#astonishee

[faesomnia]

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple. [ JAYCE → VIKTOR ]

𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

Hunched  over,  focused  intently  on  a  small  project  in  the  lull  time  between  deadlines,  Viktor  fidgets  with  the  connecting  gears.  He's  been  working  for  the  past  three  and  a  half  hours,  the  clinking  and  turning  of  gears  becoming  a  comforting  constant.  In  the  middle  of  those  noises,  footsteps  intermingle  and  the  presence  of  someone  re-entering  the  workshop.  Setting  his  tools  down,  he  observes  his  work  after  the  adjustments  made  as  a  hand  idly  twirls  a  lock  of  hair.  He  feels  Jayce  move  next  to  him,  hovering  close  as  he  likely  wishes  to  see  the  progress.

Viktor  is  just  about  ready  to  ask  his  partner  for  an  opinion  when  the  warm  press  of  lips  meets  his  forehead.  It  took  some  time  to  grow  used  to  the  extra  forms  of  affection  now  that  they  are  considerably  closer  than  before.  Blush  still  creeps  its  way  to  his  cheeks  when  it  happens,  but  more  often  a  smile  is  paired  with  it  nowadays.

❝ A  very welcome  form  of  encouragement, ❞  he  hums  contently  before  continuing.   ❝ But  I'd  also  like  to  hear  your  thoughts. ❞

[faesomnia]

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞ [ FROM JAYCE TO VIKTOR ]

𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑹 𝑬𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑴

Two  years  into  their  partnership,  there  are  many  things  Viktor  has  observed  about  his  colleague.  Both  are  independent  workers,  that  fact  hasn't  changed  since  their  meeting  and  mutual  journey.  Naturally,  they  work  significantly  better  with  a  like-minded  other,  but  that  is  besides  the  point.  Jayce  is  dependent  on  others  for  comfort  and  company,  especially  in  times  of  stress  such  as  deadlines.  While  on  the  other  hand,  Viktor  is  the  opposite.  Rather,  he  had  been  forced  to  adapt  to  solitude.

Over  the  course  of  their  beginnings  of  Hextech  has  his  routine  changed  dramatically.  Days  and  nights  side  by  side  with  Jayce  still  doesn't  prepare  him  for  the  vulnerability ᅳ the  emotion  conveyed  through  his  request,  with  tired  eyes  hoping  ( perhaps  pleading )  for  him  to  remain.  The owner behind those hazel eyes seems to have master a persuasive look at a young age. Halfway  from  grabbing  his  jacket  for  the  evening,  he  finds  himself  with  some  renewed  determination.  Another  set  of  eyes  to  finish  up  the  fine  details  is  what  a  partner  is  for.  To  further  calm  the  mind  of  his  friend,  Viktor  smiles  softly  as  he  settles  back  into  his  seat.

❝ Sure. ❞  The  chair  scoots  in,  an  elbow  now  able  to  rest  against  the  surface  of  the  workbench,  allowing  him  slump  forward  due  to  lingering  fatigue.  Still  his  eyes  focus  on  Jayce,  then  to  the  work  on  the  table.  ❝ Things  tend  to  go  faster  that  way,  after  all.  It's  a  good  thing  you  asked,  as  it  seems  you  missed  something  there. ❞  A  finger  taps  the  section  of  the  spreadsheet  splayed  out.

[wrathbit-arch]

they don't get crickets in the city. not like they do out in the woody parts of new york, the places no one thinks of, their minds too captivated with images of the 'big apple'. in the suburban parts of forest hills he'd heard his first, but the apartment he lives in is only home to the occasional spider. ( HEH. ) he's grown accustomed to looming buildings & a concrete jungle, where he can crawl & swing & hold some measure of power within the air. an escape.

