[ jayce had been holding his breath, and now his chest finally deflates with the fleeting exhale past his lips once he feels viktor's shoulder align with the mold of his palm. it's a sort of relief he feels that goes without saying— he's lucky to have it. lucky to have anything, right now. he thinks . . . they could talk. they could when they feel like they could. when he's properly eased into the reality of their very sudden rapture to this dreamlike consciousness.
when the avoidance starts bothering jayce more than the inevitable conversation, that's when he'll start hammering the problem out, whether viktor would be ready for it by then or not. but they've got a bit of time, until then. jayce's hand squeezes and lingers, feeling complete in doing so and feeling the swirling nebulae colors feel hot, like a nova beginning to burn from the welcomed contact. ]
Having to do with . . . Wherever here is, [ he gestures with a quick gaze around them, having— the damn silly thought to swing a leg over viktor's to further their entaglement, but that is an escalation he doesn't want to test. it's hard as is, to think about a place this could be. ] I feel it, too. Like some sort of connection.
[ he'll compile a quiet list at the back of his mind in the meantime, sliding his hand down to the middle of viktor's back. once that's settled in one spot, his finger begins to tap and go through the possibilities by rank and "spiritual" connection. ]
Iona?
[ there's another one but please don't make him say it. he's avoiding it. because there is one person that comes to mind and for some reason jayce just seethes at surface level ("some" reason more like he wanted to throw all of viktor's chances at life away even if he has a point but that is not something jayce will just admit nor accept—). ]
no subject
when the avoidance starts bothering jayce more than the inevitable conversation, that's when he'll start hammering the problem out, whether viktor would be ready for it by then or not. but they've got a bit of time, until then. jayce's hand squeezes and lingers, feeling complete in doing so and feeling the swirling nebulae colors feel hot, like a nova beginning to burn from the welcomed contact. ]
Having to do with . . . Wherever here is, [ he gestures with a quick gaze around them, having— the damn silly thought to swing a leg over viktor's to further their entaglement, but that is an escalation he doesn't want to test. it's hard as is, to think about a place this could be. ] I feel it, too. Like some sort of connection.
[ he'll compile a quiet list at the back of his mind in the meantime, sliding his hand down to the middle of viktor's back. once that's settled in one spot, his finger begins to tap and go through the possibilities by rank and "spiritual" connection. ]
Iona?
[ there's another one but please don't make him say it. he's avoiding it. because there is one person that comes to mind and for some reason jayce just seethes at surface level ("some" reason more like he wanted to throw all of viktor's chances at life away even if he has a point but that is not something jayce will just admit nor accept—). ]