[ The light playing softly over Jayce's face makes him younger again, softens the lines of pain and scars of time, paints his facial hair until Viktor remembers how Jayce had appeared in the astral plane. There's a weight to his expression, like a physical touch against Viktor's skin, a magnetic force that pulls him closer. He shifts again, lower to prop himself up with a hand splayed on the blanket near Jayce's shoulder, and for a second he imagines it: leaning down fully, pressing a kiss to those plush lips. But the Viktor in his mind's eye is human, has a warm mouth to press against and two working eyes of amber and is all soft skin to embrace. This is the dreamscape Viktor, so far from the reality of a cold, hard, metal husk that he must live with, his own cross to bear. ]
We could read it together. [ He doesn't lean in closer, but he does ease himself down backward until he's lying on the roof next to Jayce's sandwich of blankets, staring up at the sky and clutching both books to his chest. The tether tugs at him, an eager dog on a leash puling it taught and straining for release, but Viktor holds firm. He may be warming up to the idea that Jayce could see past the machine to find his partner again, but he isn't delusional to believe that anything more could come from that look, those hazel eyes. ]
[ somewhere in between the short silence, jayce too searches viktor's face, or at least half of it. he knows the want is his, he's realized it for a while now, growing thicker roots the longer they stay together. it had spooked jayce earlier, mostly because of viktor's reaction and the fear of his shutting down, of losing him again. but viktor settles in his welcome, tempting jayce to scoot closer as they keep their glances and maintain . . . hand contact, for an amount of time that by now, jayce could feel the heat pooling in his stomack and creeping up his neck. something snaps jayce out of his dreamy stupor into surprise. pleasant surprise, in fact, enough that it pries the wandering eyes that have found part of viktor's old lips, his mole— and sputters. ]
[ Viktor isn't sure what causes Jayce to sputter until he thinks about it; them reading together, shoulder to shoulder, pressing close in the cold of this world and sharing light that is probably conjured by Viktor. It's intimate to be sure, and with the additional thought of Jayce falling asleep while leaning against Viktor, his head lolling to rest on his shoulder... ]
Even if you sleep. I'll just make you read aloud the next day to cover anything you missed.
[ make him? that shoots up jayce excitement out of nowhere— ]
I'll have an excellent teacher, is what you're saying.
[ jayce would— actually like that for more than a single reason. the proximity, that's one. the fact that he's going to be drilled on reading in english. that's another thrill. the last outlook was more soothing— he would fall asleep to talking in the worst case scenario. it was better than silence. and viktor being close by— closer than usual, could ease his pre-slumber anxiety. ]
I kick sometimes. And I might snore right next to you. [ but that was just a bit of good humor— viktor might have already noticed jayce hardly sleeps well. he thrashes. he moans. he gasps and wakes up startled, desperately tries to pretend he hadn't jolted awake by keeping too still. ] Is . . . That alright?
[ That surprises some laughter from him, considering they have experience with the same teacher who was very hands-off with the both of them until it came time to lends his support which... never came. ]
That's a bit subjective, but I know you like to be challenged.
[ He wishes he could smile to Jayce, flash him a small and playful bit of teeth. What a fool he'd been to wish to cast off emotions, to live what he thought would be a peaceful life when really it was just numbing everything inside and around him. Humanity really was beautiful because of its flaws, but so much more so thanks to its blessings. ]
Jayce, you do know I cannot sleep. [ It's stated as a fact in hopes that it won't elicit any pity or equally negative emotions. There's no reason for Viktor to be concerned with the kicking or snoring outside of being indicators as to how Jayce is sleeping, if he's visited by the nightmares that clearly plague him whether or not he remembers upon waking. ] It won't bother me unless you start hurting yourself.
Well, [ the air rises from his curled lips in thick white puffs, ] can't say I didn't warn you.
