[The last thing Viktor really feels is Jayce's lips pressing to his. IIcy cold against overheated. Practically sizzling from contrast, sparking, before they're split from each other. Sensation dulls at that. Not gone completely, but crushed down and smothered.
Viktor is so densely packed within his own body, nerves and tissues all condensed into a core somewhere inside his chest. No longer within his own head, every end of him more like a piece of a marionette to be puppeteered by his command,
He has no mouth capable of screaming, of speech. Eyes that do not blink, have unbroken focus. Jayce is so close, Viktor can see his horror and dismay in full clarity, yet there's no mustering the same emotions in turn. The man was clearly robbed of a brief glimpse at happiness. Even with his emotions stomped down to their lowest of lows, there is a twisting of Viktor's own yearning into a more rational motivation.
Logically, it would be an inconvenience if Jayce became dead weight, whether from despair or shock. That should be avoided.
The answer to Jayce's adverse reaction is a poor excuse for an attempt to sooth him. Something the Herald is truly no better at offering than Viktor might be in his right mind.
The third arm twists and cranes forward, latches ingraciously to the back of Jayce's hair to lift his head back upward where he looked down. Meet the unyielding eyes of the Herald again. The creature leans forward, mirroring Jayce's earlier action as best he can. The flat front of the mask nudges to Jayce's mouth, presses awkwardly against and past lips to bump into the front of the man's teeth.
An unfeeling attempt at reciprocating that so desired kiss. That should calm him down, right? Simple cause and effect, wanting and receiving.]
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Viktor is so densely packed within his own body, nerves and tissues all condensed into a core somewhere inside his chest. No longer within his own head, every end of him more like a piece of a marionette to be puppeteered by his command,
He has no mouth capable of screaming, of speech. Eyes that do not blink, have unbroken focus. Jayce is so close, Viktor can see his horror and dismay in full clarity, yet there's no mustering the same emotions in turn. The man was clearly robbed of a brief glimpse at happiness. Even with his emotions stomped down to their lowest of lows, there is a twisting of Viktor's own yearning into a more rational motivation.
Logically, it would be an inconvenience if Jayce became dead weight, whether from despair or shock. That should be avoided.
The answer to Jayce's adverse reaction is a poor excuse for an attempt to sooth him. Something the Herald is truly no better at offering than Viktor might be in his right mind.
The third arm twists and cranes forward, latches ingraciously to the back of Jayce's hair to lift his head back upward where he looked down. Meet the unyielding eyes of the Herald again. The creature leans forward, mirroring Jayce's earlier action as best he can. The flat front of the mask nudges to Jayce's mouth, presses awkwardly against and past lips to bump into the front of the man's teeth.
An unfeeling attempt at reciprocating that so desired kiss. That should calm him down, right? Simple cause and effect, wanting and receiving.]