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@defensator
“ jayce. ” hushed tone, steady hand coming up — hesitant in its approach, but finds itself holding the inventor's cheek. feather - light touch, digits gentle in their caress, far from unkind. the act of giving this to another, an alien sentiment altogether; still, viktor's palm stays there, amber hues locked on jayce's visage. “ ... are you all right? ”
"---and in case you need your pocket watch fixed, ms. buvelle, you can just come to me; i may not be a specialist in clocks, but it's the general consensus in piltover that i'm pretty good at fixing stuff regardless."
As if suddenly stunned by this revelation, Sona looked horrified.
It can BREAK?!
"you know, some people would call this an odd sight," jayce begins, an amused little look to his face as he pours evelynn a cup of steaming coffee, gauntlets steadying his grip. he offers her the cup, then, unfeeling of the heat that permeates the fine porcelain. "us two chatting like this, all things considered."
A heel clicks against the concrete as her leg lowers, gracefully joining its partner as her torso leaned forwards, hands reaching out to accept the beverage.
Dainty digits are careful, as they don’t have the luxury of protection from the heat of the caffeinated delight as her companion’s do. the scarlet-headed woman smiles softly, her glorified security bracelet sliding down her wrist a tad as she placed the cup & saucer on the overly-detailed tabletop.
❝ odd is an understatement, ❞ corners of ruby lips rise, jest in her tone. ❝ i feel that ‘ pleasantly abnormal ‘ is a nice way to put it, don’t you agree ? ❞
Emerald eyes look at the gauntlets that has become a common piece of his attire, having observed him donning them in the later years of her time in prison ; her comforting smile doesn’t falter, though it is clear that her attention is elsewhere. evelynn had questioned it before, with mixed results, but her minor prodding eventually lead to his confession for his deteriorating nerves.
She remembers how stubborn he was at first, an immovable object being pressed by an unsupportable force. his reaction to her tender advances was seen as a foreign concept, & yet her continued acts of kindheartedness became something they could both enjoy & talks about his health became the norm – in the privacy of his home, of course.
❝ the pattern on your gauntlets are different.. did you finally take one of my suggestions to heart ? ❞ gentle smile widens, her eyes scrunching at the corners with elation gleaming in her eyes as a playful chuckle escapes her.
❝ blue’s always been a lovely color on you.❞
his instinct is right && the fact that none of it shows across his demeanor is part of what leaves her grip to linger so long , while the rest of her turns STATUE as well . surely it has been established well enough : the faequeen’s actions lack any intent to cause him harm , ever-so-royal && d e m a n d i n g as they may still often times be . ( ensure attention , yes . scrutinize , most certainly . so much is true . ) yet she is temporarily dumb struck by such a poignant response of passivity . merely because it has been a number of lifetimes since someone did not , at the very least , flinch .
there is anger && there is bitterness && there is a shroud of comforting familiarity which lies in the reactions she’s invoked after so many years , because no matter what cities like piltover should LIKE to believe , there are too many ways in which the world has hardly changed . && while that spans over a wide range of complex , layered expectations for toothiana to rely on , one of the most simple is that to all of them , for one reason or another , she is a threat . all their bolstering of a dare to foster trust && something so simple has her suspicions screeching raw into her ears . it’s not merely a matter of permitting talons to rest so close to his throat , it is permitting much , much more . the sound of her name drives this through with intensity because it means that jayce KNOWS with certainty what who she is when he responds with such credence && that , in turn , casts away that precious , comforting shroud . ¨ do you so often find yourself so comfortable in these manner of circumstances ? ¨ she asks in a low tone , quickly recovering into a far more content manner of haughtiness . ¨ what if i were searching for something which you do not have ? you have committed yourself to remaining here under my desires indefinitely . ¨ evidence to the contrary as her grip does release in a sudden motion , seemingly overtaken with an urgent need to nurture one hand with the other . it would appear they have come a long way since their little performance in zaun ;; a realization that places more WEIGHT on the limited space between them than she finds herself agreeable with . what questionable offence had drawn her initial skepticism && inspection apparently now cast aside in favor of carrying onward without further delay .
¨ in the interest of trust , let us both avoid stumbling into any habits of offering more than what we have to give , shall we ? ¨
@defensator ♢ continued from this .
"you know, there are a few reasons why i don't come to zaun often," jayce sounds almost casual, the nonchalant expression he has on only contributing to that imagery. it's jarring, considering the circumstances, but viktor of all people would likely know how odd the man can be. "this," he gestures between them, meaning their unfortunate chance meeting. "is one of them."
“No, no. The pleasure is all mine.” He retorted facetiously. “Although, I am interested to hear of any reason that would bring you down here.”
there's an aura to this woman, one that feels quite particular. jayce is not well-versed in magic, so he can't quite put his finger on why. "not from here, are you?" the defender asks; they are near the sun gates. it's common for foreigners to be around and to the born and raised piltovan, she looks just the part.
to see the world through a mortal’s rose - tinted lenses —- oh, she would give anything to hold that luxury with the curves of her palms once again, to live in ephemerality, to cherish all that she had, all that the world was, for the fleeting moments she had to tread upon the earth, but mortal life was not hers to claim. it was not her birth right —- it never had been. having a mother who ascended to the world of aspects denied her of that from the moment she was born. morgana did not always resent her immortality. once upon a time, she looked upon it as a gift, as her chance to make her mark upon the world, to bring to it and its people peace in the promise of halcyonic days. for a time, it had been so, until her heretic sister changed everything.
she could only smile softly at the man who had reached out his voice to her. she lifted her head slowly, smoothly, her every movements otherworldly to the eyes of those who were not. there was a slight knowing resting within the curves of her lips, a glimmer of mischief swirling within her bewitching amaranthine eyes. averting her gaze, she turned her head and peered toward the gates beyond them and placed a hand upon her hips.
“ no, ” morgana began, “ i am not. ” laughter rang like a melodious bell. it faded like the whispers of the sea, as the tides gently came to kiss the sand upon the shores. “ would you believe me if i told you demacia was my home ? ”
⋆ — “This probably doesn’t need to be said, but ... Jayce is more fucked up than me. That’s all I’m sayin’.”
