[ to better accommodate where viktor now sits, jayce decides to spread his legs and carefully stretch them out on either side of him. it is a poor sight to behold, far worse than his back. there are spindly holes in his left, the infection nearly not as bad as it used to be, but the smell of the iridescent, translucent ooze that dribbles out of it when squeezed too tight seems . . . a little more foul than pleasant, but then again all of him had been foul. the bruises and boils from where his genius brace rubbed were minor, compared to the molded fracture. it is actually quite facinating.
the arcane is rooted in it.
as viktor likely pays mind to jayce, jayce spends his mind on viktor's back. he rubs the shared soap bar into his hands, before gently starting at his shoulders, mindful of any runic cuts. he won't rub too hard on them, but empty spaces of skin will get more caring kneads. ]
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the arcane is rooted in it.
as viktor likely pays mind to jayce, jayce spends his mind on viktor's back. he rubs the shared soap bar into his hands, before gently starting at his shoulders, mindful of any runic cuts. he won't rub too hard on them, but empty spaces of skin will get more caring kneads. ]
Do they hurt, still?