[ it's all smiles and huffing through his teeth until jayce's eyes slip between them from the distraction of the sky and . . . well. from a side profile he double takes rapidly as his stare falls on their hands. still linked. his on top of viktor's. made hyperaware of how long the contact has gone for, jayce goes deathly still, barely breathes even.
part of him doesn't even want to break off. part of him is feeling the pin needle prick of awkward, too-warm belly-flips seizing him. the thought of weaving their fingers invades jayce. then, the gentle caress of his thumb across the top of viktor's golden capped tendons. both of those things— he's unsure if he could take those steps fearlessly.
jayce settles with a midway resolution: he squeezes viktor's hand instead of jolting away from it. it is a firm grip, languid and resisting the feeling of overstaying his welcome, and just as he slips away slow, indeed his thumb leaves the quietest of marks: a brush on top. and that's it. it's gone, now over his chest, and adjusting his blankets so he doesn't have to show his partner how dark his cheeks were.
his heart is pounding. in his ears. the sky should count as a good distraction as jayce fights the urge to smile a little too stupidly, ear to ear. ]
[ Looking up at the sky, entranced by the movement of the colors above them, Viktor doesn't realize they're still holding hands until Jayce gives his a squeeze. It folds him with dueling instincts: to pull away in shame, worrying that he had been the one to miss the cue to pull away and Jayce was trying to let go without damaging Viktor's ego, or to squeeze back in the hopes that it had just felt so natural to them both that they had forgotten about the connection. Should he apologize? Should he say anything at all? The answer comes in the form of going speechless at the faint brush of thumb over his knuckles, and then Jayce's hand is gone. How can he just say something so casually when Viktor's mind is racing, his chest whirring faster and at a volume he's scared will be audible. ]
Yes. [ He's looking over at Jayce while clenching and unclenching his hand at his side, resisting the urge to reach over and take back the prize he hadn't been aware of winning earlier. Realizing he'd replied without thinking, he looks back up at the sky. ] Um, very beautiful. Even knowing the scientific cause doesn't lessen the aesthetic impact.
[ that rush is just jayce— it has to be, he knows it as his own. the butterflies flipping his belly around in somersaults, too. the awkward air around them is charged, zapping away at the silence— jayce doesn't even know if he could bring himself to frown at it, leaving him pleasantly giddy than actually nervous. there had been no outright rejection, after all.
if anyone were to question jayce on what the hell he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to give two shits. so much time has gone lost between them. every night jayce fears he will wake up and viktor will be gone, perhaps not because he's . . . left, jayce hopes not, but teleporting has a strange way of happening. jayce settles on a single thought as he blankly oggles a shift in purple to pink hues under clouds. he doesn't know how to work out the kinks or how it would work at all— only: i want to be with him.
he wonders if viktor would tire of his advances. if he would even notice them. if he would take offense in them. think of them as nothing more than close associates. friends. part of jayce accepts it beforehand, part of him doesn't. that part just squirms uncomfortably. wasn't seven years enough—? ]
I . . . Wonder how far up north we are. There're auroras in the Freljord.
[ jayce lightly scoffs; small talk aside, of course it had to be somewhere northern. he bets his soul just invites it. ]
[ Viktor feels his non-existent stomach fluttering with nerves and tries hard to smother it in case Jayce feels anything through their connection. The tethers are still largely mysteries to them, and beyond being useful to find Jayce when he was getting himself into trouble, Viktor hadn't yet guessed at the purpose of them. While survival was certainly easier in groups, the community caring for the individual and vice versa, that didn't mean there was a reason for Sleep to push them into deeper bonds than what was already attainable without... magic.
Magic that feels like such a gift and a curse. Viktor is aware that his attitude towards it has changed thanks to what he'd thought had been his third death; if they had somehow teleported into this place years ago, they would be wide-eyed and eager to play with magic at every opportunity. It comes with consequences now, though, and it's more difficult to produce than just popping a gemstone into a weapon as a power source. The study of runes reminds Viktor painfully of the Hexcore that had ruined his life in his attempts to save himself, the entity that had used a vulnerable body to further its evolution.
