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[sinnersmarch-a]

A sleepy kiss | viktor & jayce | @kindredsmercy

Viktor got used to spending nights in the bathroom. Sleeping slouched between the tub and the toilet, back against the wall, legs bent against the tile. All so he could reach the toilet before the morning sickness had him doubled over. Once it had come in the hall. That had been a terrible bout of scrubbing that he refused to subject Jayce to– even as the chemicals of the cleaning solution made him sick all over again. He’d start his night in bed with Jayce, but there was always the moment when he felt his stomach squirm and he had to get up. Climbing out of his lover’s arms to curl up on the bathroom floor instead. All for a baby smaller than a raspberry at the moment.

And he tried to get back in bed before Jayce got back up in the morning. Tried to save face that he wasn’t as sick as he was for 8 weeks. That the hallway was a one-off and he was holding up with mild discomfort. He could manage. But this wasn’t managing, and Jayce had come close to catching him a time or two. Getting up as he was coming in from the bathroom because he had to go himself.

Tonight it was about 5:30AM by the time he felt like he wasn’t going to throw up all over the bed if he went to lay down. So, he got himself up and brushed his teeth– breathing hard through his nose the entire time –and limped back to bed with the wall as support. He’d left his cane in the bedroom. Nothing had changed since he’d gotten back up at midnight. Except maybe that Jayce was sleeping on his stomach now, arm stretched over Viktor’s pillow like he was searching for him. It tugged at something in Viktor’s chest to see him, but he only crossed the room toward the bed.

He was just sitting down when Jayce shifted suddenly, and the motion of it made Viktor lurch halfway around. Jayce was picking his head up off of the pillow, looking at him with his eyes clouded with sleep. He wasn’t quite awake, but more aware than half-asleep. The arm on his pillow slid to prop him up and he mumbled something unintelligible that sounded almost like “What’s going on?”.

“Nothing, Jayce–” Viktor spoke softly, reaching out to brush dark hair out of the other’s eyes and trailing his fingers down his cheek. “–Everything’s fine.” Pulling his legs up, he situated himself beside Jayce beneath the comforter, laying on his side so he was facing him. And for a moment he was still, watching him in silence as he laid his head back down, watching him back and fighting sleep. It was endearing and Viktor couldn’t help but smile. Scooting close to press a kiss to his sleepy lover’s lips, he lingered there a moment before whispering gently. “Go back to sleep, Jayce.”

[incubabe]

@kindredsmercy

"I recognize it's something of an unusual request, and I don't ask it with my eyes closed. I've been fortunate so far with those who lack your experience." It was fair enough that Riley chose her words with precision; presumably, a professional killer hardly needed to be told of her specialty. A little strange, still. Only Riley's skill in the delicate business of favor-trading had landed her this assassin's audience. (Was it better or worse that she was strikingly handsome, on top? Tough to say.)

"But if I'm prepared for the best, I can at least live in comfortable ignorance of the rest. And -- bonus -- I have an extra ticket to the Chestnut Street theater. They're doing Arsenic and Old Lace, supposed to be really funny. I'm prepared to offer you it gratis as thanks for hearing me out."

[emwrcte]

@kindredsmercy | Plotted Starter

‴  Thought you two might want these back. ‴

One after another, eldlock visages come to rest on the Hokora. Each one placed with a gentle care, a quiet breath leaves the young man's lips. He'd imagined that moment for a while now. Thoughts process themselves as words slipping out of his mouth.

‴  Wolf. Lamb. ‴  Gauntlet extends, then retracts as fingers curl. Nope, bad idea. Use matches. The blonde reaches into the front pocket and roots around until he finds the small tinderbox; taking one of the sticks and lighting it with one of the candles that still had a meek flame. ‴  Thank you. ‴

A soft smile and slow hand carry the tiny flame from candle to candle decorating the Kindred's shrine. That sounded way better in my head. He finds a laugh, eyes lowering as the humor saves his image. ‴  I don't know for sure if you met my ma and pa but.. If you have, ‴

He falters, then. Expression softening as the last candle embraces a dancing orange light; his words returning as he follows smoke burning from wicks into the twilight sky. Smile struggling a hard-fought return as the stars greet his eyes just above the setting horizon.

