[ jayce's eyes snap open when viktor goes a quarter through with his words. a precious stone. every word after that takes his breath away, quite literally. he's staring at him, his lips move but nothing comes out. his eyes fly all over viktor's precious face and the middle of his eyebrows wrinkle. he's— actually hearing something like that. like this. please, let this be real.
he doesn't feel breathless, but jayce feels like he should inhale before he does need it. he doesn't— know what to say. jayce wasn't expecting viktor's heart on his sleeve when choosing between a snowball or a rock. he goes through a scope of emotion the more he allows viktor to continue, goes from melting into a fluttering pile of butterflies to feeling his gut drop like an anchor.
his what, where? ]
Viktor, [ his heart. let that sink. it doesn't and yet the shock seizes him like a meteor crash. viktor gave him his heart to live. his heart is what's giving him fuel. working hard, nonstop. does he— have any idea what he's done? jayce is overwhelmed, shaking his head in disbelief and locking his eyes, immediately soddened. if it wasn't forked open he'd put his hand over it. jayce does the next best thing, rerouting his hand to the top of his blood caked collar bone and prodding around the dent above it for a pulse. it is a good thing jayce doesn't necessarily need a strong heart anymore. only a working one. ] I . . . I don't—
[ believe it? it's not . . . something horrible, or eles the curve of his trembling lips would be so high. but jayce's brows crease next with question following his emotional tears, but then— his eyes briefly unfocus only because he's trying to think, to visualize the possibilities. viktor is ingenious. he's an engineer, an inventor. what was within their reach? their knowledge in, how much time? it couldn't have been too long if his body was even viable enough to resuscitate (even though that in itself was a miracle draw). did he—
jayce's brows relax with an answer on his tongue, but that doesn't take away the utter bewilderment in the vast spectrum of colors in his eyes as much as his voice, needing confirmation. ]
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he doesn't feel breathless, but jayce feels like he should inhale before he does need it. he doesn't— know what to say. jayce wasn't expecting viktor's heart on his sleeve when choosing between a snowball or a rock. he goes through a scope of emotion the more he allows viktor to continue, goes from melting into a fluttering pile of butterflies to feeling his gut drop like an anchor.
his what, where? ]
Viktor, [ his heart. let that sink. it doesn't and yet the shock seizes him like a meteor crash. viktor gave him his heart to live. his heart is what's giving him fuel. working hard, nonstop. does he— have any idea what he's done? jayce is overwhelmed, shaking his head in disbelief and locking his eyes, immediately soddened. if it wasn't forked open he'd put his hand over it. jayce does the next best thing, rerouting his hand to the top of his blood caked collar bone and prodding around the dent above it for a pulse. it is a good thing jayce doesn't necessarily need a strong heart anymore. only a working one. ] I . . . I don't—
[ believe it? it's not . . . something horrible, or eles the curve of his trembling lips would be so high. but jayce's brows crease next with question following his emotional tears, but then— his eyes briefly unfocus only because he's trying to think, to visualize the possibilities. viktor is ingenious. he's an engineer, an inventor. what was within their reach? their knowledge in, how much time? it couldn't have been too long if his body was even viable enough to resuscitate (even though that in itself was a miracle draw). did he—
jayce's brows relax with an answer on his tongue, but that doesn't take away the utter bewilderment in the vast spectrum of colors in his eyes as much as his voice, needing confirmation. ]
—You made another—?