[ he can share this sort of comradery. jayce reaches over to give the celestial's shoulder curve a squeeze, pat, before falling off to his own lap. jayce's hand is freezing. the little blood that pools in him isn't warm with a heartbeat that's barely there to generate the heat. ]
Maybe that's all you need of her.
[ of her, at least. jayce at least knows that it's what he would've liked, deep down. everyone makes mistakes— he'd like to think that not everything between them had just been a cover up. ]
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Maybe that's all you need of her.
[ of her, at least. jayce at least knows that it's what he would've liked, deep down. everyone makes mistakes— he'd like to think that not everything between them had just been a cover up. ]