[Every interplay of their temperatures is flipped and backwards. Jayce, full of desperate warmth and passion, while his body is an icy corpse. Viktor, metallic form practically steaming with the excess energy of so much change so rapidly, while his emotions are completely frigid. The pair clash in every way there is.
Their kiss is a meaningless display of mismatch parts. An engine too inert for a combustion spark to fuel it. He lurches away from the gesture as Jayce shoves an arm between them, though the man isn't being let go from the hold on him.
The Herald is Viktor, the way he imagines himself as ideal. Strong, logical, and of use. His mind holds only a single motivation, narrow focused and precision made. He is a tool fit for a specific function. He answers, his voice not resonating out from his face, but from the claw grasped at the back of Jayce's head still. It will rattle in the man's skull as a result. Viktor's voice, but thoroughly vocal fried as if being filtered through a beehive,]
I promised to protect you.
[his legs move, get one foot beneath him and then leverages upward to stand. Viktor's new form is massively tall, would tower over Jayce by well over a foot if, well, he didn't pull Jayce up with him. The Herald is hoisting the man over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. (About as romantic as their kiss...)]
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Their kiss is a meaningless display of mismatch parts. An engine too inert for a combustion spark to fuel it. He lurches away from the gesture as Jayce shoves an arm between them, though the man isn't being let go from the hold on him.
The Herald is Viktor, the way he imagines himself as ideal. Strong, logical, and of use. His mind holds only a single motivation, narrow focused and precision made. He is a tool fit for a specific function. He answers, his voice not resonating out from his face, but from the claw grasped at the back of Jayce's head still. It will rattle in the man's skull as a result. Viktor's voice, but thoroughly vocal fried as if being filtered through a beehive,]
I promised to protect you.
[his legs move, get one foot beneath him and then leverages upward to stand. Viktor's new form is massively tall, would tower over Jayce by well over a foot if, well, he didn't pull Jayce up with him. The Herald is hoisting the man over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. (About as romantic as their kiss...)]
I won't fail.