[ jayce is all endeared simpering until the mirth is stunned out of him, his eyes on the offered hand. hadn't he— been on a ledge, and viktor . . . no, that's not how it went. viktor wasn't there when he planned to jump. he heard the horses.
but viktor . . . gave him something. a bracelet with a gem in the middle, leather worn down from how much he'd rub at it. i think you're onto something.
i don't even know your name.
it's viktor.
with those slim amber eyes.
it's such a short, second's worth of pause, but it made jayce feel like he was stuck during a lifetime. apologetically dipping his head and smiling under his bow, he takes the hand waiting for him. ]
—Sorry. Yeah. [ he gestures to his head, and as if it were some kind of reassurance to say so, chuckling under his vreath like it's absolutely something silly: ] Déjà vu.
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but viktor . . . gave him something. a bracelet with a gem in the middle, leather worn down from how much he'd rub at it. i think you're onto something.
i don't even know your name.
it's viktor.
with those slim amber eyes.
it's such a short, second's worth of pause, but it made jayce feel like he was stuck during a lifetime. apologetically dipping his head and smiling under his bow, he takes the hand waiting for him. ]
—Sorry. Yeah. [ he gestures to his head, and as if it were some kind of reassurance to say so, chuckling under his vreath like it's absolutely something silly: ] Déjà vu.