Shaking himself from such thoughts, he turns them back to the sky above and Jayce beside him. He shivers slightly and edges closer, moving until his back is on the blanket next to Jayce, and it's only thanks to their height difference that their fingers don't brush against each other. ]
It's possible that we're not very far up at all. The celestial phenomena that predates whatever cataclysm happened here might have altered this planet and its star enough to— [ He glances over at Jayce, so close that some of his hair falls to mingle with Jayce's on the blanket beneath them. ] Well, cause an aurora. Assuming that the causes are the same, given we haven't seen the existence of a star yet.
[ huh. he hadn't thought about that. he could kiss viktor's mind. among other things. and what better way to distract himself from his leg and the nights prior than a session of much needed nerdism. ]
The planet is still rotating on its axis, [ after a moment, he points out to a cluster of smaller stars further off the aurora's belt. he's seen it before, during earlier days where he'd watch the sky for any landmarks, familiar constellations. he'd come up empty handed for any runeterra-born constellations. jayce's hand falls between them once more, his glance sideways being brief and aware of how close they are. he doesn't adjust or inch away at all. in fact— ] see those?
[ he points again, this time knocking their temples close, with purpose, to guide viktor's singular line of vision to where he's got his own. he's looking at five stars that form a cross— or a kite. ]
They're never in the same place for long. And twice now, down there— [ his arm angles east— although he doesn't know that, ] I've caught a light that presses against the edge. It just never breaches.
[ he can't tell what time it is to say if it's daylight trying to push through and never does. or some sort of other phenomenon. with his arm back down between them, elbows bump and limbs press close, woven with the fabric layers of jayce's blankets.
stargazing is a past time he's spent ignoring even since his focus shifted as an adult. he used to do it so much as a kid . . . it feels nice. feels good. nostalgic. viktor in the mix of it is like icing on a cake. ]
[ Jayce presses their temples together and Viktor goes still, worried he might hurt him by simply moving. He's hard metal and sharp edges, not something that's great for pressing up against, but he appreciates Jayce's guidance in pointing the constellation to him. Making a mental note to look for some kind of star charts when he next gets an opportunity to do so, he hums at the sound logic his partner presents. ]
It could be that the orbit and rotation align to cause long "nights" that last a span of time that, to us, feels like weeks passing. [ He thinks of the man he'd met who had lived in an alternate version of this place, according to his very confident conjecture, and Viktor makes yet another note to ask him about the day and night cycle where he comes from. ] Again, possible based on this unknown crisis that emptied this city and possibly beyond. If something happened to change the trajectory of the planet's orbit, a lack of sunlight could have led to the strange flora and fauna seen here.
[ This is easy, no matter how much the proximity gives him metaphorical goosebumps, the brush of arms and heads, the warmth he can feel coming off of Jayce from beneath his blankets. Viktor, still looking up, pulls the top layer back over Jayce's exposed arm but wiggles his hand beneath the blanket to press the back against Jayce's, unwilling to give up the touch. ]
[ oh, that— that's a two-hit k.o. jayce isn't used to being cared for in this way, or at the very least its been some time since— it not only warms jayce to his core, but the simple gesture leaves him speechless and staring. with these big, damn doe eyes, a vik caught in his throat—
and about to stay there. jayce swallows the name down, and hell it feels tight, as he pulls his gaze away and ferments in the fact that, beneath the warm protection the covers offered, viktor has purposely driven their hands back together. well, it couldn't have been an accident. it's too elaborate of one.
jayce's heart soars. his hand stays. ]
We could . . . Make a compass, [ jayce's index finger curls over viktor's. his thumb presses to the finger's first joint, burning each golden curve to memory. there's a quiet elation to jayce. a heat that keeps him warmer than the blankets. connection that runs deeperthat the surface contact, an intricate network, and a door jayce opens. ] and I could've sworn there was an astrology exhibit on the museum's map.
