[ oh, viktor. fuck you, too. twice over. thrice over. that pains jayce in a way that an almost surprised huff swiftly hushes past the spaces of his teeth. he doesn't think to speak his heart back, his hands folding awkwardly over his chest where his heart beats to remind him, of the bittersweet past that now weaves both nostalgic yearning and bitter harm that is slipping from jayce's death grip with each blaring trickle of water working through the pipes.
he couldn't let him go, he couldn't even bring himself to stay away, and now the warmth from jayce's body that felt like a radiating furnace against the cool earth embracing his back reaches out through his stiffness, a silent invitation he wants to take back in his hands and rip to shreds. hopefully, the air doesn't get heavy. it's too bad that it was already loaded with aura, tension and humiliating need. jayce can smell so much more than the plants. ]
Yeah. [ the cervid ear between them flips in viktor's direction, his voice curling dry, but also . . . wrapped in something else. ] You were always good at picking the scenery.
[ the compliment, if you could call it that, sat just like a bruise: soft along the edges yet exposed and tender, painful in the way jayce ears fold back quickly and the tail between his legs tucks in. he tries to shift his legs, one into a bend to hide the fact, hide his involuntary body language that speaks faster just as much as louder. a shadow of humor lays there, but the way his eyes slide to viktor’s profile ruins the joke.
the words hang, warm and wounded all at once, and he hates how much he means them. ]
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Date: 2025-08-13 11:33 am (UTC)he couldn't let him go, he couldn't even bring himself to stay away, and now the warmth from jayce's body that felt like a radiating furnace against the cool earth embracing his back reaches out through his stiffness, a silent invitation he wants to take back in his hands and rip to shreds. hopefully, the air doesn't get heavy. it's too bad that it was already loaded with aura, tension and humiliating need. jayce can smell so much more than the plants. ]
Yeah. [ the cervid ear between them flips in viktor's direction, his voice curling dry, but also . . . wrapped in something else. ] You were always good at picking the scenery.
[ the compliment, if you could call it that, sat just like a bruise: soft along the edges yet exposed and tender, painful in the way jayce ears fold back quickly and the tail between his legs tucks in. he tries to shift his legs, one into a bend to hide the fact, hide his involuntary body language that speaks faster just as much as louder. a shadow of humor lays there, but the way his eyes slide to viktor’s profile ruins the joke.
the words hang, warm and wounded all at once, and he hates how much he means them. ]