[ Viktor eases down onto Jayce, tucking in close with one arm between his own head and the grass and the other wrapping around his partner's ribs. His hand splays across Jayce's back, long fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes that not even Viktor knows—numbers, letters, runes, symbols.
He feels their hearts beating so close together, both pulses racing from adrenaline or proximity or maybe a combination of the two. Viktor is trying to find words, but Jayce beats him to it and leaves him looking up at him with mouth hanging in surprise. ]
You didn't scare me. [ The truth is easy to spill, words quick because he doesn't want Jayce to blame himself for anything. How is Viktor going to explain everything that he felt in that short moment? He couldn't tell what was real, and there was a layer of that within the memory, too. Seeing Jayce fight for him, learning that he would die with him? It makes Viktor's eyes sting with the threat of more tears, his stomach a tumultuous sea. ] I... scared myself.
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He feels their hearts beating so close together, both pulses racing from adrenaline or proximity or maybe a combination of the two. Viktor is trying to find words, but Jayce beats him to it and leaves him looking up at him with mouth hanging in surprise. ]
You didn't scare me. [ The truth is easy to spill, words quick because he doesn't want Jayce to blame himself for anything. How is Viktor going to explain everything that he felt in that short moment? He couldn't tell what was real, and there was a layer of that within the memory, too. Seeing Jayce fight for him, learning that he would die with him? It makes Viktor's eyes sting with the threat of more tears, his stomach a tumultuous sea. ] I... scared myself.