When it healed enough, [ he confirms. his general state of being was a testament to that. the excessive hair, the filth— the golden boy was no more. what was in the place of the council's pristine show pony was an untamed, skittish stallion.
jayce is beyond thankful for the grounding palm still on him— after everything. after everything he did and didn't do. with no sign of leaving his person, he holds on, fingers becoming a tight fit around them. it takes a pause longer to speak, dry lips crackling bubbles of thick saliva when he swallows and makes way for words. ]
At least I made something helpful out of that thing. [ his brace is everything he has of his hammer . . . a hammer that he shouldn't have made in the first place. ] You were right.
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jayce is beyond thankful for the grounding palm still on him— after everything. after everything he did and didn't do. with no sign of leaving his person, he holds on, fingers becoming a tight fit around them. it takes a pause longer to speak, dry lips crackling bubbles of thick saliva when he swallows and makes way for words. ]
At least I made something helpful out of that thing. [ his brace is everything he has of his hammer . . . a hammer that he shouldn't have made in the first place. ] You were right.