protector. betrayer.

[hexwrought-a]

Officially archived! Moved to @hexfcrged!

[hexhomos]

PhD in just fucking shit up

[hexclaimed-a]

@hexwrought

         ᴛʜɪꜱ   ᴡᴀꜱ   ᴛʜᴇ   ɢᴀᴍᴇ   ᴛʜᴇʏ   ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ   ᴛᴏ   ᴘʟᴀʏ   ,   ᴛʜɪꜱ   ʙᴀᴄᴋ   ᴀɴᴅ   ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ       —       though   it   seems   that   the   creator   was   faltering   from   his   own   gameplay   when   it   comes   to   the   dance.   he   was   oft   times    meticulous    in   his   endeavors   ,   every   action   with   a   reason   behind   it   ,   every   situation   planned   out   to   the   very   breath   he   takes   in.   and   yet   ,   how    tainted    he   feels   when   it   comes   to   what   is   laid   out   before   him.   those   humanly   thrums   of   sensations   that   coursed   through   his   veins   when   confronted   with    Jayce.   he   had   done   so   very   well   to   fixing   those   issues   within   himself   for   such   sneaking   things   to   arise   when   everything   is   placed    right    before   him   ,   trapped   like   an   animal.    he   could   finish   everything   ,   so   why   wasn't   he?

         ‘   i   could   never   hate   you.   ’    it   draws   a   roll   of   the   eyes   ,   a   tsk   to   elate   upon   his   tongue.   of   all   things   that   should   surge   through   the   other   ,   shouldnt   it   be    hate    that   he   feels   for   the   man   who   has   been   consistent   in   his   take   over?   who   has   needlessly   hurt   ,   caged   ,    attacked    the   other   for.   .   .   for   what?   what   more   could   he   actually    do    to   bring   it   forth?   in   part   ,   he   questions   why   he   is   so   adamant   on    Jayce    hating   him   ,   for   it   wasn't   only   because   that   is   what   is    suppose    to   be   felt.   if   the   other   ,   his   once   partner   and   friend   ,   could   hate   him   ,   then    Viktor    could   stop   sulking   and   faltering   every   time   an   opportunity   is   presented   to   him.

         and   it   is   evident   it   was   what   he    needed    to   rid   those   emotions   out   of   himself   ,   for   when   the   other   continues   speaking   ,   he   visibly   seems   to    flinch    as   if   the   words   hurt   him.   instead   of   his   normal    quip    ,    Viktor    just   shakes   his   head   ,   turning   upon   his   heel   ,   his   chest   feeling   something    fierce.    there   is   little   to   no   time   to   focus   upon   it   ,   however   ,   as   clattering   sound   comes   forth   and   pulls   his   attention   back   towards    Jayce    ,   surprise   painting   upon   eyes   before   his   body   is   rocked   onto   the   ground. 

         the   sudden   tilt   in   positions   leaves   him   a   bit   susceptible   to   the   change   in   dynamic   presented   ,   pinned   beneath   the   other   man   ,   the   chorus   of   grunts   and   heavy   breathing   mingle   into   the   air   as    Viktor    is   grappling   to   his   best   ability   from   under    Jayce.    fingers   hook   and   claw   in   clothing   and   across   skin   ,   stretching   fingers   to   try   and   go   for   the   throat   ,   but   the   angle   is   anything   but   in   his   favor.   hes   snarling   ,   glaring   ,   teeth    grinding    upon   each   other.   that   was   ,   until   he   watched   as   the   other   tore   into   his   arm   ,   and   he   watched   in   near    horror    as   his   work   is   shred   right   before   his   eyes.   it   is   luck   that   pain   was   not   felt   ,   but   the   frustration   that   comes   through   with   it   and   surging   through    Viktor    as   he   uses   his   other   hand   in   attempt   to    stop    the   other   ,   but   to   no   avail   as   he   ends   up   listening   to   the   hissing   and   popping   noises   before   the   arm   is   ultimately   no   long   attached   to   its   mechanism   along   his   body.

         his   chest   is    heaving    ,   and   once   he   is   completely   pinned   with   still   attached   arm   locked   down   ,   he   can   do   nothing   but   stare   up   at    Jayce    in   dismay.   he   has   no   sentimental   words   to   share   ,   for   if   he   were   to   speak   ,    he   would   be   confirming   the   hesitancy   within   himself.    but   he   still   feels   the   ache   in   his   chest   ,   listening   and   watching.    hate   me.   please   just   hate   me.

         though   ,   eyes   flicker   from   the   others   features   to   his   arm   within    Jayces    grasp   and   suddenly   ,   recognition   sparks   in   those   eyes   ,   widening   with   something   far   more   humanly   than   he   had   anticipated   ;    fear.    he   had   no   gauge   on   how   far   the   other   may   go   ,   but   it   comes   all   to   fast   and   all   to    late    for    Viktor    to   react.

         it   was   as   if   his   body   shut   off.   the   second   the   collapse   of   the   frontal   lobe   took   the   brunt   of   the   jagged   exterior   of   the   arm   that   had   once   been   attached   ,   he   felt   nothing.   it   was   black   ,   dark   ,   and   simply   empty.   pain   was   not   something   he   felt   ,   not   on   a    physical    level   at   least   ,   but   the   battering   presented   upon   the   creators   head   did   show   through   jerks   that   pulled   through   his   body   as   if    reacting.    short   circuiting   ,   shocking   ,   the   full   works   as   if   his   body   could   still    feel.    Viktor    wasn't   there.   he   was   gone   ,    shut   off    in   a   sense   ,   everything   trying   to   recalculate   and   reboot   ,   so   to   speak.   the   liquid   that   coursed   through   his   veins   had   splattered   ,   painted   everything   within   its   path   ,   the   concave   part   of   his   metallic   skull   sparked   and   shined   with   gleams   of    grease    and   oozing   life   source.

         moments   seem   to   pass   before   the   lights   turn   back   on   in    Viktors    innerworkings   of   his   body   ,   and   he   draws   a   deep   gasp   like   breath.   his   vision   is   blurry   ,   a   mix   of   the   damage   done   and   the   liquid   that   pooled   across   every   space   it   can   cling   too.   another   breath   is   taken.   how.   .   .    interesting.    unexpected.   he   felt   anger   ,   but   not   even   at    Jayce    anymore.   at   his   work   ,   his   creation   upon   himself   ,   being   damaged.   he   flexes   his   hand   from   the   ground   ,   realizing   he   was   no   longer   pinned   ,   slowly   bringing   it   up   to   touch   the   side   of   his   face   that   had   been   beaten.    how   unfortunate.    this   was   going   to   set   him   back.

         he   had   hardly   registered   the   other   was    still    there   until   he   heard   his   name   ,   working   eye   blinking   a   few   times   before   it   rolls   to   look   upon   his   once   partner.   he   sits   up   ,   slow   to   be   honest   considering   the   lack   of   an   arm   and   his   form   still   attempting   to    ‘wake   back   up’.    dark   liquid   pools   from   the   snapped   wires   of   his   arm   and   from   the   hole   carved   into   his   skull   along   his   eye   ,   and   all   he   can   do   is   laugh.   and   laugh.    and   laugh.    flickering   red   eye   rolls   towards    Jayce    ,   a   sinister   smile   upon   what   is   visible   of   his   lips   ,   and   still   that   broken   sound   seems   to   escape.

