[ The change in expression throws Viktor off-balance, worried that maybe he'd gone too far and that his thoughts were truly fantastical. Even when a smile creeps onto Jayce's features, Viktor wonders if it's something placating, or worse, pitying.
He's not expecting Jayce to know. How could he? It isn't a real memory, and Viktor hadn't slipped up and mentioned the cog even if Jayce might have been able to assume that he was indeed smiling. Hell, he's not even aware of the fact that he named the color "blue" on instinct while being wrapped up in remembering. He looks at Jayce in utter disbelief, it takes him a second to melt into action when he's being kissed so tenderly.
Another flash of memory, of multi-colored hands reaching for him and cupping the back of his neck. He flinches away from it, the memory of Jayce and the real one in front of him, white-hot emotional pain spiking through his heart and making him gasp. ]
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He's not expecting Jayce to know. How could he? It isn't a real memory, and Viktor hadn't slipped up and mentioned the cog even if Jayce might have been able to assume that he was indeed smiling. Hell, he's not even aware of the fact that he named the color "blue" on instinct while being wrapped up in remembering. He looks at Jayce in utter disbelief, it takes him a second to melt into action when he's being kissed so tenderly.
Another flash of memory, of multi-colored hands reaching for him and cupping the back of his neck. He flinches away from it, the memory of Jayce and the real one in front of him, white-hot emotional pain spiking through his heart and making him gasp. ]
How did you know that?