[ The sudden closeness that seems to have snuck up on both of them is startling, not just because he hadn't noticed moving closer but because there's still so much hanging unsaid between them. They had fought, he'd choked Jayce, nearly assimilated him and erased everything that made him so perfect. There had been words and touches, but he still can't help doubt that Jayce won't run away the second he's given the chance; Viktor would, if he were in the other's position. It had made sense for Jayce to say what he did to talk Viktor off the proverbial ledge just like he had the real one, and even though he believes that Jayce Talis is a good person, he also believes that no one would say such things to Viktor if it weren't for a greater, logical purpose. Jayce had had everything before the anomaly took him, and he could have gone back to all of that once Viktor was... dealt with; why, then, would he turn his back on it if not because it was the only way to make sure everything was set right?
Fingers clench beneath the surface of the water, and when he withdraws his hand, he watches the droplets run down the back and between his knuckles to fall once again into the fountain.
The touch on his shoulder is met with a flinch at first and then an instinctual melt into the familiar weight of Jayce's hand. It doesn't feel like skin touching skin, more like the dream of physical connection, far from the reassurance that he'd subconsciously hoped for that Jayce was, in fact, real. Maybe he was here just to remind Viktor of his transgressions, a phantom to keep him in check so that history wouldn't repeat itself wherever it is that he's ended up. ]
No, I don't think so. [ He hesitates to continue, but if he's just talking to himself, Jayce will already had suspected what he's about to say. ] There is something I can't describe, not the arcane but... similar.
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Fingers clench beneath the surface of the water, and when he withdraws his hand, he watches the droplets run down the back and between his knuckles to fall once again into the fountain.
The touch on his shoulder is met with a flinch at first and then an instinctual melt into the familiar weight of Jayce's hand. It doesn't feel like skin touching skin, more like the dream of physical connection, far from the reassurance that he'd subconsciously hoped for that Jayce was, in fact, real. Maybe he was here just to remind Viktor of his transgressions, a phantom to keep him in check so that history wouldn't repeat itself wherever it is that he's ended up. ]
No, I don't think so. [ He hesitates to continue, but if he's just talking to himself, Jayce will already had suspected what he's about to say. ] There is something I can't describe, not the arcane but... similar.