his lap.
“SOMEONE HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED!” A familiar voice yelled hoarsely.
Jayce
“Jay-Layce!-“ Viktor tried to yell, Jayce ignored. Jayce tried banging on the door calling for help. It practically was no use.
“Vi-Viktor..” they managed to get out.
“Yes? Stay away my love. Focus on me-my voice.”
Tears streamed down his face landing on the dirtied cheeks of his love. Stroking their hair and holding their hand has much as he could to pay attention. Mumbling they were going to be alright, more so to himself.
A weak smile rested on their lips reaching with their free hand. “Viktor..”
“Its gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay”
“Viktor…”
“Just like we planned we were going to be okay”
“Viktor.”
He stopped mumbling to himself and paid attention to them and their words.
“im..im not going to make it.” They said, cupping and caressing his cheek.
“Dont-dont say that” he cried, “dont say that-please dont say that-please”
His lover cried silently, their tears getting mixed up with his own. They sobbed a few times, but managed to keep it together for him.
“Im not going going to make it. Its okay Viktor, you will be okay.”
His grief overpowered him shutting his eyes as he sobbed. “Stop please. You cant go-I-I love you..”
“I know Viktor..I know”
“I may not see the world you’ll create but I do know hou will be loved by others too Vik..”
“I love you, I love you, I love you, please dont go.”
“I have to let go Vik”
“Please”
“I love you Viktor…”
“I love you too, please dont leave”
“Goodbye viktor…”
Their hand that was on his cheek began to fall. He caught it, keeping it there. Holding it as if it was his life line. Stroking it like they were still alive.
It was still warm.
He begged for them to open their eyes, crying, wailing for them to say they’re alright waiting for a response that was not going to come.
He let out a loud cry. Grabbing their body hugging it tightly, stroking their hair. He was in denial. The poor man. Losing everyone dear to him, first his parents, then Sky, now His beloved [Name]. He couldn’t just get a break.
The first time they met was merely coincidental. As children playing by the river at the border, not even speaking a word to each other. Then again as teens in the same place, moving in together when he got invited to study in Piltover. The years going on and on, as did their love.
He asked them to marry him. And they promised, they promised after they were able to treat him. And if they couldnt, then they would marry on his death bed.
But now they couldnt even do that.
To back up. When the bomb hit. [Name] pushed him away from it as far as they could, using themself as a shield to protect him.
The doors were slammed open by first responders. Taking out everyone they could. Two men picked up Viktor by his arms to get him to safety, away from the death and destruction. He yelled, thrashing to get away as much as he could. It was no use. Two others went to go to [Name]’s body. Trying to find a pulse. And through his tears he saw one shake their head ‘no’
And at that moment he knew. He would never, ever have a weakness again.