                    ❛   after.   .   .   ąƖƖ   ơʄ   ɬɧąɬ   ,   you   still.   .   .    apologize.   ❜           he   spits   out   the   final   words   ,   shaking   his   head   ,   the   overlapping   tuning   of   mechanical   voice   to   his   own   bouncing   between   each   other.   he   had   lost   a   lot   of   source   ,   and   had   a   lot   of   damage   he   needed   to   fix   ,   but   he   was   still    functional.    after   a   moment   ,   he   has   calmed   down   from   his    amusement    ,   still   not   pulling   his   gaze   from   the   other   as   if    daring    him   to   do   more.        ❛   you   are   still.   .   .   hesitating    too.   ❜           a   grunt   escapes   him   then   ,   shaking   his   head   as    Viktor    leans   upon   his   remaining   arm   with   hand   flat   upon   the   ground.   remaining   eye   shuts   and   he   sighs.

                    ❛   just    leave    ,    Jayce.   ❜           he   couldnt   ,   he    wouldnt    attempt   to   restrain   the   other   once   again.   not   like   he   would   be   able   to   do   so    easily    in   his   current   condition.           ❛   next   time.   .   .   it   ຟill   ๖ē   hคr໓ēr.   ❜        and   every   time   after   ,   he   knows   very   well   until   one   of   them   puts   an   end   to   the   cycle   ,   it   will   never   get    easier. 

[hexwrought-a]

@hexclaimed;

Guilt sinks its teeth deep into the meat of his belly, adding to the conflict of an internal battle where a physical one had been swift for its victor. The way Viktor's body twitches and stutters, the mechanical warble of his voice akin to a faulty radio, the hole that Jayce had burrowed into his skull oozing and sending off discharge— it was all too much. Jayce couldn't look at him for long.

He wanted nothing more than to return to him, not to maim or finish the job, but to be by his side. The desire to undo the damage, to tell Viktor it's okay, he'll fix this, he'll fix everything— was impossibly strong. Even with the eruption of wicked laughter and hostile words. Even after everything Viktor's done.

Still, Viktor's choice of wording does something to Jayce.

 ❛❛  You are still hesitating too. ❜❜

There was so much to unpack with that, a strange sense of relief and comfort washing over him at the revelation. It was as if Viktor had unknowingly admitted to some forbidden secret, something that Jayce had only ever seen in his dreams. Humanity was still deep within Viktor, however small— and Jayce will always try and pull it to the surface— to bring him home.

He never expected himself to be that catalyst, but at the same time it doesn't come as much of a surprise as it settles. Hope blooms in its place, filling his heart with warmth.

Jayce made up his mind, then. The indomitable human spirit will always triumph, and he intends to prove that to Viktor, no matter how long it takes. Even if it kills him. Viktor has always been his responsibility, and he failed him when Jayce was needed most.

Steadily catching his breath, Jayce moves toward the exit, clamoring around various metallic projects in his adrenaline fueled haze. His hands find purchase on one of Viktor's strung up coats, tugging it over his shoulders. With hands lingering on the metal door frame, Jayce finally looks back.

❛❛ Next time ... At least I'll get to see you. ❜❜ His voice comes out, soft and gentle, something raw and real on full display for Viktor to see. Jayce has to force himself to look away again in order to finally breach the door, and run into the night, Viktor's coat masking his visage his only material comfort.

[si1entmuse]

@hexwrought

         IT   WAS   ALWAYS   A   BIT   STRANGE   TO   MEET   SOMEONE   WELL   KNOW   IN   ITS   AREA           that   it   sparkled   in   such   a   way   within   Sona   that   she   seemed   overtly   bubbly   in   motion   and   expressionism.   she   wasn't   one   for   this   sorts   of    soirees    ,   much   of   one   to   keep   her   circles   small   or   out   of   the   political   eye   altogether.   alas   ,   donned   in   a   sleek   white   dress   trimmed   in   gold   with   her   hair   pulled   up   all   in   sorts   of   intricate   braids   and   loops   ,   she   had   to   at   least   look   the   part   in   the   place   she   was   being   hired   to   work.

         it   comes   as   a   mere    blessing    that   she   wasn't   been   hounded   about   in   conversation   that   would   become   droll   with   those   that   pack   the   place   ,   standing   more   so   off   to   the   side   ,   merely   people   watching   until   time   called   for   the   woman   to   grace   the   stage.   even   more   so   ,   it   would   be   ,   that   it   was   someone   like   Jayce   to   come   to   her   in   steed   of   the   other   possible   faces.   and   it   shows   in   effortless   ways   of   her   tension   being   rather   loose   and   flowy   ,   her   features   adorned   with   a   knowing   and    gentle    look.

         when   her   last   name   comes   to   light   ,   she   merely   nods   once   ,   a   bit    abashed    that   even   someone   as   he   had   paid   attention   to   them.   it   was   always   a   big   deal   ,   as   much   as   she   hated   it   ,   when   she   was   coming   about.   it   was   rather    awkward    altogether.

         after   a   moment   ,   those   eyes   blink   widely   as   she   is   writing   ,   listening   as   the   other   continues   speaking.   once   its   turned   ,   her   head   cants   in   acknowledgement   ,           《   Viktor?   》           the   name   had   come   in    passing    ,   tied   along   side   that   of   Jayce   Talis.   she   wasnt   uneducated   in   those   she   may   be   greeting   and   meeting   here   ,   so   there   is   a   bit   of   a   sore   pout   forming   upon   her   lips   at   the   lack   of   the   other   half   of   the   two.   brilliant   minds   were   always   of   interest   to   her   ,   especially   upon   hearing   their   plans   and   promised   future   for   those   in   need   ,   on   both   in   Piltover   and   the   Undercity.

                    《   :)   》           she   adds   onto   it   quickly   ,   though   she   is   acknowledging   his   pointed   observation   of   her   place   here   with   a   strained   smile   of   her   own   as   well   ,   nodding   once   again.   tips   of   fingers   soon   wipe   the   board   clean   ,   leaving   pink   dust   and   residue   upon   her   digits   before   she   is   writing   again.           《   Not   a   fan   of   these.   But   ,   can   never   say   no   to   people   it   seems.   》           her   travels   had   taken   her   far   and   wide   from   Demacia   ,   a   sought   after   person   for   lovely   music   to   be   heard   ,   though   it   was   always   a   positive   in   her   eyes   to   be   able   to   share   her   music   even   with   those   she   was   not   always    comfortable    with.                    《   They   pay   well.   And   I   love   that   people   want   to   hear   me   in   any   sense.   》         

         the   crowds   were   gathering   around   a   bit   more   ,   mingling   and   voices   to   be   heard   overlapping   each   other   ,   though   she   was   solely   focused   upon   Jayce   with   attentive   ears   and   writing   as   diligently   as   she   could   to   keep   the   flow   of   things   going.           《   I   won't   be   stopping   here   ,   unfortunately.   I   promised   some   kids   in   the   Undercity   a   show   before   the   night   ends.   》           with   this   ,   she   underlines    Undercity    and   even   taps   her   chalk   near   the   word.   her   efforts   and   time   in   this   place   were   not   taken   for   granted   ,   for   even   if   a   part   of   her   internal   enjoyment   of   showing   her   talents   was   there   ,   everything   she   did   in   Piltover   and   such   for   her   time   here   was   a   gift   to   give   upon   others   altogether. 