[ they could quite possibly gather all the info needed in regards to constellations if the information wasn't eaten away by time and alien fungal matter— maybe that way . . . they could fingure at least something out about where they are and how much time is passing. it was easy to get lost in the days when there was no indication of when it was supposed to end. ]
[ A compass? What's a compass? Viktor can't imagine how he's meant to focus on scientific endeavors with Jayce linking their fingers together that way, thumb adding gentle pressure to the elongated digit as if counting the joints. This is why Viktor had never sought out romance before, never put in the work that was clearly required to find a partner outside of the lab: it's distracting and illogical. Even his feelings for Jayce had been pushed down beneath the long list of things to prioritize over losing their partnership: Hextech, curing his disease, aiding the people of the undercity, leaving his mark on the world before he was forced to leave it.
And yet... Being with Jayce has always driven Viktor's curiosity, academia their alphabet and innovation their syntax. Though bumping the backs of their hands together sends his mind reeling, he also knows that ultimately it will settle back into place alongside Jayce's at their chalkboard, calculations and diagrams guiding him back to focus.
Maybe he could have both. It's a terrifying thought, not only because if feels more selfish than he should be allowed, but because it comes from a tiny affection doted upon him by a man well-versed in physical intimacy. Jayce would pat backs and hold hands and give hugs like it was all second nature, and so Viktor must temper his expectations before he risks everything for a small thing like entwined fingers.
Clearing his throat, he pushes all of that from his mind but doesn't move his hand away. Stay, he almost hears in the corner of his consciousness, and it's enough to encourage him to bask in the touch a while longer. ]
A compass could verify whether or not the planet's magnetic fields are intact. According to maps, there were verified cardinal directions. [ If nothing else, knowing that the neighborhood they're in was referred to as "West Side" meant that someone at some point had established universal directions. ]
Tomorrow. [ He's enjoying the light show above them and the proximity between them, and even with everything happening around them, he suddenly feels like he has time to not rush around looking for results. For the first time since his childhood, he could pursue knowledge for the sack of knowledge rather than a constant push for progress, for results, for solutions. ]
Are you warm enough to sleep up here? I can keep watch, you'll need rest after the day you had.
[ jayce's tracing evolves into a gradual, firmer hook of viktor's single index finger to begin rubbing the pad of his thumb along it, from the second joint down to tip. as expected, the warmth only blooms. it's easier on him, to conduct the choices in his mind like he would an experiment, just barely keeping him from becoming too giddy for his own good. his ass is almost not listening either, with heavy eyes trailed mostly up above them, but occasionally drawing downward— between them, sideways.
perhaps his growing silence was another sign that fatigue was catching up to him, and the enveloping warmth of something as simple as holding his partner's hand has brought a calm to him that he hasn't experienced before sleep, as of late. he was always anxious for it— because he knew what the night would be like, if he drifted.
it's comforting, and in its own way, exhilarating, to have him this close. stay, he thinks. please, stay. ]
I can . . . [ he was going to say something, but his eyes droop, his head bobs. he can't remember what they were talking about. ] Yeah.
[ the gentle rubbing goes on and off, starts up again if jayce realizes he's stopped, but he doesn't let go. and at this rate? he will sleep with a grip on viktor's hand, further wedging his fingers between even longer ones, with his pinky coiling at the very bottom. eventually it would all lax, but . . .
the message grows clear just as jayce's thoughts go hazy and his voice drags— drunk, almost, but whispered like he thought he'd only said it in his head. ]
[ Jayce's words drift, and Viktor's eye moves from watching the sky to glancing side-long at his partner. He's obviously tired—he should be, given he'd fought Jinx and had a bullet wound healed barely an hour ago—and Viktor lowers his voice so that he doesn't startle him out of his oncoming slumber. ]
I won't. [ Flexing his finger, he squeezes Jayce's gently between them. He wouldn't dream of leaving Jayce up here, alone and exposed, but more than the safety of it is the fact that he can't bear to break the contact between their hands. It's bound to happen eventually, as Jayce sleeps and tosses and turns as Viktor watches over him beneath the cosmic lightshow above them. He wonders if he should wake Jayce at the first sign of a nightmare, if it's silly and childish of them to stay out on the roof given the frigid temperatures.