‴  Thanks. For being there with them, at the end. ‴  Beside the twin masks, a gauntlet nudges a cup while the other pours sake. Blue hues looking into the carved visages placed on the Hokora before eyes close in order to peer at the color of his sleep. ‴  I hope you'll be there for me too, one day. We've got to meet some day right? ‴

Eyes open as he takes a step back. The curve of his lips now settled, bittersweet and content. ‴ ... And if you haven't met my folks? ‴  The last lingering moment he hangs on his words, Ezreal's hand lightly places down a small bit of dried fish wrapped in seaweed. Fingers scooting it neatly by the eldlock Wolf snout, hands coming to rest in his pockets as he took in the shrine. It was small, a little old. But now it had some lit candles and a few offerings. They deserved that much.

‴  Point a guy in the right direction when you get a second, alright? ‴  Head bows itself. Janna, that was bad. Turning on his heel as he fosters one last fond look at the tucked away altar to death. ‴ I'm gonna  regret  leaving those masks... Heh.. Have a good Spirit Blossom, you two. ‴

[onebigerror]

@kindredsmercy asked: "you promised me.“ (sevika & jinx) // still accepting this meme

how could someone simultaneously piss her off and be her biggest weakness all at the same time? somehow jinx had pulled this off and it baffled sevika to no end. it had been a long day and she just wanted to have a drink and unwind. and here was jinx whining about some promise. whether it was real or imaginary remained to be seen. she sat back rubbing her temples as she steeled herself in preparation for the question she was about to ask.

"oh i did?" she said a lot of things to pacify jinx so she could have a little peace. those weren't promises. those were peace offerings. sanity savers if you will. the words 'i promise' rarely came out of sevika's mouth. promises were sacred. they were meant to be kept. she didn't take those kind of things lightly. sevika - for all her faults - was a woman of her word. she remembered the one time she had promised something and failed. she'd promised her mother she'd be back for her and that she'd save her from her father. it was a promise she never got to keep and it haunted her to this day. now anything jinx took as a promise was probably not one at all. it was probably a 'want.' "and just what did i promise you, jinx?"

[sinnersmarch-a]

“ Oh, just to hang around with? “ | jayce @ viktor | @kindredsmercy

Viktor stared at Jayce like he'd grown a second head, halfway through pouring cat food into a dish for Rio, frozen. It wasn't like they hadn't talked about kids in some distant future in some drunken fugue that he could deny the next morning, but Jayce wasn't talking about years from now. He was talking about now. Presently. Trying for a baby.

Rio let out a protest for her food and Viktor nearly jumped out of his skin. Nearly dropped the dish too. He set it down quickly to which she immediately began to inspect it and turned back to Jayce, folding down the bag.

"Jayce--" What was he supposed to say? What do you say to something like that? Just an offhanded comment that Jayce had been building on for days now. Starting with a hypothetical and now it was something more concrete. "--A baby?"

His accent thickens for a second, giving away his awkwardness on the subject. Was this how couples opened up this conversation? Was this supposed to be the next step? They weren't married, though he didn't know a queer couple in Piltover that was. Zaun maybe. He set the cat food on the counter and stepped around the island to pad into the living room. Jayce was on the couch and though he didn't join him, Viktor leaned on the back and folded his hands as he tipped his head.

"When did you start thinking about this?"

[sinnersmarch-a]

"you didn't have to do all this for me." | viktor & jayce | @kindredsmercy

Viktor grinned up at him as the cheers of “surprise” and pops of confetti poppers died down behind him and, for a moment, it was just him and Jayce. The din of their guests died away into the background as Viktor leaned on his cane and quirked a smile.