                    《   Will   you   be   watching   the   performance?   It   would   be   nice   to   see   a   friendly   face   amongst   the   crowd   of   unknown.   :)   》

[hexwrought-a]

@si1entmuse;

Jayce's eyes light up at the recognition of his partner's name upon Sona's chalkboard ( and spelled correctly no less ). It was disappointingly rare for Viktor to ever be brought up, much less acknowledged, during events like these— or even during other discussions regarding the dealings of hextech. So to have Sona acknowledge him without a second thought only reinforced Jayce's choice in approaching her to be a good one. Perhaps the best one of the evening.

❛❛ Yes, ❜❜ he ecstatically confirms, reining in some of his wafting excitement, his smile wide. ❛❛ He's not really a fan of these things either. ❜❜ He finds her little smiley face additions to be charming, a small laugh leaving him when she includes them. ❛❛ I think he'd enjoy talking with you, though. I know I do. ❜❜

A few more sips at his flute are taken as he reads her words. Jayce makes a point to not really make any solid comment on her eventual visit to the Undercity that would show some kind of deep set opinion, not with so many prying eyes. Though Sona may have those freedoms, it wasn't his place, and he had a social face to maintain— which he kept neutral and grounded, palpably absorbent and pliant to whatever information Sona wishes to bestow upon him.

He does at least smile at her mentioning of it being for kids— the expression made genuine by the glint in his eye and how the corners crease up. A silent and carefully placed show of support.

When she mentions her upcoming performance, Jayce offers a smile and nod. ❛❛ I wouldn't dream of missing it, ❜❜ he confirms, confident, and appreciative of her casual flattery. ❛❛ When do you go up? ❜❜

[gaevaer]

@hexwrought said: "regardless of how we got here , i'm having a really good time."

Caitlyn let out a soft snort of amusement, barely glancing up from the book in her lap. She was settled comfortably on the couch, her two dobermans, Sprinkles and Cookie, curled up sleeping at her sides and radiating warmth. Her broken leg was carefully propped up on a pillow atop a pouf, and a pair of glasses perched on her nose to ease the strain on her one good eye.

❝ Is that so?❞ she replied, her tone teasing as she finally looked up at Jayce. Setting her book aside, she inserted the bookmark with precision before snapping it shut with a satisfying thud. The sound made Sprinkles lift his head lazily, but Caitlyn just reached out to give the dog a soothing pat before turning her attention fully to her friend.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a playful smile. ❝ So, this ‘really good time’ you’re having — is it because of the endless baked goods I’ve been spoiling you with, or my dazzling company you get to enjoy every day now? Surely, it’s the latter, right?❞ She gestured to the coffee table, which once again had a fresh batch of red velvet cupcakes on it, their rich frosting practically begging to be eaten. Baking had become her current pastime in the time she could not return to work yet, filling the hours she couldn’t spend on duty.

❝ Go on, have one, or ten❞ she added, her smile widening as she leaned back into the couch. ❝ You’ve earned it. Or at least you should pretend you have — those cupcakes won’t eat themselves.❞

[hexwrought-a]

@gaevaer;

❛❛ Couldn't it be both? ❜❜ He laughs, but it carries an emptiness— something deep within him ( within them both, really ) still gone, unhealed. Jayce is, of course, snagging one of the cupcakes the moment Caitlyn is gesturing to them, carefully peeling the pleated wrapper away to take a bite.

He moves to occupy the adjacent armchair closest to where she sits, seeing most of the couch space filled with her familiar animal companions. The scene felt reminiscent of so many past exchanges that made his heart ache with something bittersweet and cherished. A hand reaches forward, giving Cookie a gentle scratch behind the ear like he's done so many times in the past.

Jayce leans back into the chair after, getting himself comfortable. His free hand kneads subconsciously into his right thigh to soothe himself and the aches that now grip him there.

After a few large bites the cupcake is gone, the wrapper balled up and set upon the table to retrieve later. The silence is comfortable, albeit thick— a unique sort of tension brewing until Jayce finally speaks, looking to Caitlyn rather melancholic. ❛❛ How are you holding up, sprout? ❜❜

[si1entmuse]

@hexwrought : "you're a musician, right? i recognize you. i think i've been to one of your performances."

         BROWS   RISE   IN   SLIGHT   'PON   THE   OTHERS   VOICE   COMING   TO   LIGHT    ,    though   it   is   quick   to   soften   as   words   continue   to   flow.   the   blonde   nods   in   answer,   the   emerald   shade   of   eyes   seemingly   brighter   than   normal   as   they   are   brought   upon   someone   she    very    much   recognized   from   posters   around   the   city   as   well   as   the   spoken   word   of   its   people.   her    etwahl    was   hidden   at   this   time   ,   so   it   did   not   come   into   play   of   her   movements   as   she   reaches   into   the   bag   she   carried   to   pull   out   a   small   chalk   board   as   some   stark   pink   chalk   along   with   it.

         the   scratching   sound   comes   quickly   as   she   writes   before   delicate   fingers   turn   the   board   towards   Jayce   ,   tender   flesh   tilt   into   its   ever   placed   smile.           《   I   am   Sona.   I   have   heard   about   you!   》           she   waits   a   few   moments   ,   making   sure   the   other   had   read   her   board   before   flipping   it   back   to   erase   it.   there   is   an    obvious    excitement   bouncing   within   the   musician   as   she   is   ,   in   attempt   ,    conversing    with   the   other.   after   a   moment   or   so   ,   the   board   is   turned   once   again.

                    《   Everyone   speaks   of   you   and   your   inventions.   Not   to   mention   your   face   is   everywhere.   》           she   isnt   looking   at   him   this   time   ,   however   ,   a   light   dusting   of   pink   'pon   the   apple   of   her   cheeks.    of   course   she   would   recognize   him.   who   wouldnt?!

[hexwrought-a]

@si1entmuse;

It was yet another public soirée where faces were to be maintained and elbows greased ( all at the reinforcement and encouragement of miss Medarda ) that had Jayce working his own form of magic among the sea of faces. The pattern was one he fell into naturally, almost carrying a mechanical twinge with his movements; with each smile, each shake of the hand, each ❛ yes, sir, ❜ ❛ yes, ma'am, ❜ ❛ I totally agree with you. ❜ Even among the golden filigree, the song of strings, and sparkling wines and ciders, he'd rather be anywhere else.

