[ jayce hung on until the last minute, but even with his heart divulged, finishing its rupture, only logic reverberates back to him. he doesn't want to argue about this— it's a struggle without end. if he pushes, jayce will always be met with pulls. he's already out of breath as is . . .
jayce feels the strain overcoming his features, the burn at the base of his nose burdening the muscles surrounding his mouth. where the herald holds him is where he hangs in silence— the occassional strangled sob may slip, but he says no more. ]
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jayce feels the strain overcoming his features, the burn at the base of his nose burdening the muscles surrounding his mouth. where the herald holds him is where he hangs in silence— the occassional strangled sob may slip, but he says no more. ]