But he stays. How could he do anything else? How could Jayce still be worrying about Viktor leaving when he'd messed up the one chance to make a clean break, something he won't get again not because of circumstances, but because he's seen Jayce and knows that he's not strong enough to leave him again. ]
[ i won't. for now, it is enough for jayce to agree to, to take. it's hard for jayce not to have nightmares, but if anything they are in lesser abundance in viktor's company. if jayc is ever stirred awake by his own startle, the first thing his checks on is viktor, where he is, his reality— and then going back to sleep.. but what remains constant is the hold he has on viktor. twitching, relaxing. jayce curls more and more inward to retain the warmth within the blankets as the chill of the morning frost melts into dew.
the earth warms as the northern lights brush against the solitary horizon line, fading into a new day, whether it be dark or light, and there he still is— finding his way closer. ]
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We could read it together. [ He doesn't lean in closer, but he does ease himself down backward until he's lying on the roof next to Jayce's sandwich of blankets, staring up at the sky and clutching both books to his chest. The tether tugs at him, an eager dog on a leash puling it taught and straining for release, but Viktor holds firm. He may be warming up to the idea that Jayce could see past the machine to find his partner again, but he isn't delusional to believe that anything more could come from that look, those hazel eyes. ]
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Even if I'll sleep at some point?
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Even if you sleep. I'll just make you read aloud the next day to cover anything you missed.
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I'll have an excellent teacher, is what you're saying.
[ jayce would— actually like that for more than a single reason. the proximity, that's one. the fact that he's going to be drilled on reading in english. that's another thrill. the last outlook was more soothing— he would fall asleep to talking in the worst case scenario. it was better than silence. and viktor being close by— closer than usual, could ease his pre-slumber anxiety. ]
I kick sometimes. And I might snore right next to you. [ but that was just a bit of good humor— viktor might have already noticed jayce hardly sleeps well. he thrashes. he moans. he gasps and wakes up startled, desperately tries to pretend he hadn't jolted awake by keeping too still. ] Is . . . That alright?
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That's a bit subjective, but I know you like to be challenged.
[ He wishes he could smile to Jayce, flash him a small and playful bit of teeth. What a fool he'd been to wish to cast off emotions, to live what he thought would be a peaceful life when really it was just numbing everything inside and around him. Humanity really was beautiful because of its flaws, but so much more so thanks to its blessings. ]
Jayce, you do know I cannot sleep. [ It's stated as a fact in hopes that it won't elicit any pity or equally negative emotions. There's no reason for Viktor to be concerned with the kicking or snoring outside of being indicators as to how Jayce is sleeping, if he's visited by the nightmares that clearly plague him whether or not he remembers upon waking. ] It won't bother me unless you start hurting yourself.
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[ it's all smiles and huffing through his teeth until jayce's eyes slip between them from the distraction of the sky and . . . well. from a side profile he double takes rapidly as his stare falls on their hands. still linked. his on top of viktor's. made hyperaware of how long the contact has gone for, jayce goes deathly still, barely breathes even.
part of him doesn't even want to break off. part of him is feeling the pin needle prick of awkward, too-warm belly-flips seizing him. the thought of weaving their fingers invades jayce. then, the gentle caress of his thumb across the top of viktor's golden capped tendons. both of those things— he's unsure if he could take those steps fearlessly.
jayce settles with a midway resolution: he squeezes viktor's hand instead of jolting away from it. it is a firm grip, languid and resisting the feeling of overstaying his welcome, and just as he slips away slow, indeed his thumb leaves the quietest of marks: a brush on top. and that's it. it's gone, now over his chest, and adjusting his blankets so he doesn't have to show his partner how dark his cheeks were.
his heart is pounding. in his ears. the sky should count as a good distraction as jayce fights the urge to smile a little too stupidly, ear to ear. ]
—Beautiful, isn't it?
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Yes. [ He's looking over at Jayce while clenching and unclenching his hand at his side, resisting the urge to reach over and take back the prize he hadn't been aware of winning earlier. Realizing he'd replied without thinking, he looks back up at the sky. ] Um, very beautiful. Even knowing the scientific cause doesn't lessen the aesthetic impact.
