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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 14/01/2026

I love Jayvik size difference, because what you mean Jayce's arm is thicker than Viktor's waist?

Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Viktor rested his chin on the palm of his hand. “Cute.” He whispered beneath the man's yapping, a reddish blush covering his cheeks once he heard him.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Jayce nodded, putting his coffee down so he could speak freely — gesticulating with his hands. “Yeah! Actually, I am. I'm going out with my mom, you'll love her, she does the best…” and Jayce kept rambling.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

And when they settled down again, Viktor smiled — genuinely, in a way that made Jayce's legs go cold. “You're funny, Mr. Talis. Are you free after this” he gestured to the whole train. “this ride?”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

“As sweet as you?” Jayce added with a sip of his coffee. Viktor squinted at him before opening a cackle that made the other passengers stare at them two. Jayce couldn't help but laugh with him.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

“Well, I was planni–” “Excuse me.” Jayce interrupted him, smiling as he picked two coffee cups from the dinner car and offered one to Viktor, who happily accepted, and added three sugar cubes to it before dismissing the car. “Of course coffee is perfect. I like it very sweet.”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

"Hm…” Viktor looked down at his own lap and reflected. He normally would invent something, say he wasn't going to do anything. But he felt something different with that man. His eyes, how he talked, maybe it was Jayce's insistence of Jayce, but Viktor actually wanted to speak.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

To sense Viktor's feelings was hard, but Jayce felt like he could run into that tornado. “I’m sure it'll be fun. Do you have plans when we arrive?” At his question the driver rang the bells, and what came next were the passengers entering the train in an out of sync march.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Now it was Jayce's time to stare. He glazed at the muteness of Viktor, which screamed secrets and mysteries, but also fear, the fear of the man in front of him. He held his cane in a tight grip, holding with the elegance of a policeman gripping his baton.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Every Zaunite carried with themselves an air of malnourishment, even the biggest ones. A detail so subtle that it couldn't be perceived by anyone but Piltovians and Zaunites themselves.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

That man in front of him was nothing like that, no. He was well-dressed, pearly white clothes, which gave him an aura of an important man, with combed hair and beardless face. The only trait that could give away his origin would be something most people couldn't notice:

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

“I'm not going to Piltover.” Jayce frowned. “I'm going to Zaun. Visit some friends.” That revelation shocked Jayce, whenever he thought about Undercity people, the common imagery could only be described as: vermin, both as humans and as in infrastructure.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Viktor stared at Jayce once again, but now he was staring also at himself, and also at that chitty-chat that seemed to be his punishment for whatever sin he had committed. He sighed in bitter defeat, raising his eyes to meet Jayce's.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Between them another uncomfortable silence was set. Jayce picked on his watch again, 12:37pm. He couldn't help himself, the agony of curiosity was eating him from the inside out. “And what are you doing on your trip to Piltover?”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Already sensing that Jayce would try to ask more, he didn't turn his head, he kept staring at him. It's a beautiful name.” The Piltovian responded, smile hiding the fury by not getting his surname. “Last name?” He tried, but the glare sent to him, shut him up. “Got it. Sorry.”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

"My name is Jayce, by the way, Jayce Talis.” He tried to hook in another converse, even small talk was good enough for him. “And you are…?” Viktor returned his eyes at Jayce, this time staring at him before answering. “Viktor.”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

He was almost a marble figure for him, dressed in a white suit that met the paleness of his own skin, with black hair and amber eyes that hooked any man that stared at them. It petrified Jayce, not in the sense of stunning him, but that he petrified his thoughts on him.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

It was so simple, that man just sat on the seat in front of him, but for some reason it was ripping him apart. He needed something, a name, a family, something; anything to to quench his thirst for knowledge about that man.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Jayce tilted his head, trying to decipher that man. His eyebrows furrowed, forming a monobrow that painted that mix of curiosity and confusion, which bothered him like ants were biting his flesh, onto his face. He couldn't keep himself in the dark.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

The man gave a small smile. “Absolutely. You're right.” He completed his answer with an uncomfortable laugh and moved his head to stare at the outside of the window. Jayce pressed his tongue against his cheek — so that man knew about that social rule, but not about the seat one?

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

“Good afternoon, actually!” Jayce politely corrected. One of those socially implied costumes where you disagree with the converse initiator, but always with a smile on your face to show friendliness. “It's already past 12pm!” He concluded with false severity.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

And as soon as the wheels started to run he'd be forgotten by Jayce, nothing more than a weird sound he heard. Well, he was wrong. The man stopped at his seat and sat at the one in front of him. Standing face-to-face with him. He took his hat off accompanied by a “Good morning.”

