[ low but beating. his pulse was weak, shallow, but that is a natural occurrence for the kind he's become and they barely know a thing about. viktor's heart has adapted to jayce's chest like it was always meant to be nestled in there, so close that his ribs would hug him. he needs the bare minimum and a madman to try. and now he's here, with both he wouldn't be caught . . . dead? taking them for granted. he'd guard his heart as the most precious thing he'd ever been given, because it was. he'd blast anything apart that's so much as threaten viktor. his heart. his literal, figurative heart.
jayce sets a grimy hand over viktor's when he catches him taking smack about the most gracious thing he's given him.
It doesn't need to be perfect when it was always enough, Viktor.
[ in more ways than just keeping jayce physically alive. the depth of having his partner's heart in his chest, thumping slowly and keeping him . . . alive, giving him his blood— he doesn't know where to begin with repaying this. he does, actually. it starts with living. ]
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jayce sets a grimy hand over viktor's when he catches him taking smack about the most gracious thing he's given him.
It doesn't need to be perfect when it was always enough, Viktor.
[ in more ways than just keeping jayce physically alive. the depth of having his partner's heart in his chest, thumping slowly and keeping him . . . alive, giving him his blood— he doesn't know where to begin with repaying this. he does, actually. it starts with living. ]
Should I try to move?