the sickness is familiar. it is more of a home than four walls could ever be. my sickness is a bitter relief; if i am sick, then i am real. the dead cannot be ill.
he can feel her touch but his senses are unable to sense her warmth. his own features mirror her concerned ones, lower lip trembling until he presses them tightly together. slowly, he takes her hand in his and begins walking.
"yes, that is a good idea. a good day starts with
she had called his name twice.
concern marks the viridescent shades of her gaze, a lithe hand glinting gold reaching out to touch his shoulder. the robe she had thrown haphazardly over her nightgown comes loose at the stays.
“why don't you come in for breakfast, then.ᐣ”
— since when was @SVNKllSSED standing in front of him? one blink ago and she had still been asleep. now the house they've built for themselves (or jayce had built at least) is filled with light.
"i — seem to have forgotten what i was doing."
@judasrots he twitches, a little unused still to the closeness but ever so greedy for what he's offered anyways. offering little scratches in between a massage.
"you were handsome before." little tap to his temple. "and you are even more handsome now, i suppose." softly teasing.
@judasrots "your hair is growing longer." with no rush, no plans for the rest of the night, viktor can easily take his time to appreciate the sight.
"it's pretty."
the planet must still be beautiful, even a hundred thousand miles away, with the way jayce waits. a little hum as viktor moves off the bed, his worse leg first and then the better.
"we may have to wait for a bit but she has a magic touch when it comes to pastries."
"Oh another planet entirely probably," Jayce replied. He listened to his suggestion after a moment and nodded.
"That sounds delicious. I would love to try it." Fresh jams? Who wouldn't? He was reluctant to get himself out from under the covers.
it was too late for me — by the time they realized what it was.
[they were born 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 and the pain had taken a second seat over time. but he had been too tired, too overworked, too hungry for achievements to realize what it was.]
it may not be too late for you.
( Viktor listened to him closely, a small frown on his face. The way his managed to stretch out and move didn't necessarily make him jealous, but envious. Envious of what could be possible if it didn't mean self experimentation.)
Mm... It feels like a thought I would >>
@THMM3R "it was not meant to ask for compliments — " he bit at the inside of his cheek, if only so the smile could stop growing and leave him too obvious.
it was nice. and he won't say no for how long it lasts.
"i should give you more gifts, i think."
» @THMM3R
[he tucks the little tulip, small and bright white, right behind jayce's ear.]
a little girl said this would make a fine gift. perhaps, she is correct.
"that must be why you sometimes look as if you are a hundred miles away." even before his beloved blackboard or work.
another glance out the window and he comes to decision. "there is a bakery that makes sweetbread and fresh jam weekly. do you want try it?"
Jayce gave a soft groan at the taps and opened his eyes to look at Viktor. He smiled and took his wrist in his hand.
"Mm. The answer is... I did not sleep," he teased as he finally sat up. He let go of Viktor to run a hand through his own messy hair and yawn again. >>
myself. [a little hum.] and at the time, no one was there to stop me or say it was a terrible idea.
the easiest way to experiment is to experiment on yourself, no?
soon, it will become even harder to stand, much less walk. the mornings will feel painful and the evenings like an ache that never goes away.
[he pulls his own legs up, folding one and stretching the other out on the bed as if to show the ease of it.]
i wanted to fix it by
( It was always something that felt like it could cure the world that ended up falling flat. Viktor had always been ambitious. He paused at his next question and worked his jaw as he set his hand along his hip.)
It... Has started to, yes. A slow dull ache. >>