[ when jayce feels pressure on his shoulder, his breathing catches. it almost spooks him— but that prickle at the back of his neck becomes a melted pool of warm, melancholy reprive. that is so very special, what viktor has done. his eyes regain a big, doe-like shine to them, clasping his much larger hand on top of the reassuring gift, nodding to accept it. viktor could slip his arm away at any moment, but for jayce— he'll linger the weight of palm on top for just a little longer. miniscule tugs after that will induce him to let go.
plans have changed drastically. he is not in the time nor place he should be, with the viktor he was fated to confront elsewhere. they're not even on runeterra anymore.
jayce turns over onto his side, facing viktor. they were both like-minded, able to follow each other's theorem, formulas, equations— and viktor was genius. he knows, especially from their shared experience, what his partner had thought. ]
. . . It was an accident, [ he affirms, eyes downcast and hand resting on the atrophied muscle of his now braced leg. ] I tripped— and the Mercury Hammer fell on me.
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plans have changed drastically. he is not in the time nor place he should be, with the viktor he was fated to confront elsewhere. they're not even on runeterra anymore.
jayce turns over onto his side, facing viktor. they were both like-minded, able to follow each other's theorem, formulas, equations— and viktor was genius. he knows, especially from their shared experience, what his partner had thought. ]
. . . It was an accident, [ he affirms, eyes downcast and hand resting on the atrophied muscle of his now braced leg. ] I tripped— and the Mercury Hammer fell on me.