[ a mess, he says— jayce barks a wet laugh, curt and rolling his head to the herald's chesg to rest his temple against theheat of his metal collar. ]
If you're a mess, I'm a disaster.
[ they could clean him up. no showers, but a sponge could work. jayce could talk to arcade about the fluid build up later, maybe get that out so talking isn't so . . . hacked up and bubbly. after wrapping up his chest so he doesn't have to look at it, or risk the danger of doing so. not that it was dangerous, but jayce does not want to look at that.
he needed rest. jayce needed to sleep for hours. viktor might just have to get used to his lack of breathing when he actually falls asleep— perhaps what matters most is how his gifted heart keeps beating regardless, soft and unhurried: the single thing that separates jayce from being an actual dead corpse curled on the mattress. ]
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If you're a mess, I'm a disaster.
[ they could clean him up. no showers, but a sponge could work. jayce could talk to arcade about the fluid build up later, maybe get that out so talking isn't so . . . hacked up and bubbly. after wrapping up his chest so he doesn't have to look at it, or risk the danger of doing so. not that it was dangerous, but jayce does not want to look at that.
he needed rest. jayce needed to sleep for hours. viktor might just have to get used to his lack of breathing when he actually falls asleep— perhaps what matters most is how his gifted heart keeps beating regardless, soft and unhurried: the single thing that separates jayce from being an actual dead corpse curled on the mattress. ]