[ oh— he's getting lifted. and, oh. there go his legs. viktor is strong. that's— incredible, but also? there's been an Awakening. jayce may be undead but he's not dead dead. messy and bloody, he's being carried by his eight foot tall partner in science and soul. all he could think is "wow" as his dormant stomach still does these tingly flips. the only thing he's failing to feel is warm and flushed at the cheeks, but that isn't a deal breaker. for him.
before he could think of what to say, he's already blurting it. ]
I could get used to the view. [ here was jayce talis: chest literally bare, ribs practically splayed, the anomaly disfiguring him to a frightful point, and he's . . . smiling at viktor with a telling, lopsided little grin. his gold and prismatic eyes are unabashedly gooey and not looking away from viktor's face. ] It's a nice one.
[ it takes death to realize you only live once and they cheated it. he's living twice. of course he's flirting.
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before he could think of what to say, he's already blurting it. ]
I could get used to the view. [ here was jayce talis: chest literally bare, ribs practically splayed, the anomaly disfiguring him to a frightful point, and he's . . . smiling at viktor with a telling, lopsided little grin. his gold and prismatic eyes are unabashedly gooey and not looking away from viktor's face. ] It's a nice one.
[ it takes death to realize you only live once and they cheated it. he's living twice. of course he's flirting.
being handled is quite . . . enthralling. ]