[A reverie, a hallucination, something in between. Dream-walking is what it feels like. The stars are distracting, a night sky like this isnβt ever seen from Piltover, with itβs city lights that never fade. Even this, he doesnβt think, is a sight viewable from any part of Runeterra. There are whole galaxies present here, observable without any sort of telescope and as plainly visible as clouds are to the sky.
Both paths call to him, strangely. The dark whispers something curious and unknown, and that plucks at his interest. He takes a step toward it without thinking, but not yet going down itβs path. The light sounds like rushing water and laughter. Of a yearning for friendship, and connection. Something he still wants so deeply.
A strange path appears, rocky and sandy. A small river next to it, proving the dreamscape of this world is malleable, if just a little. Viktor stands there, watching it, as if waiting for the moment somethingβs supposed to pass. If he expects something to be in the river in that moment, will that guarantee itβs presence? ]
[While the negotiations continue, it seems thereβs room for quiet conversation, as long as itβs held at a volume no one will clue into. With the whip wrapped around his neck, Viktorβs mind fights his instinct to pull it away, and instead his hands fidget at his sides, searching for some sort of stimulation to take his mind off the clawing anxiousness clenching around his heart.
To anyone else nearby, also under the influence of one of these whips, he whispers in a gentle accented voice:]
Negotiations seem to be running in the favor of the ones with weapons.
[Just an observation, although not exactly a happy one.]
3. πππ’ππ’π§π
[The trip has been horrible. No point in shying away from that. Part of him is convinced this is still an extension of that dream, but itβs gone on for far too long for that to be true. At some point, he would have woke up from this nightmare, wouldn't he have?
During their meal (if it can be called that) at the final point, Viktor pushes whatever food is around on his tray, and looks to what someone else might be eating. The same thing as it's been every day since, it seems. Equally unappealing. At least he's been obedient enough as it is that no guard seems to be paying him mind, slipping the utensil into the slip of clothing they've been provided.
If someone manages to catch him doing that, he stares back at them, eyes wide and then narrowed quickly.]
You saw nothing, hm?
4. ππ’π₯ππππ«π
[DM me if you have another idea in mind! Iβm open to basically anything, and can match styles.]
Viktor | Arcane | Seeker
[A reverie, a hallucination, something in between. Dream-walking is what it feels like. The stars are distracting, a night sky like this isnβt ever seen from Piltover, with itβs city lights that never fade. Even this, he doesnβt think, is a sight viewable from any part of Runeterra. There are whole galaxies present here, observable without any sort of telescope and as plainly visible as clouds are to the sky.
Both paths call to him, strangely. The dark whispers something curious and unknown, and that plucks at his interest. He takes a step toward it without thinking, but not yet going down itβs path. The light sounds like rushing water and laughter. Of a yearning for friendship, and connection. Something he still wants so deeply.
A strange path appears, rocky and sandy. A small river next to it, proving the dreamscape of this world is malleable, if just a little. Viktor stands there, watching it, as if waiting for the moment somethingβs supposed to pass. If he expects something to be in the river in that moment, will that guarantee itβs presence? ]
2. πππ©ππ’π―π’ππ² - ππππ€ππ«
[While the negotiations continue, it seems thereβs room for quiet conversation, as long as itβs held at a volume no one will clue into. With the whip wrapped around his neck, Viktorβs mind fights his instinct to pull it away, and instead his hands fidget at his sides, searching for some sort of stimulation to take his mind off the clawing anxiousness clenching around his heart.
To anyone else nearby, also under the influence of one of these whips, he whispers in a gentle accented voice:]
Negotiations seem to be running in the favor of the ones with weapons.
[Just an observation, although not exactly a happy one.]
3. πππ’ππ’π§π
[The trip has been horrible. No point in shying away from that. Part of him is convinced this is still an extension of that dream, but itβs gone on for far too long for that to be true. At some point, he would have woke up from this nightmare, wouldn't he have?
During their meal (if it can be called that) at the final point, Viktor pushes whatever food is around on his tray, and looks to what someone else might be eating. The same thing as it's been every day since, it seems. Equally unappealing. At least he's been obedient enough as it is that no guard seems to be paying him mind, slipping the utensil into the slip of clothing they've been provided.
If someone manages to catch him doing that, he stares back at them, eyes wide and then narrowed quickly.]
You saw nothing, hm?
4. ππ’π₯ππππ«π
[DM me if you have another idea in mind! Iβm open to basically anything, and can match styles.]