[ he can't let go. not immediately, not whilst hearing his partner's tears come hot, flaring around in that chaotic whirl of magic and runic symbols, a power building between them and they are at its center. he remembers. he remembers how he was afraid of what felt like their last moments and relives it. he even feels the rub of viktor's soothing hand against his wrist as his breathing in real time picks up, as the corners of his squeezed eyes burn with their own beads rolling into his beard. ]
I promised—
[ —it's too overwhelming. jayce forgets where he is, what he's supposed to be doing. he jerks back with startle, a dry gasp, and left a quivering bundle of limbs that doesn't know the slightest of what's happening to them.
his chest clenches for viktor, but he could barely compose himself to care for him. his heart was racing like he'd just seen and accepted death, looked right at it while embraced with . . . viktor. dying together.
his head could burst. his hands drop, fall to viktor's legs and his head hangs between them. for a moment all he could do was breathe— and seek viktor by pressing his forehead to the other's shoulder— not just for comfort, but to offer it. he doesn't know what that was, but he knew he was silently sobbing it out. ]
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[ he can't let go. not immediately, not whilst hearing his partner's tears come hot, flaring around in that chaotic whirl of magic and runic symbols, a power building between them and they are at its center. he remembers. he remembers how he was afraid of what felt like their last moments and relives it. he even feels the rub of viktor's soothing hand against his wrist as his breathing in real time picks up, as the corners of his squeezed eyes burn with their own beads rolling into his beard. ]
I promised—
[ —it's too overwhelming. jayce forgets where he is, what he's supposed to be doing. he jerks back with startle, a dry gasp, and left a quivering bundle of limbs that doesn't know the slightest of what's happening to them.
his chest clenches for viktor, but he could barely compose himself to care for him. his heart was racing like he'd just seen and accepted death, looked right at it while embraced with . . . viktor. dying together.
his head could burst. his hands drop, fall to viktor's legs and his head hangs between them. for a moment all he could do was breathe— and seek viktor by pressing his forehead to the other's shoulder— not just for comfort, but to offer it. he doesn't know what that was, but he knew he was silently sobbing it out. ]