However, it was a rare blessing to be able to slip away and seek conversation in someone that was very obviously not among the bureaucratic elite who wanted nothing more than to line their pockets with his work. Thus, the pull he felt the moment he locked eyes onto both a familiar and unfamiliar face— someone who, too, carried a passion for something that likely wouldn't be put in the spotlight like it ought to be without the hankering for greed.

The board she used to communicate was both a surprise and not. A gentle embarrassment pulling at him that doesn't show, only reinforcing thoughts he's been harboring previously. I've been put in this situation twice now with people I want to talk to. I really ought to learn sign. He wanted to make conversation seamless, not a challenge on others. But perhaps he's making assumptions— even if prototypes for tools of that kind of accessibility are already turning in his head.

Her introduction followed by her acknowledgement of his popularity pulls a slightly nervous chuckle from him, barely dancing underneath his social mask. ❛❛ It's a pleasure to meet you, Sona— Buvelle, if I recall? From the posters, ❜❜ Jayce bows his head cordially, extending one of the champagne flutes he's had in his hands like a peace offering. ❛❛ Jayce Talis. ❜❜ He smiles, offering his hand to shake once his hand is free.

❛❛ I wouldn't call them solely my inventions, ❜❜ another chuckle falls from him as he speaks, in an effort to lighten his own awkwardness. ❛❛ Our is more appropriate. Though my partner isn't here tonight. ❜❜ His disappointment isn't too well hidden.

Jayce sips at his champagne, nose crinkling just barely at the dry notes before returning a smile upon Sona. ❛❛ I wouldn't really take you as someone interested in events like this. I'm assuming you're here to perform? ❜❜

[zortja]

Late night inspiration.

[hexwrought-a]

@hexclaimed;

Scraping the bottom of the barrel, indeed.

He had expected to cause Viktor some alarm, some level of fluster and tumble that left him stammering like before, to sufficiently nip him in the bud. But, unfortunately for Jayce, Viktor had his own means to get under his skin and even further still, poking at parts far too raw that even anger couldn't take hold.

The moment Viktor began turning it back onto him ( and rightfully so ), going for the metaphorical throat and targeting Jayce's body— poking at his thinly veiled insecurities regarding his humanity— Jayce actually flinches. All that bark leaves him in an instant, hurt slotting in place of his previously smug expression as if he'd been struck. He recoils from Viktor by several steps, tight lipped and knitted brows.

Jayce felt ugly. He didn't want to be looked at anymore.

❛❛ I— ❜❜ he attempts, and fails, voice breaking. He rips his gaze away, hands coming up to pull his shirt together to cover himself more, as if it would do anything, shoulders hiking up in a way that makes him look smaller. The bottle of malt is abandoned on the cabinet table.

There's a brief intermission as a series of conflicted emotions flits in his eyes, looking anywhere but at Viktor. Jayce doesn't have the strength to continue this verbal fight, the final blow landing and resulting in Viktor's triumph. He scurries to the metal door, a trembling hand grasping the handle and swinging it open.

❛❛ I'll be in the forge, ❜❜ Jayce mutters, broken and quiet, before shutting the door behind him.

If Viktor dares to lean in close to the door, quiet sobs are all to be heard.

[hexclaimed-a]

@hexwrought

         ᴀɴᴅ   ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ   ɪᴛ   ʜᴇ   ᴡᴀꜱ.       —       the   instant   he   saw   the   change   in   expression   formulate   upon   the   others   features   did   he   find   the    smug    attitude   he   held   to    ‘fight   back’    slip   away   in   an   instant.   which   ,   he   feels   to   be    ridiculous.    Jayce    has   not   hesitated   once   to   find   a   reason   to   put   him   down   ,   so   why   was    Viktor    suddenly   feeling   bad   for   doing   the   same?   because   he   spoke   the    truth?    this   regret   was   not   what   he   expected   to   feel   ,   for   he   was   expectant   of   a   verbal   lashing   over   anything   like    this.

         but   he   watched   what   appeared   to   be   a   metaphorical   wall   crumble   and   behind   it   ,   things   he   should   have    considered    before   to   be   an   issue   presenting   itself.   the   glass   he   had   been   clutching   is   placed   on   the   table   rather   quickly   ,   contents   sloshing   around.   his   expressionism   drew   the   very   same   painted   picture   that   seared   itself   in   his   chest   ,   the   thrumming   sensation   of   absolute    remorse    that   was   taking   form   within.   a   stammering   of   breathless   words   ,   uncertain   of   what   could   soothe   anything   ,   for   he   was   already   on   the   others   not-so-good   side.

                    ❛   Jayce.   .   .   ❜           he   finds   himself   finally   sighing   out   when   the   other   was   making   his   way   towards   the   exit   ,   his   own   steps   hesitant   in   following   ,   alas   the   door   becomes   shut   between   them.   his   own   hands   lays   upon   the   knob   and   stays   here   ,   counting   down   seconds   ,   near    willing    himself   to   pull   it   open   and   go   make   amends   to   the   best   he   could.    i   didn't   mean   it.   you   just   keep   hurting   me   ,   too.   .   . 

         but   his   hands   soon   slips   away   when   the   softest   ,   yet   very   obvious   sort   of   sounds   is   like   whispers   from   the   other   side.   and   he   feels   his   heart    break.    forehead   soon   meets   the   cool   of   the   wood   upon   door   with   a   simple    thud    ,   eyes   shutting.   oh   yes   ,   what   a   sort   of   regret   he   had   truly   not   expected   to   feel.   and   how   much   further   would   this   set   them   back   on   reconciling   over   these   treacherous   things    Viktor    has   done? 

         after   a   moment   ,   after   it   seemed   the   other   had   settled   and   gone   about   his   way   ,   does   he   let   his   eyes   open.   he   had   stood   there   for   a   bit   longer   than   intended   ,   soaking   into   his   own    foolishness    ,   stewing   over   everything.   if   not   tonight   ,   nor   tomorrow   ,   he   would   devise   a   plan   to    fix    this.   but    Viktor    was   no   good   at   this.   and    Jayce    held   a   heavy   disdain   for   him   already.   later.    yes    ,   later   ,   he   will   fix   this.    somehow.

[hexwrought-a]

// strongly considering making jayce his own solo/main blog my muse for him is SO high

[tcssathompson]

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

[hexwrought-a]

There had been little in the way of exchanges between the two since their last verbal spat, with Jayce exclusively existing in the forge for days on end. Whenever he does emerge from the forge, he's covered head to toe in his attire, never removing his hat, gloves, mask— nothing was shown, and everything was left to the imagination. He only ever leaves for necessary supply drops, for the clipped request for more supplies, and nothing more. Viktor is barely afforded any sort of glance beyond what is deemed necessary for their work.

Jayce didn't want to risk another verbal or physical exchange, knowing very well that the devil amalgamation within him had turned him into something wicked with a temper to match, and it was a struggle to reel in— to not give in to that devilish nature he now possessed. But most of all, he couldn't bare to be looked at, to be acknowledged as a thing that's alive and real. Every reflective surface that had enough shine to it; mirrors, panes of glass, polished steel— they were all turned around or covered in cloth.

