[Viktor pries his vest and shirt free, having just enough time to shrug the fabric off each arm before his hexcorified arm goes completely limp on him. It makes a noise like powering down and Viktor slacks to that side from the sheer dead weight of it. Jayce has leaned down to hold onto him and Viktor would fall over if not for that. For no reason other than distress, he pounds the outer ball of a bundled fist against Jayce's chest. His working arm is clearly too weak for it to hurt in the least bit.
Maybe there's some anger in the two hits he can manage before losing even that much strength, jumbled up in the agony and Viktor's terrible stubbornness.]
I didn't- need you..! I needed- to save myself..!
[Needs and wants are terrible things. Viktor hated needing help, he tried to do everything, including believe in himself more than anybody else could. Needing Jayce was a weakness he had to overcome- better to just want him-
This isn't the time to be thinking about this. Viktor pushes his face into Jayce's collar, his fist unbundling to grab at the man's back. He's cold. It's the only relief Viktor can find, burning up beneath his skin, buzzing with energy as his skin morphs to hexcorize across his chest and back. It devours the brace and melds it into his ribcage with purple and gold inlay.
The changes get to his back, metal crawling beneath his spine. He feels the joints fuse and go rigid in places. Anchor points turn into swivels. The flesh melts and peels away with a release of steam. His tailbone separates from where it was embedded, the top opening into three prongs. The rest of his spinal column lifts upward, attached to Viktor between his shoulder blades. Metal fills in the empty space it leaves. The third arm jitters and convulses without purpose,
Viktor sighs in relief, like that was somehow a purging experience and he's feeling better.]
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Maybe there's some anger in the two hits he can manage before losing even that much strength, jumbled up in the agony and Viktor's terrible stubbornness.]
I didn't- need you..! I needed- to save myself..!
[Needs and wants are terrible things. Viktor hated needing help, he tried to do everything, including believe in himself more than anybody else could. Needing Jayce was a weakness he had to overcome- better to just want him-
This isn't the time to be thinking about this. Viktor pushes his face into Jayce's collar, his fist unbundling to grab at the man's back. He's cold. It's the only relief Viktor can find, burning up beneath his skin, buzzing with energy as his skin morphs to hexcorize across his chest and back. It devours the brace and melds it into his ribcage with purple and gold inlay.
The changes get to his back, metal crawling beneath his spine. He feels the joints fuse and go rigid in places. Anchor points turn into swivels. The flesh melts and peels away with a release of steam. His tailbone separates from where it was embedded, the top opening into three prongs. The rest of his spinal column lifts upward, attached to Viktor between his shoulder blades. Metal fills in the empty space it leaves. The third arm jitters and convulses without purpose,
Viktor sighs in relief, like that was somehow a purging experience and he's feeling better.]