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if anyone were to question jayce on what the hell he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to give two shits. so much time has gone lost between them. every night jayce fears he will wake up and viktor will be gone, perhaps not because he's . . . left, jayce hopes not, but teleporting has a strange way of happening. jayce settles on a single thought
as he blankly oggles a shift in purple to pink hues under clouds. he doesn't know how to work out the kinks or how it would work at all— only: i want to be with him.
he wonders if viktor would tire of his advances. if he would even notice them. if he would take offense in them. think of them as nothing more than close associates. friends. part of jayce accepts it beforehand, part of him doesn't. that part just squirms uncomfortably. wasn't seven years enough—? ]
I . . . Wonder how far up north we are. There're auroras in the Freljord.
[ jayce lightly scoffs; small talk aside, of course it had to be somewhere northern. he bets his soul just invites it. ]
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Magic that feels like such a gift and a curse. Viktor is aware that his attitude towards it has changed thanks to what he'd thought had been his third death; if they had somehow teleported into this place years ago, they would be wide-eyed and eager to play with magic at every opportunity. It comes with consequences now, though, and it's more difficult to produce than just popping a gemstone into a weapon as a power source. The study of runes reminds Viktor painfully of the Hexcore that had ruined his life in his attempts to save himself, the entity that had used a vulnerable body to further its evolution.
Shaking himself from such thoughts, he turns them back to the sky above and Jayce beside him. He shivers slightly and edges closer, moving until his back is on the blanket next to Jayce, and it's only thanks to their height difference that their fingers don't brush against each other. ]
It's possible that we're not very far up at all. The celestial phenomena that predates whatever cataclysm happened here might have altered this planet and its star enough to— [ He glances over at Jayce, so close that some of his hair falls to mingle with Jayce's on the blanket beneath them. ] Well, cause an aurora. Assuming that the causes are the same, given we haven't seen the existence of a star yet.
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The planet is still rotating on its axis, [ after a moment, he points out to a cluster of smaller stars further off the aurora's belt. he's seen it before, during earlier days where he'd watch the sky for any landmarks, familiar constellations. he'd come up empty handed for any runeterra-born constellations. jayce's hand falls between them once more, his glance sideways being brief and aware of how close they are. he doesn't adjust or inch away at all. in fact— ] see those?
[ he points again, this time knocking their temples close, with purpose, to guide viktor's singular line of vision to where he's got his own. he's looking at five stars that form a cross— or a kite. ]
They're never in the same place for long. And twice now, down there— [ his arm angles east— although he doesn't know that, ] I've caught a light that presses against the edge. It just never breaches.
[ he can't tell what time it is to say if it's daylight trying to push through and never does. or some sort of other phenomenon. with his arm back down between them, elbows bump and limbs press close, woven with the fabric layers of jayce's blankets.
stargazing is a past time he's spent ignoring even since his focus shifted as an adult. he used to do it so much as a kid . . . it feels nice. feels good. nostalgic. viktor in the mix of it is like icing on a cake. ]
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It could be that the orbit and rotation align to cause long "nights" that last a span of time that, to us, feels like weeks passing. [ He thinks of the man he'd met who had lived in an alternate version of this place, according to his very confident conjecture, and Viktor makes yet another note to ask him about the day and night cycle where he comes from. ] Again, possible based on this unknown crisis that emptied this city and possibly beyond. If something happened to change the trajectory of the planet's orbit, a lack of sunlight could have led to the strange flora and fauna seen here.