Eventually Jayce emerges from the forge with a hulking frame of refractory metals interwoven together with an expert's touch; molded into the specifications of the blueprints that he had been toiling over for weeks, having sought feedback from Viktor when needed. The frame mimics the internal measurements for the furnace burning in Jayce's chest, clearly intended to be the shell for Viktor's eventual contribution for the coolant itself, as planned.

He sets the metal amalgamation down on one of the nearby work tables, steam still bellowing from the freshly-cooled piece, as well as Jayce himself. His back is turned to Viktor, face hidden by his blacksmith attire. As he turns to leave without a word, his hands just barely having left the frame, Viktor's voice stops him in place.

@hexclaimed;  ❛❛ The road for hell for me is paved with everything I would do for you, and that list never ends. ❜❜

Jayce's hands find the table's edge, gripping tight enough to make the steel groan, still unaccustomed to his new strengths. He slouches forward, hovering above the frame on the table, head hung low. There's an audible intake of a shaken breath, and the visible rise and fall of shoulders.

He assumes those words were brought to light in order to make him stop for once, and actually attempt at some kind of conversation, after so many previous attempts resulted in failure. And if that is indeed the case, Viktor can tally this as yet another victory. Jayce remains, head only turned just-so to allow his voice to carry beyond his mask and to Viktor.

❛❛ Don't— ❜❜ Jayce croaks, low and defeated. Another heavy sigh leaves him, a hand coming up to rub at his forehead in exasperation. ❛❛ I don't want to hear it, Viktor. ❜❜

Jayce had made that observation weeks ago in a fit of rage and mockery, the exchange burned into his skull. He didn't need to hear how he was right, because there were far too many ways he was wrong that outweighed those small victories. Too many nights spent weeping like a weakling in the dark corner of the forge, where the only light was from him, baking him in hellish reds and oranges.

He steels himself after a moment, taking solace in his entire appearance being protected, and stands up straight. ❛❛ It's finished, ❜❜ Jayce turns, partially facing Viktor. ❛❛ We can go meet that contact of yours. You can make your deal. ❜❜

[hexclaimed-a]

@hexwrought

         ʜᴇ   ᴡᴀꜱɴᴛ   ꜱᴜʀᴇ   ᴡʜᴀᴛ   ʜᴇ   ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ   ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ   ɪɴ   ʀᴇᴛᴀʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ       —       for   the   doctor   was   in   favor   of   actually   tipping   the   scale   at   this   point   to   deal   with   an   angered    devil    ,   even   if   by   his   own   making.   but   he   is   greeted   with   silence   for   moments   that   seem   to   stretch   far   to   long   ,   causing    Viktor    to   absent   mindedly   gulp   ,   worry   pulling   upon   his   heart   until   sights   are   full   of   nothing   but   the   others   towering    glory.

         if   there   were   some   more   truth   to   be   had   ,   what   scared    Viktor    the   most   about    Jayce    would   be   the   increasing   amount   of    ability    the   other   had   now   in   their   form.   inhumane   ,   as   it   was.   that   is   what   seized   his   heart   ,   gripped   him   ,   made   him    regret    opening   his   mouth.   not   the   sight   of   the   other   before   him.   no   ,   it   was   rather.   .   .    unfortunate    that   even   like   this   ,    Viktor    did   not   find   the   devilish   looks   to   be   of   anything   to   palpitate   the   heart   negatively.   it   all   came   back   around   to   what   it   ,   essentially   ,   meant.

         thin   line   forms   upon   lips   ,   until   the   others   speaks   finally.   eyes   flicker   between   the   others   own   ,   confusion   playing   a   part   within   his   own   gaze.    so   that   was   how    Jayce    wanted   to   go   about   this.    he   truly   did   want   to   push   all   of    Viktors    buttons   ,   even   if   it   meant   scraping   along   the   bottom   of   the   barrel. 

                    ❛   good?   i   suppose   your   ego   truly   is   too   large.   ❜           he   won't   deny   it.   its   already   been   ignored   once   ,   but   no   matter   what   he   says   be   it   lie   or   not   ,   the   other   will   not   take   heed   that    Viktor    was   not   obsessed   with   him.           ❛   considering   the   changes   that   had   been   made   ,   i   would   be   more   presumed   to   think   that   nothing   like   that   can   work   anyway.   or.   .   .   are   you   so   focused   on   me   being   obsessed   with   you   and   wanting   to.   .   .   fuck    you   because   no   one   else   can   touch   you?   ❜           the   question   is   light   ,   though   there   is   some    bite    behind   it.

            he   rolls   his   eyes   then   ,   reaching   back   towards   the   table   his   glass   is   on   and   bringing   it   to   his   lips   ,   eyes   still   very   focused   upon    Jayce.           ❛   a   shame.   another   thing   you   would   have   to   rely   on   me   for   ,   hm?   ❜           hes   going   to   regret   this   ,   he   knows   he   is.   but   if    Jayce    wanted   to   play   dirty   ,   he   might   as   well   ball   up   and   fight   back. 

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Scraping the bottom of the barrel, indeed.

He had expected to cause Viktor some alarm, some level of fluster and tumble that left him stammering like before, to sufficiently nip him in the bud. But, unfortunately for Jayce, Viktor had his own means to get under his skin and even further still, poking at parts far too raw that even anger couldn't take hold.

The moment Viktor began turning it back onto him ( and rightfully so ), going for the metaphorical throat and targeting Jayce's body— poking at his thinly veiled insecurities regarding his humanity— Jayce actually flinches. All that bark leaves him in an instant, hurt slotting in place of his previously smug expression as if he'd been struck. He recoils from Viktor by several steps, tight lipped and knitted brows.

Jayce felt ugly. He didn't want to be looked at anymore.

❛❛ I— ❜❜ he attempts, and fails, voice breaking. He rips his gaze away, hands coming up to pull his shirt together to cover himself more, as if it would do anything, shoulders hiking up in a way that makes him look smaller. The bottle of malt is abandoned on the cabinet table.

There's a brief intermission as a series of conflicted emotions flits in his eyes, looking anywhere but at Viktor. Jayce doesn't have the strength to continue this verbal fight, the final blow landing and resulting in Viktor's triumph. He scurries to the metal door, a trembling hand grasping the handle and swinging it open.

❛❛ I'll be in the forge, ❜❜ Jayce mutters, broken and quiet, before shutting the door behind him.

If Viktor dares to lean in close to the door, quiet sobs are all to be heard.

