your eyes are broken bottles [viktor + jayce]

[hexsteel]

for hexcurse

and i'm afraid to ask

[ continued from here ]

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[hexcurse]

[ It kills him to be the cause of Viktor's expression turning like that. For him to put this weight on his shoulders. It's necessary, he tells himself, even as it twists him up - and he has to resist the kneejerk urge to offer some kind of physical comfort, at least -

The slap of the journal slamming closed startles him - he shifts like he means to stop Viktor from pulling it away, managing to stop at the last second, as though it only made him flinch. He watches Viktor's gaze land on his wrist, and resists too the instinct to turn it over, hide the scarring around the shard as though Viktor hadn't already inspected it the night before.

His eyes flick from Viktor's averted gaze, to the journal again - and he carefully places his hand over the worn cover. ]

Two worlds, and this. [ That's not negotiable.

(it is the root cause of everything, really)

He tries to draw Viktor's eyes to meet his own, reaching with his other hand to touch his shoulder, tentatively. ]

Thank you, for believing me.

[ For trusting him. ]

[hexsteel]

[ Faced with the prospect of saving two worlds, the failing body of one man does not seem important. And yet, to Jayce, it is. Something between jealousy and flattery burns in Viktor's gut -- jealousy for that other Viktor who had been the recipient of so much care, and flattery that he is now the recipient.

Ever the pessimist in matters concerning himself, Viktor immediately reminds himself that it will not last. Jayce will return to his own world once they have completed their work.

Jayce thanks him for believing him, and Viktor lifts one shoulder in a shrug, like it was never in question. ]

It is a bizarre tale, but there is something eminently trustworthy about you.

[ The touch to his shoulder makes his expression soften a touch, sharp golden gaze raking over Jayce's face like he's just now seeing him for the first time. Jayce will eventually leave, but for now, for the first time, Viktor has a fellow genius willing to work with him, and he will jealously hoard all the time he can get. ]

But first, I suppose I should find you some clothes. There is a shop down the road that owes me a few items after I installed an elaborate security system for them, so they can part with a few outfits for you. Will you be alright on your own, if I leave for a bit?

[hexcurse]

[ Viktor accepts his light touch, and that warmth returns to his expression again - the one that seems to momentarily lift some of the weight from his features, a fondness and deep familiarity that maybe he acknowledges shouldn't be earned, but radiates from Jayce undeniably.

(it is dangerously close to - and might just be - love)

The mention of getting him clothing seems to snap him back to attention, and awareness that he's been letting the blanket slip from his shoulders again. He releases Viktor's shoulder to cover himself up again, nodding and running a hand through his hair, eyeing all the items on the counter. ]

Yeah - I can try not to start any fires. Or, you know, clean up.

[ Clean up the sparse amount of dishes they used. The truth is - with food in his stomach and his poor sleep, he almost feels like he could pass out again. But he'll find something to occupy his time when Viktor goes, probably go through his notebook more thoroughly. ]