[ jayce is only semi-conscious as his rib cage caves. he knows there is pain, but there was just so much of it at this point he'd barely register more. his heart fibrilates under every pump, the rest of him slowing down, from the crazed breathing to his terrible convulsing. his lungs work their last breaths to stagnant, filled to the brim with bleeding tissue that puffs out through the chest cavity being sliced open. his body could only react now, twitching and grunting, his eyes truly rolling back with a flutter and gaping lips. there is . . . someone above him as his quivering heart is forced to pump a few more times. it gives his brain a few more useless sparks of warmth he needed to mask the horrors currently keeping his body on a thin thread. a hooded figure he could see so clearly after seeing his world go indistinct and overcast is what dots the beautiful nebulae behind him. a pointed face and whistful smile of a mage who's eyes flash red with passion.
it seems we did not anticipate this detour, did we, jayce?
jayce reacts to seeing him hovering above his head, kneeling down to pet his sweat caked hair, placing him in between his lap in an elegant swoop of colorful fabrics: his brows twitch upwards, the smallest of whines creaks from behind an compulsory gasp as blood stained tears slide down the curves of his cheeks. the mage cups jayce's face and shakes his head with deep condolences, nimble thumbs brushing away at the wetness that clings to his beard.
hush, my heart. i know you tried.
it is everything jayce wanted to hear. if he could lean into the warmth of his deathbed vision, he would— but he can't move. not a single inch. if he could cry more, he would. his brows only twitch, and his lower lip tremors. he has so much to say, but . . . he can't find the words, he thinks . . . the mage gazes ahead for a moment, jayce's eyes attempt to follow— but the mage steers his chin back up to watch him. he did not have to look. he shouldn't.
within the current restrictions, he tried, too.
jayce knows that. he'd never blame viktor for this. he'd never forsake him for something he didn't have control over. even back home . . . jayce had never left him then. he wouldn't turn his back now. the mage studies jayce's wandering face for a moment, and nods to him.
we'll go back. we'll try again.
that's all he wants to hear as the weight of his head dips sideways, and moist eyes go dim and opaque.
until the next possibility, jayce.
it is there where even the involuntary spasms of silt-caked fingertips cease, and jayce talis fully succumbs to the fate he chose. ]
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it seems we did not anticipate this detour, did we, jayce?
jayce reacts to seeing him hovering above his head, kneeling down to pet his sweat caked hair, placing him in between his lap in an elegant swoop of colorful fabrics: his brows twitch upwards, the smallest of whines creaks from behind an compulsory gasp as blood stained tears slide down the curves of his cheeks. the mage cups jayce's face and shakes his head with deep condolences, nimble thumbs brushing away at the wetness that clings to his beard.
hush, my heart. i know you tried.
it is everything jayce wanted to hear. if he could lean into the warmth of his deathbed vision, he would— but he can't move. not a single inch. if he could cry more, he would. his brows only twitch, and his lower lip tremors. he has so much to say, but . . . he can't find the words, he thinks . . . the mage gazes ahead for a moment, jayce's eyes attempt to follow— but the mage steers his chin back up to watch him. he did not have to look. he shouldn't.
within the current restrictions, he tried, too.
jayce knows that. he'd never blame viktor for this. he'd never forsake him for something he didn't have control over. even back home . . . jayce had never left him then. he wouldn't turn his back now. the mage studies jayce's wandering face for a moment, and nods to him.
we'll go back. we'll try again.
that's all he wants to hear as the weight of his head dips sideways, and moist eyes go dim and opaque.
until the next possibility, jayce.
it is there where even the involuntary spasms of silt-caked fingertips cease, and jayce talis fully succumbs to the fate he chose. ]