[ Though he hadn't truly expected Jayce to react with any outward disgust or fear, at best assuming that Jayce would be able to hide it for the benefit of them working things through, Viktor still can't ignore the small blossom of hope that takes seed in his heart. There's no flinching, no clenching of the jaw or swallowing against a mouth suddenly dry with fright. Jayce is there, and he's looking at Viktor, and they just... are.
Looking up at Jayce to meet his gaze with one eye, he busies himself for a moment with tucking his veil into the tattered fabric around his neck. He's still clad in Jayce's blanket, or what's left of it, and Jayce still has the runic shawl that had been gifted to Viktor upon arrival. A mirror, in some ways, and a dream in many others. ]
Good. [ He nods a little, feeling awkward standing there just looking at each other. The veil is such a tempting comfort but he resists to take the last couple of steps up to stand on the landing with Jayce. ] Then we should go.
[ jayce's gaze flutters into blinking, only now aware he's been staring perhaps a bit too long for the comfort of them both. they've got some ways to go, so— agreed. with a nod, jayce wobbles after viktor. his pacing is slow moving, the same in needing short breaks to hold his head or stave the occasional nausea from vertigo. otherwise, they'll probably make it back to the museum in under an hour.
it goes without saying: when he manages to balance the throbbing migraine and the silence, jayce has questions about magic. that would be, perhaps, the one thing keeping their trek going fluidly.
there's hope for them. he sees it— he wished he could cradle it rather than stretch for it, just out of stiff reach. day by day, then. the outlook was promising. ]
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Looking up at Jayce to meet his gaze with one eye, he busies himself for a moment with tucking his veil into the tattered fabric around his neck. He's still clad in Jayce's blanket, or what's left of it, and Jayce still has the runic shawl that had been gifted to Viktor upon arrival. A mirror, in some ways, and a dream in many others. ]
Good. [ He nods a little, feeling awkward standing there just looking at each other. The veil is such a tempting comfort but he resists to take the last couple of steps up to stand on the landing with Jayce. ] Then we should go.
and that's a wrap!
it goes without saying: when he manages to balance the throbbing migraine and the silence, jayce has questions about magic. that would be, perhaps, the one thing keeping their trek going fluidly.
there's hope for them. he sees it— he wished he could cradle it rather than stretch for it, just out of stiff reach. day by day, then. the outlook was promising. ]