when the silver and gold sky meet, they don't crash.
they unite.
So when the Golden Boy of Piltover and the Silver Princess from Arcadia came across each other, they can't help but replicate the sky.
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jayce talis x fem!oc
s1 : 📝
s2 : 📌
started �...
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♫ viva la vida but it's epic - reinaeiry ♫
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THE HIGH-ARCHED CHAMBER HUMMED IN TENSION. Gold-gilded pillars caught the light as if trying to outshine the unease in the air. The room was filled with its usual players: stern faces, finely tailored suits, and egos dressed up as diplomacy.
Korra sat in her seat-her body a restless storm under her composed surface. One leg crossed. Then uncrossed. Then sprawled in an almost defiant manspread that her dress did not accommodate. Back to ankles crossed, prim and proper. Her mind, meanwhile, was a kaleidoscope of what-ifs and don't-you-dares. Selene still hadn't confronted her. Not a word. And that silence? That was what scared her the most.
She didn't yet know Jayce had already received the first strike.
Across the chamber, Hoskel was droning on about his latest economic heartache like a man whose caviar shipment had been delayed.
"Three of my suppliers have said they intend to delay shipments until fall to give things 'time to cool off.'"
Korra rolled her eyes so hard she swore the back of her skull got a peek. The city teetered on the edge of civil collapse, and Hoskel was upset about autumn supply chain issues.
"We have greater concerns than a dip in profits," Cassandra said sharply. "The Sheriff betrayed us. We need better information."
Korra's spine straightened as the weight of the topic dropped like a hammer into the middle of the room. After Marcus's death, the revelations in his office had been damning-bribes, lies, even blueprints. A betrayal carved in ink. She should've realized from the moment she ran into him in the hall. His anxiousness, nervousness, almost as if he was afraid of her. Or someone else.
She leaned forward, placing one poised hand on the table, ready to step in. "I agree, Cassandra-"
"We need to act. Before anyone else gets killed," Jayce interrupted.
Korra's breath caught. That tone. That was not Jayce. Not her Jayce. Her eyes flicked to him-examining, parsing. Something was off. His stance, the way he clutched the table with anxiety... Korra had watched it for years with her mom on the throne. Had Selene gotten to him already?
"Perhaps Marcus was operating independently," Salo offered. "What could anyone in the Undercity offer him that he didn't have up here?"
"It's not what they offered him. It's what he had to lose."
Korra's head turned to the voice like a hawk catching movement. It wasn't Selene-thank the stars-but the voice still pulled every eye in the room.
Caitlyn strode in with the air of someone who knew she was dragging a storm behind her. Her blue uniform gleamed, precise and pressed. And behind her? A woman. Short, pink-haired, and distinctly unimpressed with all this grandeur.
