[ he knows this but he'd still wished he could've been a little less galaxy bodied to be at the very least concincing. or mellow viktor's ice cold logic into acceptance. not that . . . it mattered much anymore, right at this second. jayce's frustration has compacted into mushy pile of a hopeless sight that glances upward. all it took was his name, said that way, in that drawl, in a pause he's misses so much that—
how can he stay upset? one look at his and he's warm as tea.
that all gets jayce to go still, absolutely quiet. there were quite a few things viktor didn't know about jayce, even with their minds opened wide and touching the ends of their souls together before the big bang— one thing in particular crawls its way to the forefront of it all, and jayce is found watching his fingers dig into his palms. ]
I never told you about the kid from the Shimmer factory.
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how can he stay upset? one look at his and he's warm as tea.
that all gets jayce to go still, absolutely quiet. there were quite a few things viktor didn't know about jayce, even with their minds opened wide and touching the ends of their souls together before the big bang— one thing in particular crawls its way to the forefront of it all, and jayce is found watching his fingers dig into his palms. ]
I never told you about the kid from the Shimmer factory.