[Viktor is glad he's faced away from Jayce, that the man wouldn't be angled to see him wince and sneer when touched. It isn't because of pain nor disgust, though Viktor knows that is what it would read as. It is because he likes that touch and his mind rebels in self loathing guilt. He is not the one who should be indulged such comforts...
Yet, it is what Jayce asked to do and he is not about to deny him it. Viktor does long for the touch and closeness, he's never actually been adverse to it. Always, he allowed Jayce to reach and lay his hands on him. His shoulders, behind his neck, his lower back. Okay... not always, there was a rare exception. Always, except if Jayce was being an asshole.
He was usually just like this. Kind and bracing, not treating Viktor as too fragile nor ever weak. Viktor's thoughts are so turbulent and rushing that he barely hears what Jayce asks right behind him,]
What-? Uhm, no. No, they didn't hurt even when I made them. [he couldn't even recall the pain, not in comparison to the burning injection of Shimmer, like absolute lava through his veins. Then there was the magical shock of the Hexcore fusion, rearranging his insides and outsides to a biomechanical form, like getting electrocuted without the pleasure of passing out midway through. Cuts... cuts were nothing. Not a blip spared in his memory.
Stretching out around him cannot be comfortable for Jayce. Viktor crosses his ankles, legs pressing together in front of him, then arms wrapping forward around those. Small as he can be, giving Jayce more room to relax his outstretched legs. The injured one looks... just horrific. It is a wonder that it's healed even that much. Magic seems to have infected it as much as healed it. Self replicating and self destructive. Just fascinating... morbidly so,
Viktor sighs, reminded he should help distract the man when he can, to ease him with easier conversation between them and task that Jayce is sure to eagerly carry out,]
The spinal anchors could use some of your more firm attention. I have a difficult time keeping them all polished up... without loosening the bolts on accident, that is.
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Yet, it is what Jayce asked to do and he is not about to deny him it. Viktor does long for the touch and closeness, he's never actually been adverse to it. Always, he allowed Jayce to reach and lay his hands on him. His shoulders, behind his neck, his lower back. Okay... not always, there was a rare exception. Always, except if Jayce was being an asshole.
He was usually just like this. Kind and bracing, not treating Viktor as too fragile nor ever weak. Viktor's thoughts are so turbulent and rushing that he barely hears what Jayce asks right behind him,]
What-? Uhm, no. No, they didn't hurt even when I made them. [he couldn't even recall the pain, not in comparison to the burning injection of Shimmer, like absolute lava through his veins. Then there was the magical shock of the Hexcore fusion, rearranging his insides and outsides to a biomechanical form, like getting electrocuted without the pleasure of passing out midway through. Cuts... cuts were nothing. Not a blip spared in his memory.
Stretching out around him cannot be comfortable for Jayce. Viktor crosses his ankles, legs pressing together in front of him, then arms wrapping forward around those. Small as he can be, giving Jayce more room to relax his outstretched legs. The injured one looks... just horrific. It is a wonder that it's healed even that much. Magic seems to have infected it as much as healed it. Self replicating and self destructive. Just fascinating... morbidly so,
Viktor sighs, reminded he should help distract the man when he can, to ease him with easier conversation between them and task that Jayce is sure to eagerly carry out,]
The spinal anchors could use some of your more firm attention. I have a difficult time keeping them all polished up... without loosening the bolts on accident, that is.