[The greenhouse is crowded with the stunted plants capable of growing under such conditions. Water pipes are engineered masterfully to fit efficiently in the space, winding and creating a sprinkler system above and a filtration system below for water conservation. The electric engine doesn't make much for noise, but the water system babbles within the ducts and trickles from the ceiling, a simulacrum of brooks and gentle rain fall.
Voices chatter through the radio crackle, louder than all of it. Still, the peaceful atmosphere fills the gaps between words, speaks within the thoughtful pauses of the past.
Viktor's eyes alone follow Jayce, as he crawls his way into the space to join him. It had been quite a while, both back home and in this place alike, that they laid side-by-side. The roving greenhouse feels more like a glass coffin than ever, the two laid to rest as a pair. Something in Viktor aches at that idea, with yearning melancholy and loathsome desire. Why can't he be more rational than this-? Jayce had once inspired that part in him, only to now destroy it with his mere presence.
He breathes in despite not needing to, the instinct simply there. Jayce no longer reeks of rot. Not that the insectoid Viktor minded that one bit beyond how concerning for Jayce he found it. His shoulders were tense when the man first approached, but they slack at his sides, Viktor remains flat on his back and looks directly upward, through the glass ceiling, rather than to his partner at his side,]
... nice weather we're having.
[He might be molded into a being not fully machine, nor bug, nor man... but even that won't take Viktor's dry sense of humor from him. Some parts of him even death cannot steal away.]
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Date: 2025-08-11 07:15 pm (UTC)Voices chatter through the radio crackle, louder than all of it. Still, the peaceful atmosphere fills the gaps between words, speaks within the thoughtful pauses of the past.
Viktor's eyes alone follow Jayce, as he crawls his way into the space to join him. It had been quite a while, both back home and in this place alike, that they laid side-by-side. The roving greenhouse feels more like a glass coffin than ever, the two laid to rest as a pair. Something in Viktor aches at that idea, with yearning melancholy and loathsome desire. Why can't he be more rational than this-? Jayce had once inspired that part in him, only to now destroy it with his mere presence.
He breathes in despite not needing to, the instinct simply there. Jayce no longer reeks of rot. Not that the insectoid Viktor minded that one bit beyond how concerning for Jayce he found it. His shoulders were tense when the man first approached, but they slack at his sides, Viktor remains flat on his back and looks directly upward, through the glass ceiling, rather than to his partner at his side,]
... nice weather we're having.
[He might be molded into a being not fully machine, nor bug, nor man... but even that won't take Viktor's dry sense of humor from him. Some parts of him even death cannot steal away.]