[ it looks like a pain, for the record. feels that way, too— but scratching his back was more complicated a task, with the wide spread of cracked scabbing a little too raw to dig his nails into. it was sore . . . especially after sticking to any wet spots in his clothes, remedied now with a change and a quick touch up on bandaging. he could ask viktor for help, later.
only because jayce too, wishes to see the lights and talk the night's troubles away rather than giving them both more to stress over. he needs a god damn break. it might just be jayce's own overthinking, too (or a hunch?) that has his fishing for disarming words that could ease this odd discomfort between them. maybe it wasn't even discomfort, just . . . an awkwardness jayce didn't want them to feed.
humor always did a good job at deflecting. everything about jayce's movement now announces him. the thunk of the staff, the click of the brace. he gestures to himself as he approaches from viktor's side, shrinking his arms under the cover of the blankets warming his shoulders. ]
I think I'm ready to tell the academy about the good old days.
[ there's nothing wrong with viktor's choice, and he's well aware of scarcity— perhaps he is just simply aware of his own appearance and attempting to accept it sooner rather than later: he does look ten years older. fifteen? the streaks in his hair does not help his case. ]
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only because jayce too, wishes to see the lights and talk the night's troubles away rather than giving them both more to stress over. he needs a god damn break. it might just be jayce's own overthinking, too (or a hunch?) that has his fishing for disarming words that could ease this odd discomfort between them. maybe it wasn't even discomfort, just . . . an awkwardness jayce didn't want them to feed.
humor always did a good job at deflecting. everything about jayce's movement now announces him. the thunk of the staff, the click of the brace. he gestures to himself as he approaches from viktor's side, shrinking his arms under the cover of the blankets warming his shoulders. ]
I think I'm ready to tell the academy about the good old days.
[ there's nothing wrong with viktor's choice, and he's well aware of scarcity— perhaps he is just simply aware of his own appearance and attempting to accept it sooner rather than later: he does look ten years older. fifteen? the streaks in his hair does not help his case. ]