[ jayce's hands drop when they seem to have found success in grounding him there for a while longer. with viktor's attention now, it seems jayce struggles to put forth the words. it's something only his parents know, and what the world has labled him for as stupid and lacking attention to obvious detail. it was always you need to pay more attention, jayce or you're so stupid, jayce. he couldn't fucking see, pricks. ]
—I asked for your house's colors. [ he breathed that out as if he was holding it in. low, quiet and near shamefully, he continues, ] They gave me one tin.
[ he had enough for only one and had to choose, after spending the rest on metal. black, it wasn't. they'd say black was achromatic. absense of color, what darkness looks like. he's almost certain he at the very least, knows black.
the next comes with a sigh; a confession. ]
I don't know if it's silver or green.
[ because they're both identical in tone, and no one really thinks to label them when the majority could see the little dot of color on top of the tin, clear as day. even when jayce had asked, he was treated like an idiot: you blind or what?.
he looked and saw the same damn thing. only by sheer cleverness did he get paperwork for the horse's conformations correct, when it came down to the color of their coats. he'd have to sit down and pull up previous profiles in old, dusty folders, and pray that he wasn't put on the spot. ]
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—I asked for your house's colors. [ he breathed that out as if he was holding it in. low, quiet and near shamefully, he continues, ] They gave me one tin.
[ he had enough for only one and had to choose, after spending the rest on metal. black, it wasn't. they'd say black was achromatic. absense of color, what darkness looks like. he's almost certain he at the very least, knows black.
the next comes with a sigh; a confession. ]
I don't know if it's silver or green.
[ because they're both identical in tone, and no one really thinks to label them when the majority could see the little dot of color on top of the tin, clear as day. even when jayce had asked, he was treated like an idiot: you blind or what?.
he looked and saw the same damn thing. only by sheer cleverness did he get paperwork for the horse's conformations correct, when it came down to the color of their coats. he'd have to sit down and pull up previous profiles in old, dusty folders, and pray that he wasn't put on the spot. ]