[ This is easy, no matter how much the proximity gives him metaphorical goosebumps, the brush of arms and heads, the warmth he can feel coming off of Jayce from beneath his blankets. Viktor, still looking up, pulls the top layer back over Jayce's exposed arm but wiggles his hand beneath the blanket to press the back against Jayce's, unwilling to give up the touch. ]
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and about to stay there. jayce swallows the name down, and hell it feels tight, as he pulls his gaze away and ferments in the fact that, beneath the warm protection the covers offered, viktor has purposely driven their hands back together. well, it couldn't have been an accident. it's too elaborate of one.
jayce's heart soars. his hand stays. ]
We could . . . Make a compass, [ jayce's index finger curls over viktor's. his thumb presses to the finger's first joint, burning each golden curve to memory. there's a quiet elation to jayce. a heat that keeps him warmer than the blankets. connection that runs deeperthat the surface contact, an intricate network, and a door jayce opens. ] and I could've sworn there was an astrology exhibit on the museum's map.
[ they could quite possibly gather all the info needed in regards to constellations if the information wasn't eaten away by time and alien fungal matter— maybe that way . . . they could fingure at least something out about where they are and how much time is passing. it was easy to get lost in the days when there was no indication of when it was supposed to end. ]
We can— [ jayce shrugs, ] Check it out later?
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And yet... Being with Jayce has always driven Viktor's curiosity, academia their alphabet and innovation their syntax. Though bumping the backs of their hands together sends his mind reeling, he also knows that ultimately it will settle back into place alongside Jayce's at their chalkboard, calculations and diagrams guiding him back to focus.
Maybe he could have both. It's a terrifying thought, not only because if feels more selfish than he should be allowed, but because it comes from a tiny affection doted upon him by a man well-versed in physical intimacy. Jayce would pat backs and hold hands and give hugs like it was all second nature, and so Viktor must temper his expectations before he risks everything for a small thing like entwined fingers.
Clearing his throat, he pushes all of that from his mind but doesn't move his hand away. Stay, he almost hears in the corner of his consciousness, and it's enough to encourage him to bask in the touch a while longer. ]
A compass could verify whether or not the planet's magnetic fields are intact. According to maps, there were verified cardinal directions. [ If nothing else, knowing that the neighborhood they're in was referred to as "West Side" meant that someone at some point had established universal directions. ]
Tomorrow. [ He's enjoying the light show above them and the proximity between them, and even with everything happening around them, he suddenly feels like he has time to not rush around looking for results. For the first time since his childhood, he could pursue knowledge for the sack of knowledge rather than a constant push for progress, for results, for solutions. ]
Are you warm enough to sleep up here? I can keep watch, you'll need rest after the day you had.
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perhaps his growing silence was another sign that fatigue was catching up to him, and the enveloping warmth of something as simple as holding his partner's hand has brought a calm to him that he hasn't experienced before sleep, as of late. he was always anxious for it— because he knew what the night would be like, if he drifted.
it's comforting, and in its own way, exhilarating, to have him this close. stay, he thinks. please, stay. ]
I can . . . [ he was going to say something, but his eyes droop, his head bobs. he can't remember what they were talking about. ] Yeah.
[ the gentle rubbing goes on and off, starts up again if jayce realizes he's stopped, but he doesn't let go. and at this rate? he will sleep with a grip on viktor's hand, further wedging his fingers between even longer ones, with his pinky coiling at the very bottom. eventually it would all lax, but . . .
the message grows clear just as jayce's thoughts go hazy and his voice drags— drunk, almost, but whispered like he thought he'd only said it in his head. ]
Just don't leave.
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I won't. [ Flexing his finger, he squeezes Jayce's gently between them. He wouldn't dream of leaving Jayce up here, alone and exposed, but more than the safety of it is the fact that he can't bear to break the contact between their hands. It's bound to happen eventually, as Jayce sleeps and tosses and turns as Viktor watches over him beneath the cosmic lightshow above them. He wonders if he should wake Jayce at the first sign of a nightmare, if it's silly and childish of them to stay out on the roof given the frigid temperatures.
But he stays. How could he do anything else? How could Jayce still be worrying about Viktor leaving when he'd messed up the one chance to make a clean break, something he won't get again not because of circumstances, but because he's seen Jayce and knows that he's not strong enough to leave him again. ]
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the earth warms as the northern lights brush against the solitary horizon line, fading into a new day, whether it be dark or light, and there he still is— finding his way closer. ]