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@hexwrought

         ʜᴇ   ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ   ꜰʟɪɴᴄʜ.   ʜᴇ   ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ   ᴛᴏᴏ.   ʙᴜᴛ   ɪᴛ   ɪꜱ   ᴛᴏ   ʙᴇ   ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ   ɴᴏɴᴇᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ       —       the   way   his   name   holds   no    tenderness    as   it   might   have   once   before.   instead   ,    Viktor    finds   himself   huffing   slightly   ,   taking   a   sip   of   his   now   filled   glass   ,   letting   the   rolling   heat   travel   down   to   his   stomach   to   soothe   the    irritation    that   may   be   bubbling   about.   he   is   still   trying   to   figure   out   how    badly    he   had   actually   messed   things   up   ,   alas   ,   it   feels   to   come   a   bit   to   quickly   when   the   other   is   approaching   him   in   his   seated   position.

         fingers   curl   around   the   glass   tightly   ,   chin   raised   in   slight   just   as   well   as   eyes   keep   steady   gaze   upon   the   others.   neutrality   seems   in   place   ,   he   isn't    too    worried   at   this   moment   about    Jayce    turning   the   tide   with   anger   ,   but   the   guise   is   quick   to   fold   with   a   near    awkward    laugh   to   escape   him   at   such   an   accusation.           ❛   obsessed?   ❜           is   echoed   ,   disbelief   etched   upon   expressionism   ,   though   its   not   completely   far   from   the    truth    ,   now   was   it?           ❛   some   ego   you   have   on   you   after   dying   and   ever   so    lovingly    being   brought   back.   ❜           as   soon   as   the   words   leave   his   lips   ,   he   snaps   them   shut. 

         he   feels   his   lip   pull   upward   now   ,   placing   his   glass   upon   the   table   that   held   the   instruments   from   earlier   ,   rattling   them   about.    Jayce    was   ,   effectively   ,    pissing    Viktor    off.   hes   moved   off   of   the   chair   and   standing   before   the   other   ,   glaring   at   him   ,   even   prodding   a   finger   against   the   bigger   mans   chest.           ❛   pick   one.   i   either   keep   my   promise   or   i   do   not   make   a   deal   that   can   fix   this.   ❜           is   snappy   from   him   ,   a   near    desperation    flickering   through   those   eyes.           ❛   everything   you   are   wanting   from   me   is   something   i   cannot   achieve   without   -   ❜         giving   up   more.    teeth   grind   together   and   its   clear   he   is    agitated.    Jayce    is   so   damn    frustrating    like   this   and   its   all    his    fault.

         he   draws   in   a   deep   breath   and   rubs   his   forehead   ,   eyes   squeezing   shut.           ❛   i   do   not   need   your   permission   to   do   what   needs   to   be   done.   you   are   not   someone   in   the   position   to   demand   that   of   me.   ❜           shoulders   slump   and   hes   shaking   his   head   ,   mildly    giving    up.           ❛   if   that   is   your   term   ,   then   there   is   nothing   we   can   do.   ❜

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@hexclaimed;

Jayce could get mad— should get mad, even, and rightfully so. He never asked for any of this, after all— Viktor had been the one to turn him into something that was against everything Jayce was as a person, now practically unrecognizable. But he withheld the anger that was itching to boil again in favor of something that would be far more impactful.

In the end, Jayce couldn't truly stop Viktor from making his own choices. But he can make those choices a living hell.

So, he listens. He listens with a surprising edge of patience, not once showing a hint of anger beyond the way his blazened chest rattles ever so slightly, igniting the glow in his eyes. He lets Viktor get in his face, unflinching, unmoving. And Jayce waits, until Viktor's surrender is palpable, his shoulders sagging and voice exasperated.

Jayce doesn't even retort with anything, standing to his full height before Viktor with an eerie silence. He looks down upon him, wickedly smug. The lighting of the room paints his face in shadows, save for the flickering of flames that kiss the edges of his jaw and emanate from his eyes. He looks ... incredibly devilish. Scary.

❛❛ You'd do anythin' for me, wouldn't you? ❜❜ He says, more of a statement rather than a question, tone low and concerningly even. ❛❛ If it meant you got to keep me. Obsession isn't a good look on you. ❜❜ He repeats, throwing Viktor's claim into the murk.

Jayce lets out a mockery of a laugh. ❛❛ You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. All this, for a good lay? Really? ❜❜

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@hexwrought

         ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀɪᴛʏ   ʀɪɴɢꜱ   ʟᴏᴜᴅ   ᴀɴᴅ   ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ   ᴡʜᴇɴ   ᴀɴɢᴇʀ   ᴡᴀꜱɴᴛ   ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ   ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ   ᴛʜᴇ   ᴀɪʀ       —       settling   into   the   space   where    Jayce    had   been   not   moments   before   as   he   had   taken   a   further   dive   into   understanding   the   engine.   those   unnaturally   yellow   eyes   watched   the   other   as   went   about   garnering   the   alcohol.    this   was   an   odd   flip   of   the   switch.    he   was   waiting   for   the   shoe   to   drop   ,   for   hatred   and   sear   the   air   once   again   ,   but   as   he   takes   the   glass   from   the   other   ,   he   finds   something   odd   settling   within   his   chest.

         he   takes   a   sip   ,   soon   letting   his   sights   follow   around   where    Jayce    was   viewing.           ❛   i   have   not   touched   much   of   anything   since.   ❜           he   admits   ,   shrugging   a   bit.           ❛   my   focus   had   been   on.   .   .    you    so   everything   here   has   basically   stayed   the   same.   ❜           another   sip   is   taken   ,   licking   his   lips   thereafter.   it   was   strange   to   admit   such   things   ,   that   even   after   the    rebirth    had   happened   ,   he   had   still   been   so   focused   on   his   once   partner   that   everything   else   came   second.   it   didnt   help   that   he   couldnt    exactly    work   anymore   on   living   patients   due   to   his   hand.

         his   thoughts   are   halted   altogether   when   the   other   speaks   again   ,   causing   brows   to   rise   and   fall   quickly   as   he   lays   back   against   the   chair   ,   eyes   turned   towards   the   ceiling   ,   legs   freely   swinging   back   and   forth   over   the   edge.           ❛   considering   my   dealings   ,   i   have   a   few   people   in   mind   i   may   be   able   to   converse   with   that   could   give   some   actual   direction   on   how   to   proceed   better   with   how   your   mechanism   works   and   is   altered.   ❜           he   rambles   a   bit   ,   humming   a   moment   after.   head   turns   upon   the   softened   back   and   stares   at    Jayce.           ❛   that   would   be   all   i   need   you   to   do.   i.   .   .   think.   ❜         

         he   sits   up   then   once   more   ,   slamming   the   rest   of   his   glass   back.   he   was    antsy.    he   wanted   to   get   the   ball   rolling.   work   on   the   engine   more   ,   find   out   more.   free   hand   hooks   over   the   edge   of   the   chair   ,   digging   nails   into   it   as   the   other   is   holding   his   glass   out   towards    Jayce    ,   expectant   of   another   pour.           ❛   i   have   one   or   two   in   mind.   one   much.   .   .   much   less   enjoyable   than   the   other   but   i   do   not   doubt   that   they   have   what   we   may   need.   ❜           he   shakes   his   glass   ,   a   brow   cocked   up   ,   lips   pursed.

