[ It's strange how his brain prioritizes different observations when he's in love. The first thing he notices is Jayce's shocked face, and he nearly asks if "yes" had been the wrong answer. But then he takes in the deep shade of Jayce's hair, the healthy hue of his skin, the kissable color of his lips. Viktor cups Jayce's face in his palms so he can thumb as his cheeks and pet his hair, and he notices that he can see the color of his own hands. ]
Wha— How? [ His eyes paw over them both like a hungry animal, categorizing the different colors that stand out so much more now than they had as shades of grey. He can feel tears in his eyes, and though he knows it's from an overwhelming happiness, he still wipes at them with the back of his hands. ] This has to be magic, Jayce!
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Wha— How? [ His eyes paw over them both like a hungry animal, categorizing the different colors that stand out so much more now than they had as shades of grey. He can feel tears in his eyes, and though he knows it's from an overwhelming happiness, he still wipes at them with the back of his hands. ] This has to be magic, Jayce!