. . . there's no where to run here. just open space & trees. there must be something wrong with him. he's thinking of places to hide when he's practically here on vacation ! fancy airbnb & all. ( he really hopes no telepaths pick up that stray thought. but if so . . . stay outta his head ! ) ❛ @astonishee, did this place get bigger ? i could'a sworn i wasn't this lost last time i visited. ❜ all the halls in the manor begin to blur in his head. who decorated the interior, anyway ? ❛ sooo . . . what'cha cooking, good lookin' ? ❜

[reducts]

𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑳 . ( ft . @astonishee ) : ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘˑ ᶤ'ᵈ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘˑ

ᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗᶤᶜ , like so many nights before this ; folded in on himself with ragged , unsatisfying gasps — each stealing him of more oxygen than the last . a m̳o̳c̳k̳e̳r̳y̳ of what a person should be , hidden within the flesh shell is nothing but panic & anxiety , standing on feet that cannot ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ the world he has been handed much longer . ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 . ❞ denial 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 to digest than hope ; it didn't rip stomach to shreds & leave milo feeling as if he is on fire . 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 , it is not allowed within these walls .

tilt back of his head & ᵃ ʷᶤᶰᶜᵉ at the dull thud his skull makes against wall . tear glazed eyes glance over his beloved ; 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 & unsteady , only worsening when eyelids fall & the floodgates open upon reddened cheeks . ❝ i can't — i can't be fixed , baby . there's ... ᶤᵗ'ˢ — it's beyond us . there's ... nothin' . ❞

[jur1sdr]

** @astonishee : ' c'mon buddy, lets go, I threatened the captain with a wrongful arrest case so you're free to go, ' foggy said to his friend with a tired hum offering out his elbow in case matt wanted to take it. he waited until they were out of view of the police precinct and then furrowed his eyebrows in the other's direction, ' how'd you get arrested without the suit ? '

[ghstbrthr]

— @astonishee : ' now we're getting somewhere. '

⭑ ࣪˖  The movement finished with a kick upwards, his body almost parallel to his leg. It was strange to be in a situation where he could only hope his suit was working like it should; neither he nor Matt could tell if he was really invisible or not, but the elder vigilante had taught him to listen for the quiet buzz that thrummed through the tiny circuits built into it. It was only there when he paid attention to it, but he was honing his ability to pay attention. The fighting was a whole other issue. His first attempt to help Daredevil out and some lady in a red swimsuit with a sword had broken his arm.

His breath left him in an exhausted puff and he turned to where Matt's voice was coming from, ' yeah, but at what cost? I think I am bruised over all of my body. '

[reducts]

𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑳. ( ft . @astonishee ) : ❛ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶤᵈᵉᵃˀ ❜

cool wood of locked door brings ᵘᶰᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᶤᵉᶠ to flushed cheeks . ( in over your head , as you always feel . it's hard to know when the water is 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 , or if you are just 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 . ) ❝ wouldn't use the word good . ❞ silence falls in the lull between sentences — while the satisfying sequence of clicks succumbing to his final jerk of unfolded bobby pin within keyhole echo room . it creaks ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ on the hinges & milo comes to stand straight once more , gaze pulled from their desired destination with a puff of his chest & a step back ; allowing the other to the 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 of taking the brave move . ❝ but i didn't see you coming up with anything . ❞

[freedomsbounty]

@astonishee asked: 🛑 [ satya & zarya ]

It all happened so fast that Zarya didn't have time to even think. She merely reacted as a shield to keep Satya protected from heavy fire. Utilizing her canon's strengths, she did her best to keep her from taking any injuries. At the end of the squirmish, it was found she had succeeded but she was wounded herself in spots.

She brushed off medics while taking off her gear once back in a safe place to do so. Shoulders sagged from the immense exhaustion hitting the woman like a wave. She uttered something under her breath in Russian before feeling a touch on her back.

"Hm? Ah, Satya. I'll be all right. No need to fuss over me. I can take care of it." she assured her.

However, she noticed a certain look in her friend's eyes and quickly stopped her mouth from making more comments. Aleksandra felt her wounds were more superficial and didn't need to be made into such a big deal but she relented and allowed Satya to maneuver her however she wished to tend to clean her up.

"They are just mere scratches. Nothing major I promise."

Major or minor, Zarya knew she was beaten. Satya had her wrapped around her fingers and always would.