[ please, this is all too much for him! he barely wants to let viktor go— practically melting into a pile of useless progress goop at the sensations overwhelming him. he locked the fuck in and all it took was the viktor before it all to snap him into a soft mess. the tensing muscle under his arms, the little bolts under his shirt lining viktor's spine, the awkward patting his partner tries to give on his thin back, he's lost a lot of weight and probably isn't so hulking despite still being pretty, ah. large.
but viktor is right, and that starts jayce's rapid blinking. heaving through and strangling the noises, jayce can hear him, trying to nod to let him know that he's listening, he's still listening. it's not safe. get it together— get it together. he's has not stopped crying, a mess of sniffs, snorts and groans to bite through it. at last, jayce let's go, forcefully, bashing the side of his head with the inside of his wrist. his head hurts, but it doesn't split like it had earlier. any watchful, arcanic eyes still on him might be losing its grip. ]
Augh—
[ it takes him a moment, but once jayce has shoved necessity into light, he's the first one to get up; he uses the grounded bar of the hammer to hoist himself up and keep the weight off his leg. with his hands having unraveled from viktor but still close, he claps the underside of viktor's arm to help pull him up.
he nods, tear stains and grime mixing and running down the most angular slants of his face, but— he's functional. he has to be.
he can't fucking let viktor down again. that's the only thing that makes this manageable. ]
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but viktor is right, and that starts jayce's rapid blinking. heaving through and strangling the noises, jayce can hear him, trying to nod to let him know that he's listening, he's still listening. it's not safe. get it together— get it together. he's has not stopped crying, a mess of sniffs, snorts and groans to bite through it. at last, jayce let's go, forcefully, bashing the side of his head with the inside of his wrist. his head hurts, but it doesn't split like it had earlier. any watchful, arcanic eyes still on him might be losing its grip. ]
Augh—
[ it takes him a moment, but once jayce has shoved necessity into light, he's the first one to get up; he uses the grounded bar of the hammer to hoist himself up and keep the weight off his leg. with his hands having unraveled from viktor but still close, he claps the underside of viktor's arm to help pull him up.
he nods, tear stains and grime mixing and running down the most angular slants of his face, but— he's functional. he has to be.
he can't fucking let viktor down again. that's the only thing that makes this manageable. ]
I'm— Right behind you. Go.