[ It is more a reminder of Viktor to Jayce, every single waking minute that drives him into an obsessing madness. His heart was Viktor's heart, pattering against his ribs and the most palpable against the spot where he lacked a sternum. it would take him back to that day his former pump was ripped from his chest. To the few days ago, when he'd rather die than give up on something . . . so hopeless. It wouldn't be the first time, that'd be certain. The thought cuts deep, feels cruel. ]
Yeah. I'm still here listening, for one.
[ And— Craving, to the point that he curls his fingers into fists and stiffles some sort of grunt. His damn tail flicks, and the most he could do is ignore it. Alas (or not?), he's not exactly known for giving up on questionable endeavors. But plenty of things feel cruel to him, as of late. But Viktor is not pushing him away. Jayce leans into it, trailing his eyes lower to the cups of Viktor's nimble hands. The air between them is not the same and Jayce fears it never would be again. Still— Jayce nods wordlessly, shifting his body sideways to adjust where his antlers catch, in dirt and a stray, leafy vine. To face Viktor meant that his broken antler was too short to scrape the bedding. It meant that he could challenge eye contact, even though his voice and gaze are nowhere near as severe as they could be. ]
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Date: 2025-08-18 12:00 am (UTC)Yeah. I'm still here listening, for one.
[ And— Craving, to the point that he curls his fingers into fists and stiffles some sort of grunt. His damn tail flicks, and the most he could do is ignore it. Alas (or not?), he's not exactly known for giving up on questionable endeavors. But plenty of things feel cruel to him, as of late. But Viktor is not pushing him away. Jayce leans into it, trailing his eyes lower to the cups of Viktor's nimble hands. The air between them is not the same and Jayce fears it never would be again. Still— Jayce nods wordlessly, shifting his body sideways to adjust where his antlers catch, in dirt and a stray, leafy vine. To face Viktor meant that his broken antler was too short to scrape the bedding. It meant that he could challenge eye contact, even though his voice and gaze are nowhere near as severe as they could be. ]
Why wouldn't you trust that I'd listen to you?