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Looking at the corridor he found out the sound came from a man and his cane. So far, nothing wrong. So he went back to his papers, minding his own business. The man was going to sit down somewhere on that overly priced locomotive.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Turning to the next page he kept on reading the articles, mumbling the words as he did so. But when he was in the middle of a page he started to hear a very low ‘click’ sound that became closer and closer by the second.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

The first headline was talking about Noxus and their new trade agreements with Piltover. The next headline though, was talking about a new art exhibition conceived by a new wave painter called Hwei. Jayce made a mental note for himself to look it up later.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

He had bought it on the station, but didn't have the time to read it yet, so why not take this opportunity to do so? Reading in moving vehicles always gave him vertigo, and the last thing he thought about when arriving in Piltover would be reading this piece of gossip.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Noticing he still had plenty of time before the train driver sounded the alarm, invoking those people to enter the machine — like an angel who plays the last trumpet and this way brings those poor souls into hell or heaven —, he took a newspaper out of his bag.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

In the presence of his mom Jayce could finally let the cloudiness inside him fade away, opening space to the calmness he desired. He smiled at that thought. And he, for the first time since his arrival, relaxed, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Jayce couldn't — and wouldn't — judge them, as soon as the train arrived at its destination: Piltover, he would jump into the arms of Ximena. Wrapped on her arms he would return to his little self, to his so long abandoned childish innocence.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

After deeming it as enough, Jayce opened his eyes and raised his wrist. 12:34pm. There's still a lot of time left, the reason why no one (but him) entered the train yet. They were probably speaking with their family, smiling and dropping tears on the floor.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

He passed through the empty sections until he found a good spot — a window seat, close to the bathroom, also close to where the dining cars came out. Putting his bag away, he sat down and took into the silence, feeling the sun rays on his brown skin.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

Jayvik, but they first meeting is on a train. Jayce entered the train on time, he had already arrived at the station earlier for he didn't want to lose a window seat. When on a long trip he always picked the window aisle, this way he could admire the landscape if bored.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Jayce Talis is a people pleaser in the sense that he'll ignore what you say and he'll do what he thinks will please you.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

I write so much in Jayce's pov because — besides narrative purposes — Viktor is my muse.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

I just noticed that Viktor is my muse.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

He got up from his armchair and walked into the kitchen. Pulling a chair, he sat with Viktor. "Do you mind some company, V?"

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Jayce closes his book and put it away. Raising his head to the ceiling he closed his eyes, and promised to himself that he'd enjoy these days off. He oath to himself that he'd love Viktor and make every moment of his life feel alive.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

And like that, he let Jayce to suffer in his feelings. He lets Jayce to feel his love, a love that makes his head spin, his heart aches, and gives his mouth a taste of blood. A love that hurts, a painful love. A love that chain them both at each other.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

He knew what it was, he already said those words so many times before, but repetition was never a problem for him, at least not when around Jayce. “I love you, Jayce.” He spoke, sweet like the beverage he was making, which he returned his attention to at the same second.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

‘Nobody will ever love you like I do' he thought, smiling. And like he could read his mind, Viktor turned his head briefly. He smiled back at Jayce, blushing, happy. But something ached on his heart, an acute pain that ripped his flesh apart. An unspoken poetry between the two.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

After reading a few more pages he turned his head to peek at Viktor, just a second. He found, then, the image of his partner resting on the kitchen chair, holding his cane against his chest while watching the milk boil, attentive like a fox on a hunt.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

He already knew how Viktor would act: he'd pay attention to every single detail, but as the tiredness arrived, he'd fall asleep, letting Jayce to speak alone. And on the next morning he'd apologize with a kiss, and would hear him babble again.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

It was actually a good book, he was already thinking on how to yap about it to Viktor, when they lay their heads on the pillow and tie their arms around each other; even though Viktor could only wrap his arms around his man's neck.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Jayce wished he could watch the act like he always did, but he was focused on his book. Of course he'd steal some glances, but the book was his priority for now. At least today he could pay attention to something besides Viktor — thinking better, he didn't like the sound of that.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

He obeyed his own ritualistic everytime. Starting by boiling the milk, then adding the chocolate powder and pouring it on a mug with Jayce's face. For his own mug he added pieces of white chocolate, to sweeten his liquid happiness even more.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Unfortunately for the Zaunite: the summer became dark, mostly by the rainy clouds, destroying his sunny dreams. So his solution was only one: brew hot chocolate and cuddle with Jayce. And talking about it, he had already taken his position in front of the stove.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

“We need to enjoy our days while we can.” Viktor painted his words with that usual tone of his, which was a mix of defiance and an invite for Jayce to argue against him — he'd take anything to start a conversation with his lover, it always ended in caresses anyway.

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Roman Zolanski @romanzolanski.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

But now that it was coming to a (satisfactory) end, the partners decided to take some days off and enjoy the summer while they still could. Viktor had a foreboding they'd never be able to live calmly after launching Hextech. At least not outside their house.

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