                    ❛   you   just   have   to   rely   on   me.   i   know   you   hate   that   ,   do   not   blame   you   ,   but   i   will   get   what   we   need   ,    Jayce.   ❜           the   others   name   comes   off   far   softer   than   the    directness    that   had   been   present   in   his   tone   when   speaking.           ❛   i   can   at   least   promise   you   that   much.   ❜

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@hexclaimed;

A small hum comes from Jayce, acknowledging Viktor's words, yet dismissing the possible conversation branch that may come from them. His focus had been on Jayce; and what an unpleasant feeling that was when Jayce turns it over in his belly. He'd rather not dwell on that right now.

He was giving Viktor his attention, even if he wasn't fully turned to face him, preferring to lean against the nearby cabinet while he drinks, body facing the forge. Jayce is close enough to reach the bottle over to pour Viktor another drink when he requests it, perhaps out of habit. That tentative sense of peace remains as they converse ( Jayce mostly listening ), at least until Viktor hints at an unenjoyable contact. Jayce can read between the lines. He sneers, before his expression smooths out, favoring his drink.

As soon as Viktor is finished, that displeased scowl returns to Jayce's features, nose crinkling. ❛❛ You've promised a lot of things, Viktor, ❜❜ his name comes with a healthy amount of venom, instilling Jayce's distrust. ❛❛ I'll believe it when I see actual results, not empty words. ❜❜

He sets the bottle of malt down on the cabinet's table section, standing up fully and closing the distance between him and Viktor. One hand snags the chair back, allowing Jayce to lean close, now hovering over the man. ❛❛ We rely on each other, no? ❜❜ Jayce speaks low, almost mocking, face mere inches from Viktor's. ❛❛ Perhaps you rely on me more than I do you. Given your obsession with me, ❜❜ he snickers. ❛❛ You can't bear to be without me. ❜❜

Jayce leans away then, taking the bottle of malt in hand again. ❛❛ So you better listen when I reiterate; no more deals with devils. ❜❜ His inflection at the tail end is serious, deadly so, brows knitted together to match. It carries like a threat.

It's fleeting however, as his expression loses its hostile edge when he takes another swig. He tops Viktor's drink off without a word.

❛❛ I'll do my job. You do yours. ❜❜

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in the wake of their . . . peculiar reunion there had been much that had felt lost between the pair in favor of questions ( toeing the line of interrogations ). Jayce's gaze often adrift to the hex crystals and gemstones no matter the topic at hand. the man was - distant in a manner unfamiliar to Viktor with his, well, former version of Jayce. a stranger to him in the way Jayce seemed to be in perpetual mourning whenever he looked at him .

it was difficult to shake. surely, even moreso for his partner from this timeline or the next. but, in the end? he was still his Jayce.

thus, under the meticulous guise of needing Jayce's assistance had Viktor led him further and further and further still through winding corridors and dark chambers of the Academy. neglected pathways that they had all too often benefited from when transporting Zaunite goods into the lab. fond memories brimming bright in the back of the scientist's mind as they traversed together once more by a single flashlight. pressed close as they meandered. the sounds of merriment and celebration having grown distant at this height . . . the stark silence serving as Viktor's indicator that they had finally arrived.

❛ here we are. ❜ a tone Jayce could recognize for what it was: the smug pleasure of a well-earned victory ( one sided as it were ). shifting his weight upon his cane to press open the hatch. gesturing - after you.

awkward squirming thereafter aside ( which had perhaps been easier with Jayce's aid, afterall ) would they find themselves stood high upon a precipice of the Academy's exterior walls. the crisp night air an easy come excuse to settle side-by-side. staring up at the swath of endless night as the countdown to a new year sounded off below like a distant song.

counting down from three . . . two . . . one. a flurry of vibrant colours blossoming into the dark of night before them. fireworks loud as the thunderous roars ricocheted off the walls around them. the show certainly a sight to behold, if the reflections in amber eyes were any indicator. as for Viktor? well, he was more than satisfied with his own view. ❛ another year, hm? ❜

@hexwrought [ happy new year! ]

[hexwrought-a]

@vesthnik;

Ever since his arrival, Jayce had begun to ruminate over a litany of theories as to why he was here— part of it all felt like a dream, to be able to see his partner alive, during a time when everything seemed so simple; to see Viktor's passions so clear in the glint of his eye, the drive he possesses when it comes to their work, and to be leveled with that gaze once more. The questions were reasonable, expected even, but there were things Jayce couldn't answer, and was afraid of answering. Viktor had wanted to help him all the same, and how could Jayce deny him that? How could Jayce deny himself these newfound moments, impossibly bittersweet?

He was to be a walking conflagration. If he were destined to burn down everything they created, would it be so wrong to seek comfort in this Viktor before the inevitable?

It was a natural thing, to fall back into familiar patterns he had done once before by Viktor's side; fond memories returning to him during familiar moments. So Jayce followed him through those darkened halls during this night of revelry, where he might have once spent it among the noble elite. Now, there is nowhere he'd rather be. He would not take any of this— any of him— for granted. Every moment to be savored and burned into his soul.

Amusement finds him when Viktor's smugness is shown; a confidence Jayce is happy to be privy to after so long without. His chest aches, offering a small smile before being ushered inside. A gentle hand remains at the small of Viktor's back as they both settle beneath the night sky, beholden to her stars, and the expanse of Piltover before them.

Jayce's eyes only afford a cursory glance to the eruption of color in the sky— enjoying the pop and crackle that each new display of color provides. But he finds his partner far better to look at and admire than the fireworks. The way the light reflects off of Viktor; the ends of his hair, the sharp cut of his cheek, the glint in his eye— Jayce felt suspended in this moment.

The fact that Viktor had chosen to show him this had more impact on Jayce than anticipated; that ache in his chest tightening something fierce, coalescing heavy in his gut. It felt overwhelming.

He leans in closer then, leaning some of his weight against Viktor with a sigh. That trembling hand moves from the small of Viktor's back in favor of— with a degree of hesitance— entwining Jayce's fingers with Viktor's own, warmth blooming from the connection.

❛❛ To another year. ❜❜

Even if he may not have the time to see it.

[sanddornn-a]

                                   ✱ 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

                      Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

 ▌ “Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”    waves my little hand at your oc  「 @hexwrought 」  

          Bold  of  Jayce  to  assume       the  very  survival  expert  EVER  gets  stuck  anywhere.  Nooo   ?   She  was  not  stuck.  Far  from  it.  From  up  here   (  a  very  unfortunately  placed  window  sill  ) ,  Habi  could  basically  see  the  whole  city.  The  former  scout  merely  hadn't  thought  of  a  way  to  come  back  down  yet.  It  was  a  work  in  progress.

       ❝  I'm  very  fine  up  here.  Probably've  been  a  bird  in  my  former  life-- ❞      Almost  slipping  onto  a  mystery  liquid  while  trying  to  stabilize  her  stance  but  grabbing  onto  the  wall,  most  definitely  costed  her  a  nail.   (  Close  call  )  . 

    ❝  You,  eeerh,  do  your  science  stuff,  yes   ?   I  keep  watch. ❞       Just  don't  look  down.

