"Untitled: An Expression of Words" - Arcane Viktor x Reader

Chapter I

Occhiolism (n.): the awareness of the smallness of your perspective

3rd Person

The pristine city of Piltover gleamed in the bright wake of the sun. The buildings built from glory, pride and evolution. Shining brightly and in live wake was the city as it's civilians rushed on and about their day. It was no surprise, of any change throughout the city as it continued to bustle with riches, spices and haughty Piltovians.

The sun shone its ways and burned into your flesh, waking you up again from your slumber. Another day, another breath and another routine. You were tired, and were considering to avoid the academy for the day. What harm could it do? The ticking of the alarm was anxiety- inducing and without a thought you left your bed. With no haste, you prepared yourself for the day to come. Classes till the afternoon and studying until you can feel no longer. That was it, there was nothing left to do but stick to the routine.

POV

I checked the mirror once again. I couldn't help but try to look together. I stayed up late again, running throughout the bustling city, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zaun. It was so close yet so far away, what was stopping me? I never could answer the question. I sighed, and grabbed a piece of bread, biting into it. It was bland, regardless, this will do as breakfast. I didn't have time and I wasn't going to be late to class. Again. I turned towards the doorway and looked at the shelf near the door. It was dusty, but it didn't bother me. I titled my head and drew my fingers to the picture frame, "have a good day I'll be back ......mother".

I looked at the picture frame next to it, holding a stoic expression, clear with disappointment, "goodbye father."

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, and barely did I make the last minute roll call. Slipping to the end of the classroom, I held my breath and sighed in relief as my professor started the lecture. I took my notebook out and my journal, acting normal while gathering my thoughts. Another typical lesson, and tuning out the world, frantically I began to write about my adventures of the night. It wasn't long until the lecture was over as the students filtered out of the classroom and into the hallways of the academy.

"Ms. Villin, it seems to me as if class is over."

I looked up from my journal and upon realizing I was alone, I swiftly put away my books.

"Mr. Bretherton, I'm sorry for not paying attention to my surroundings. I'll be off, excuse me." With quick steps, I made my way around the tables until my professor stopped me.

"Ms. Villin, I was given a message before class that you were to report to Professor Heimerdinger's office after the lecture."

"Yes, Mr. Bretherton. Thank you." I bid my professor goodbye as I walked briskly to Heimerdinger's office. I didn't have a clue as to why the Yordle wanted to speak to me. On any other shitty day, and yet the world does not seem to show me mercy. I walked up the doors and knocked twice. The white and gold embellished double doors opened, revealing a small creature sitting on a crafted chair. One step and the yordles ears perked, sensing my presence. Professor Heimerdinger put his feather down, and smiled at me.

"Well, it's a pleasure to see you again my dear." Said the Yordle, as he left his chair and walked to me.

"Hello Professor, I see you are doing well."

"Yes, and I can say the exact same for you."

"Why the sudden request to see me?" I asked, keeping myself together as the Heimerdinger sighed and ushered me to follow him.

"Right to business, just like your father. I requested to see you regarding your mental health, my dear."

"What about it? I'm doing well as you see, why is it a bother?"