Jayce. [ Viktor's rebuttal comes paired with a small, amused smile. ] You could not have gotten me to talk last night even if you had tried.
[ Because Viktor has always been a man with a one-track mind, no matter what he turned that mind to. Work, usually. His commune, now. Last night, it had been getting his hands on Jayce as quickly as possible. He finds himself drawn back into those sweet memories, a tempting distraction from everything else that has unfolded before him. Viktor sweeps his hands down Jayce's sides, settling on his hips, one thumb idly stroking the crest of bone. ]
You will, unfortunately, have to get dressed before we begin fixing this. You are a terrible distraction, on display like this.
[ His returning emotions feel so horribly unstable, flipping wildly between guilt and want and horror and desire. He wants to march outside and shove everybody's souls back in their bodies. He wants to push Jayce back onto the bed and ride him until he can't think anymore. He wants to exile himself to some far off land where he can never hurt anybody ever again.
Viktor bites back a sigh, and separates himself from Jayce, stooping to pick up his robe.
He has to fix these people first. To do anything else would be unconscionable. ]
If these are not their final forms, then let us hope I can fix what I did. What will become of this place after that, I do not know. I can hardly imagine they will want to stay.
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[ Because Viktor has always been a man with a one-track mind, no matter what he turned that mind to. Work, usually. His commune, now. Last night, it had been getting his hands on Jayce as quickly as possible. He finds himself drawn back into those sweet memories, a tempting distraction from everything else that has unfolded before him. Viktor sweeps his hands down Jayce's sides, settling on his hips, one thumb idly stroking the crest of bone. ]
You will, unfortunately, have to get dressed before we begin fixing this. You are a terrible distraction, on display like this.
[ His returning emotions feel so horribly unstable, flipping wildly between guilt and want and horror and desire. He wants to march outside and shove everybody's souls back in their bodies. He wants to push Jayce back onto the bed and ride him until he can't think anymore. He wants to exile himself to some far off land where he can never hurt anybody ever again.
Viktor bites back a sigh, and separates himself from Jayce, stooping to pick up his robe.
He has to fix these people first. To do anything else would be unconscionable. ]
If these are not their final forms, then let us hope I can fix what I did. What will become of this place after that, I do not know. I can hardly imagine they will want to stay.