[ there weren't many times when viktor instigated touch, or reciprocated; but when he did, jayce talis knew that is was something special, for a special occassion. did he really deserve all of that? the more he hangs here, he realizes . . . the more he tethers to these memories. they he wished that he could at times just . . . stay. stay and relive this time, the best time of his life, over and over.
these touches back and forth are dangerous. jayce feels the heart in his chest leaping around like a butterfly garden warning him of an intimacy that could seize him at some point— and he wouldn't be able to control himself. yet, with this viktor— he is far too weak to deny him or deny himself of him. jayce's fingers thus linger, and don't retreat. his brows raise and his head nods. ]
Might need a wash. [ that's not even a question, with his raspy voice all dripped with irony. he could us use a shower last year. ] While we wait.
[ and maybe— he could tell him more. they would have to meddle with hextech, and then dispose of it. could they? ]
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these touches back and forth are dangerous. jayce feels the heart in his chest leaping around like a butterfly garden warning him of an intimacy that could seize him at some point— and he wouldn't be able to control himself. yet, with this viktor— he is far too weak to deny him or deny himself of him. jayce's fingers thus linger, and don't retreat. his brows raise and his head nods. ]
Might need a wash. [ that's not even a question, with his raspy voice all dripped with irony. he could us use a shower last year. ] While we wait.
[ and maybe— he could tell him more. they would have to meddle with hextech, and then dispose of it. could they? ]