[hexwrought-a]

@sanddornn;

❛❛ Suuuure, ❜❜ Jayce smirks, looking incredulous. ❛❛ Birds tend to have more grace than you've got going on right now, though, miss bird-in-another-life. ❜❜ And despite his jokes, concern briefly washes over him as the poor woman nearly slips.

There's an eye roll and head shake, Jayce patting around his pockets before procuring a set of keys. ❛❛ Yeah, yeah, I'll get right on that science stuff, since it means saving your ass. ❜❜ He slips inside the building utilizing the appropriate key.

Some muffled sounds emanate from inside the workshop, mostly clattering metal, before Jayce is returning, something hefty in tow.

Ah, yes. Science stuff. Ingenuity in the form of a ladder. Revolutionary! ( It's quite a nice ladder. Retractable, too ). He immediately uses his science stuff to set the ladder up to reach Habi's precarious perch, keeping it secure at the bottom. ❛❛ Your savior, to the rescue. ❜❜

[hexclaimed-a]

@hexwrought

         ᴛʜᴇ   ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ   ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ   ᴘʟᴀʏꜱ   ᴏᴠᴇʀ   ᴀɴᴅ   ᴏᴠᴇʀ   ɪɴ   ʜɪꜱ   ʜᴇᴀᴅ       —       though   he   was   so    focused    and    determine    to   find   out   what   altered   within   his   engine   that   he   had   not   had   the   mind   to   process   it   when   it   happened.   but   as   he   is   standing   there   ,   examining   his   charred   fingers   and   patches   of   flesh   along   his   hand   ,   he   let   it   replay   until   the   others   voice   comes   to   light.   it   was    confusing    but   he   couldnt   be   so   sure   as   to   what   had   happened.   but   it   was   generally   an    interesting    look   to   see   upon    Jayce    in   the   aftermath   of   it   all   ,   the   way   his   voice   lacked   the   threatening   aura   and   gruff   it   held   not   long   before.    he   will   simply   keep   this   in   mind.

                    ❛   ah   -   ❜           he   doesnt   pull   away   when   the   other   snatches   him   by   the   wrist   ,   both   their   eyes   upon   his   fingers.   some   were   merely   blistered   red   from   the   heat   ,   all   while   his   index   and   middle   finger   showed   far   worse   for   wear   with   flesh   deeper   and   darker   in   color   ,   specked   with   tinge   black   along   the   tips.   it   didnt   feel   good   ,    of   course   it   didnt    ,   but   due   to   some   of   the   augmentations   that   he   had   implemented   upon   his   query   with   the   mechanical   devil   ,   some   pain   did    soothe    over   rather   quickly. 

                    ❛   my   instruments   would   not   have   been   able   to   find   the   parts   i   need   to   feel   for.   ❜           he   speaks   rather   flatly   ,   letting    Jayce    do   as   he   pleases   ,   rather    enjoying    the   simple   thing   such   as   this.           ❛   besides   ,   i   do   not   have   much   use   for   them   anymore   after   scarring   them   so   hard.   ❜           other   hand   comes   up   with   palm   facing   upward   ,   turning   it   over   slowly   and   stretching   fingers   out   within   their   lines   of   vision.   the   flesh   was   a   taut   and   bright   pink   ,   warped   and   tightened   where   the   molten   liquid   that   fallen   from    Jayce    when   he   had   tended   to   him   ,   caressing   the   flesh   of   his   hands   and   wrists   alike.    he   had   bared   with   it.    and   he   would   ,   again   and   again   and   again.

         a   frown   is   quite   prominent   upon   his   lips.           ❛   i   do   think   the    heat    in   your   chest   was   the   first   thing   i   have   physically   felt   in   my   hands   since   you   have   come   back.   ❜           the   pain   was   more   of   a   mild    dull    throb   now   as   yellow   eyes   turn   to   watch    Jayces    hands   ,   and   when   he   finds   himself   satisfied   ,    Viktor    is   retrieving   his   hand   away   to   examine   the   flesh   closer   himself.   not   much   could   be   done.   he   can   ignore   it   for   a   later   time. 

         a   sick   part   of   him   wanted   to   do   it   again   ,   dig   his   fingers   into    Jayces    chest   ,   pull   those   sounds   from   him   again.   part   of   him   will   admit   it   is   simply   to   see   what   else   he   may   find   within   the   engines   new   augmented   state   ,   but   he   isnt   so   blind   to   know   that   part   of   him   wanted   to   see    Jayce    like   that   again   just   for   the   sake   of.   .   .    something.    he   shakes   his   head   ,   pulling   his   thoughts   back   towards   the   matter   at   hand.           ❛   its   been   a   day.   my   face   is   worse   for   wear.   ❜           the   lesser   of   fucked   up   hands   rustles   through   his   hair   ,   pushing   it   back.           ❛   if   anything   needs   to   be   tended   to   ,   its   that.   and   i   do   not   find   myself   trusting   you   near   my   face   again.   ❜           he   jests   ,   reaching   over   and   grabbing   the   mans   shirt   to   hold   it   out   to   the   other.            ❛   does   whiskey   still   work   on   you   or   would   be   offering   it   be   silly?   ❜

[hexwrought-a]

@hexclaimed;

Jayce grumbles as a retort to Viktor's variety of excuses, choosing to avoid being vocal as inklings of shame creep through him. It was a cruel reminder of what he'd done, even if inadvertently. He had become a cruel, twisted thing— no longer himself, and now nothing more than a monster parading with his face. His cruelty evident in the burns that litter Viktor, the mottled bruising on his face. So Jayce remains silent, and works.

A soft ❛ mm ❜ of acknowledgement is all Viktor really gets out of him, preferring to focus entirely on the tending of wounds self inflicted. Only once Viktor's hands are in a more satisfactory state does Jayce pull away, expression stern, yet something solemn is found in his eyes.

All Viktor receives from the jest is a dry chuckle. He takes the shirt offered to him, buttoning it only half way, the furnace of his heart still exposed. ❛❛ Hm. Dunno. ❜❜ Jayce shrugs, pulling himself onto his feet, wading over to a very familiar cabinet where he knew Viktor stored his liquor. He's yet to fully test the waters with his alcohol tolerance since his rebirth, but he's already noticed that it's a lot harder for him to feel that comfortable heat when he drinks. ❛❛ Guess we'll find out, ❜❜ he says, and he's already procuring an entire bottle of rye double malt.

He only pulls out one glass, pouring out two fingers worth and returning to Viktor, extending it forth. Jayce is quiet for a long moment, sipping at the bottle periodically until he finally speaks up again. ❛❛ Everythin' still where I left it? ❜❜ And his voice comes out low and soft, almost akin to how he would've normally spoken to Viktor before— now carrying something sad at its frayed edges. He isn't looking at Viktor when he asks, eyes examining the workshop, staring beyond a metal door where he knew the forge to reside.

❛❛ What d'ya exactly have in mind when it comes to these contacts of yours? ❜❜ Jayce is finally looking at Viktor again, his incredulity notably absent. ❛❛ I can work the forge, put together blueprints, but I ain't got a clue what I really need to make this thing stable. ❜❜ He knocks on the metal exterior of his chest for emphasis.