“Of course I did,” he chuckled lightly, “You only turn 25 once they say.” Stepping a little closer, he leaned in close to his would-be lover and spoke softly then. Voice thick with accent and heady emotion. He can smell the musk of Jayce’s sweat on his neck and how it mixes with his own cologne. “You’ll get to unwrap your present later~”

He’s wearing a backless top in a light, flowing fabric. It’s purple trimmed with gold and tightens into a sash at his waist. The collar is high, with beads sewn into the embroidery and delicate buttons down his nape. Mel might have helped him pick it out. It’s not his usual fashion at all, and maybe that’s the point. She’s watching them from across the room and when Viktor pecked a kiss to Jayce’s cheek and took his hand to drag him further into the room, she raised her glass of champagne to the happy couple.

[sinnersmarch-a]

"i'll stay until you fall asleep." | jayce for vik | @kindredsmercy

The sentiment is kind. Gentle words spoken over the din of a hospital room as Viktor breathes ragged breaths into the space between them. Head turned in Jayce’s direction, watching him worry. Hands clasped with his elbows on his knees. Brow furrowed like he’s trying to solve a problem with some new tech or machine. Maybe he is. Viktor’s nothing mechanical, but this was a problem that needed solving. Otherwise…

He didn’t want to think about dying. It was too final. There was too much he wanted to do– needed to do. Too much time he wanted to spend with Jayce. 

He sighs against a weight in his chest and blinks his eyes a few times tiredly. He isn’t exactly sleepy, but he can feel sleep coming like the tide coming in. He’s sitting on the beach, waiting to be swept away.

“Thank you.” he mumbles, though he isn’t sure if it’s for staying or getting him here. He isn’t sure if Jayce carried him or called for help. Had he caused a scene? Either way he might’ve. How many people know now, he wonders. More than he wanted with Jayce now. There’s something sentimental he wants to say, but he doesn’t. He just watches Jayce get blurry with fatigue and blinks a few more times until his eyes close finally. Relaxing into the bed with another sigh as sleep takes him over.

[onebigerror]

@kindredsmercy liked this for a sin starter // still accepting

sevika came home in a mood after work. nothing new. she was always in a mood and it just had become worse since they'd come to call piltover their home. she hated the top city and everything it stood for. she hated that she'd even decided to stay there. but that was all for isha and jinx. they deserved a better life - a safer one than zaun could provide them for the time being - and if living in that stupid little apartment they all shared did that for them than that's just what would happen. suffer, deal, adapt. drink and take out her aggressions in a more carnal way.

entering the apartment she found jinx lounging on the couch doing nothing. as always. the place was a mess from whatever he had done that day. nothing productive. this just irritated sevika even more. she grumbled something inaudible under her breath as she stomped off towards the bedroom. instead of have the same old conversation as every day - one that went nowhere - today she'd take a different approach. she grabbed her strap, which she made no haste of attaching to her hips before securing her pants back over it. jinx was no stranger to this appendage either. in fact the brat had come to like it quite a bit.

when she re-entered the living room she went over to the couch and yanked the smaller woman up by her arms. "i'm going to fucking show you something. outside. now." she growled into her ear as she walked jinx out the back door and onto the little balcony that had nice view of the sun setting over lovely piltover. it also gave anyone that might be taking a late evening stroll a pretty unobstructed view of them. sevika did not care one bit. without another word sevika pushed him up against the railing, holding him in place with her weight.

"look at this shit place that we live in so i can keep you safe...to make a mess..." she busied herself unbuttoning jinx's pants and tugging them down. "and sit on the couch all day." thick fingers found their way between pale thighs and started to rub over her slit. "really look at it." spreading him slightly her finger brushed over his clit. "does this show you how much i love you?" sevika never said love. barely ever. in fact it was the first time she'd ever uttered that word to jinx. "and i'm going to show you while you look at fucking piltover."