[ oh, now that is close. jayce jolts in his own skin, but doesn't retreat from viktor's sudden proximity. nnnnno, this is a very unsexy encounter, given jayce's grime, smell and general astasia—
but it is another intimate lean that affects him, and greatly at that. jayce rests his elbow against the edges of the tub and keeps his head turned, half to mask the darker hue he's turned under the natural bronze of his complexion, and half to anticipate a great amount of known discomfort.
the contemplating he's done in solitude has to do with viktor. his promise is viktor. his feelings for viktor were meant to be held behind a blockade until the right time to spill them free, but— plans change. this viktor does not have the hexcore within him. jayce hadn't been planning on finding him through interdimensional travel this way, or consequently bathing with him after a run in with monsters.
so, he'll just have to . . . ride it out, this time around. luckily, jayce's fluster could easily be overcome when viktor actually begins the wash his leg deserves. it's nasty and cruddy and gross, ugly colored scabs moist enough under the froth to peel away in sticky strings and siphoning a serous, neon green-blue drainage. it is not nearly as bad as it was at its absolute worst. at most, he curls his toes when its ill-fitting, his thigh tremors, he goes from pressing his face to the inside of his bicep to migrating his forehead, gradually, to viktor's shoulder.
and its there he stays, doing everything but kick or complain. he's a very good boy, and an even more well behaved horse.
he relaxes, at last when everything seems done, and looks to be positively exhausted in the way that he starts slumping on viktor. a good thing to mention, the ink; it perks his head up right on the spot. ]
—What? [ he has to see; and when he does, jayce falls deathly silent. ] No, these are—
[ it's them. holy shit. ]
I knew I wasn't— [ alright. pause to relax. to refrain from speeding up dangerously. It's not the time to tweak out again. ] Viktor, they're runes.
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but it is another intimate lean that affects him, and greatly at that. jayce rests his elbow against the edges of the tub and keeps his head turned, half to mask the darker hue he's turned under the natural bronze of his complexion, and half to anticipate a great amount of known discomfort.
the contemplating he's done in solitude has to do with viktor. his promise is viktor. his feelings for viktor were meant to be held behind a blockade until the right time to spill them free, but— plans change. this viktor does not have the hexcore within him. jayce hadn't been planning on finding him through interdimensional travel this way, or consequently bathing with him after a run in with monsters.
so, he'll just have to . . . ride it out, this time around. luckily, jayce's fluster could easily be overcome when viktor actually begins the wash his leg deserves. it's nasty and cruddy and gross, ugly colored scabs moist enough under the froth to peel away in sticky strings and siphoning a serous, neon green-blue drainage. it is not nearly as bad as it was at its absolute worst. at most, he curls his toes when its ill-fitting, his thigh tremors, he goes from pressing his face to the inside of his bicep to migrating his forehead, gradually, to viktor's shoulder.
and its there he stays, doing everything but kick or complain. he's a very good boy, and an even more well behaved horse.
he relaxes, at last when everything seems done, and looks to be positively exhausted in the way that he starts slumping on viktor. a good thing to mention, the ink; it perks his head up right on the spot. ]
—What? [ he has to see; and when he does, jayce falls deathly silent. ] No, these are—
[ it's them. holy shit. ]
I knew I wasn't— [ alright. pause to relax. to refrain from speeding up dangerously. It's not the time to tweak out again. ] Viktor, they're runes.