[ Floating in comfortable darkness, Viktor dreams. He dreams new memories that haven't come to him before, flashes of moments all revolving around Jayce: sitting together in a carriage working on a machine, dancing around each other in a lab performing an experiment, slumped over their desk facing each other with hands nearly touching, sleepy goodnights in a dormitory hallway. All the while, Viktor's gaze is on Jayce's face, his lips, his eyes, the line of his jaw, his hands, clever fingers and strong palms, a gem glistening above the pulse point in his wrist. All memories full of the feeling of love without taking the plunge and closing the little distance that separated partners from lovers.
He nears the surface of waking a few times, never aware of much other than Jayce's wide hands on his narrow body. Warmth surrounds him from soft cotton and softer arms, and he burrows into the embrace. ]
've loved you so long. [ It's slurred and sleepy, but it's a truth deeper than any other, written into the stars and the fabric of reality. Viktor has always love Jayce, from the moment he first laid eyes on him, unable to let him go in the face of oblivion.
Viktor only wakes again when sunlight slips across his face, warm compared to the cold he feels elsewhere. Shivering, he reaches out blindly for Jayce but his hands come up empty, and further searching under the covers makes it clear that he's alone in the bed. Grumbling and slitting open one eye, he looks around blearily while turning his back to the sunny window. ]
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He nears the surface of waking a few times, never aware of much other than Jayce's wide hands on his narrow body. Warmth surrounds him from soft cotton and softer arms, and he burrows into the embrace. ]
've loved you so long. [ It's slurred and sleepy, but it's a truth deeper than any other, written into the stars and the fabric of reality. Viktor has always love Jayce, from the moment he first laid eyes on him, unable to let him go in the face of oblivion.
Viktor only wakes again when sunlight slips across his face, warm compared to the cold he feels elsewhere. Shivering, he reaches out blindly for Jayce but his hands come up empty, and further searching under the covers makes it clear that he's alone in the bed. Grumbling and slitting open one eye, he looks around blearily while turning his back to the sunny window. ]
Jayce? [ His voice is hoarse and his throat sore, accent coming thicker from sleep and the rumbling quality of his tone. He thinks he smells something cooking, but he can't immediately tell if it's remnants of Jayce making himself breakfast before morning chores or not. Impossible man, leaving his fiancé alone in bed to see to his responsibilities with the horses. Viktor loves him infinitely. ]