[Unbeknownst to them both, Viktor spends his evening in similar fashion of lustful wanting. He doesn't have the artistic skills of Jayce, but he takes to his own journal to write down everything they had discovered and disclosed over the course of the afternoon. His writing is messy and frantic, hand struggling to keep up with his mind as he painstakingly recreates every memory and scribbles more questions in the margins.
Titanium vendors and pricing? Statistical data on monochromatic color blindness? Hobbies / activities in free time? Single.
The final note feels stupid to include, because there's no way that Viktor would be able to forget the admission nor the way it framed every touch between them, ever smile that wrinkled the corners of Jayce's eyes and flashed the gap in his front teeth. Viktor can't describe the way it had made him feel to thread his arm through Jayce's and walk together, nor the selfless kindness that he'd shown with his gift to Viktor.
Sighing and wishing, for once, that he had more of a knack for at least one of the humanities, Viktor sets down his pencil and leans back in his chair. It's late into the night, or perhaps early into the morning, when he wakes with a crick in his back and the realization that he needs to remove the brace in order to remove his pants.
He should have ask Jayce to help with both.
He shakes his head and focuses instead on hobbling to bed, stiff from falling asleep sitting up and the exercise of the day. Luckily, the brace is incredibly clever, as is Viktor, and he's able to figure out the removal process from having watched Jayce put it on. Setting it aside gently, he collapses into bed and dreams. He dreams of Jayce, looking younger and almost like a stranger compared to his gruff, bearded self that Viktor knows. The dream is in color, but when Viktor wakes, he can't recall what anything had looked like other than the warmth of Jayce's smile. ]
What am I going to do about all this?
[ The first thing is sigh, and then get out of bed. He's just putting the brace back on, freshly washed and clothed, when he receives the invitation from Jayce. It's a little silly, considering they've spent time together almost daily since Jayce's arrival, but the formality of it sparks Viktor's interest—not that he would ever decline.
He bids his time until the evening in the library, writing more notes and seeking out some information on eye structures. He's never been all that interested in seeing color, but maybe he's never had something worth looking at until recently.
Leaving everything strewn on his desk, he sets out for the stables a little early so he can further test the brace, walking the long way around before wandering in through one of the big open doors. ] Jayce?
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Titanium vendors and pricing?
Statistical data on monochromatic color blindness?
Hobbies / activities in free time?
Single.
The final note feels stupid to include, because there's no way that Viktor would be able to forget the admission nor the way it framed every touch between them, ever smile that wrinkled the corners of Jayce's eyes and flashed the gap in his front teeth. Viktor can't describe the way it had made him feel to thread his arm through Jayce's and walk together, nor the selfless kindness that he'd shown with his gift to Viktor.
Sighing and wishing, for once, that he had more of a knack for at least one of the humanities, Viktor sets down his pencil and leans back in his chair. It's late into the night, or perhaps early into the morning, when he wakes with a crick in his back and the realization that he needs to remove the brace in order to remove his pants.
He should have ask Jayce to help with both.
He shakes his head and focuses instead on hobbling to bed, stiff from falling asleep sitting up and the exercise of the day. Luckily, the brace is incredibly clever, as is Viktor, and he's able to figure out the removal process from having watched Jayce put it on. Setting it aside gently, he collapses into bed and dreams. He dreams of Jayce, looking younger and almost like a stranger compared to his gruff, bearded self that Viktor knows. The dream is in color, but when Viktor wakes, he can't recall what anything had looked like other than the warmth of Jayce's smile. ]
What am I going to do about all this?
[ The first thing is sigh, and then get out of bed. He's just putting the brace back on, freshly washed and clothed, when he receives the invitation from Jayce. It's a little silly, considering they've spent time together almost daily since Jayce's arrival, but the formality of it sparks Viktor's interest—not that he would ever decline.
He bids his time until the evening in the library, writing more notes and seeking out some information on eye structures. He's never been all that interested in seeing color, but maybe he's never had something worth looking at until recently.
Leaving everything strewn on his desk, he sets out for the stables a little early so he can further test the brace, walking the long way around before wandering in through one of the big open doors. ] Jayce?