that was not something jayce was expecting, and it hits him like the floor of the ravine. knocks the wind of of him. takes him out. you, he starts in the privacy of his thoughts, it's always been you, not magic— but outwardly, the corners of his eyes sting, from stray suds and an emotional squeeze at his heartstrings that makes jayce blink one too many times. he'd thought he put everything out, that his tear ducts had run dry— hearts were funny things.
after a thick pause, jayce nearly pounces for viktor's back, squeezing his shoulders into a tight embrace and knocking their heads together, with jayce's bearded chin against the slope of viktor's neck. it would not have been apparent that tears were threatening him again, if not for the paltry crack in his voice softspoken voice against the patter of shower water that sputters cold. ]
You don't need to be, Viktor. You are.
[ it is more than easy to chock that up to an emotional feeling rather than the actual, wild truth it speaks. jayce would rather press his vision to darkness against pale skin than see the dim lighting of the bathroom walls. it felt more comforting to already be with his savior.
and this is why his affection holds no bounds, runs so deep. it ascends from anything he's ever known. ]
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that was not something jayce was expecting, and it hits him like the floor of the ravine. knocks the wind of of him. takes him out. you, he starts in the privacy of his thoughts, it's always been you, not magic— but outwardly, the corners of his eyes sting, from stray suds and an emotional squeeze at his heartstrings that makes jayce blink one too many times. he'd thought he put everything out, that his tear ducts had run dry— hearts were funny things.
after a thick pause, jayce nearly pounces for viktor's back, squeezing his shoulders into a tight embrace and knocking their heads together, with jayce's bearded chin against the slope of viktor's neck. it would not have been apparent that tears were threatening him again, if not for the paltry crack in his voice softspoken voice against the patter of shower water that sputters cold. ]
You don't need to be, Viktor. You are.
[ it is more than easy to chock that up to an emotional feeling rather than the actual, wild truth it speaks. jayce would rather press his vision to darkness against pale skin than see the dim lighting of the bathroom walls. it felt more comforting to already be with his savior.
and this is why his affection holds no bounds, runs so deep. it ascends from anything he's ever known. ]