i don't think chetta would ever see or have visited viktor in his commune, but if i can imagine how jarring it would be for them to see him. what was once a carved marble face that would push all his affection he held into his amber eyes, now a cracking porcelain and metallic fusion of disinterest. almost bored by the fact that they are in front of him, only to be sparked alive at the idea of healing their imperfections. oh, how chetta would run from his touch and gaze, not wanting to be another equation to solve. oh, the tears that would be shed.
maybe i should write a "what if". . .















