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Viktor doesn't laugh outright, but the minute shaking of his shoulders and the smirk on his face as he turns back to the chalkboard says it all: he's enjoying this. Watching Jayce squirm is always his idea of fun (within reason), but watching him positively fight with himself over his desires vs. his sense of professionalism is a new and interesting game that Viktor hadn't anticipated ever partaking in.

"I have things, do I? You must tell me what they are someday." Viktor's tone is casual, nonchalant. He's new to this--flirting, relationships, all of it--and has done little more than get, hm, handsy with Jayce during a few kisses, but he has no doubt Jayce might have noticed a few things about his preferences. His love of Jayce's hands, maybe, or the way his gaze lingers when he catches him coming out of the forge; or his obvious smugness when Jayce follows his lead or obeys a murmured command to kiss him again; or... Viktor pauses. His hand has been hovering uselessly over his equation, unmoving.

"I really thought you were just claustrophobic," he laughs, temporarily giving up on the problem he's been working on. His head is full of--decidedly non-work-related imagery. "But, now I see why you were so, eh... flushed when we came out." He looks sideways at Jayce, eyes crinkling. "Quick to disappear, too."

@recursiveimpulse asked: ” so that’s a thing for you, huh ? duly noted. “

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 his face in a mixture of embarrassment and shame is powerful, but jayce just manages to skirt the urge, instead working jaw as he pointedly finds a place to stare at, beyond the other man working on being an utter 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 in their workspace. he doesn't have much of a sense of restraint around viktor, never has ; but it's different now that they've been intimate, has a more charged effect to the space between them, to the composure that jayce can manage around other. they have to be professional in the workspace ;

& he gets that, but it's utterly 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 when other uses that to his seeming advantage, teases jayce with the proximity but the knowledge that he has to withhold obvious distraction until their task of the day is attended to. ❝ i doubt you're just going to let that go, right ? ❞ jayce anticipates having this knowledge used 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 him in future. maybe not the immediate future, but viktor's a genius, & the information is bound to be stored somewhere for later retrieval. he gives a soft sigh, then a low chuckle, because fuck it, he might as well have fun with it too. ❝ you're too observant for your own good, anyone ever tell you that ? it works 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 ways, you know. i know you have . . . things too. ❞

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"Hammer work is such a delicate art."

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[  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident.

From Jayce

“A little close, don’t you think,” says Viktor mildly, glancing down at the hand much too far up his thigh. He knows Jayce only meant to clap him on the knee and misjudged. He also knows that Jayce will be mortified, which is perhaps the only reason Viktor finds himself… relatively unbothered, visibly trying not to laugh as he watches the realisation set in on Jayce’s face.

He can’t help it: he cracks, laughing behind his hand as Jayce snatches his own hand back like he’s just committed a crime. “It’s fine!”

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[  CLOSER  ]  *  my muse comes closer, invading more of your muses personal space.

From Jayce

Viktor is so used to Jayce's closeness these days that he usually doesn't really notice it; they've spent enough days and nights huddled at the same workbench or notebook or chalkboard together now that being shoulder to shoulder is nothing to him now. Jayce is much more--how to put it--effusive in his friendship, and Viktor's become accustomed to that, too.

Which is why it's all the stranger that when Jayce leans down to speak in his ear, his lips just shy of brushing Viktor's skin, Viktor's body reacts like he's suddenly started running a marathon. His heartrate quickens; his breath gets stuck somewhere in his chest. The back of his neck starts to burn as if he's been caught doing something embarrassing, which is baffling--it's just Jayce, for fuck's sake.

Viktor clears his throat. "Hang on, I can't hear you over the..." He leans away to turn off the delicate machinery he's working on, putting space between them, then swivels in his chair to face Jayce directly. His expression betrays some of his nerves, his hands fidgeting the moment they're unoccupied. "What were you saying?"

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[  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident.

From Huck

It's nothing, really. An accidental brush of the hand just above Viktor's hip as the Herald allows Huck to adjust his robe for him: perhaps humouring them, letting them feel like they're repaying a debt they don't really owe by serving him. But when Huck touches him there's a spark of feeling in his otherwise lifeless metal flesh, and the Herald's expression blanks. He stares straight ahead for too long trying to catalogue the feeling. Trying to understand it, even as the visage of Sky on his other side takes his arm to--hm. To make him ignore it?

Viktor shifts ever so slightly. He rests his hand on Huck's shoulder to halt him, gently, the fastenings on his robe well-secured.

"That will do. Thank you."

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What would you say to your younger self?

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"What... am I?"

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nothing serious just color practicing on this pretty boy<3

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league!jayce x arcane!viktor

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❛  is this okay or do you want me to stop?  ❜ - Jack (actual consent king jack holloway)

Viktor looked puzzled, like he hadn't considered that he might need to stop in the first place. Like he hadn't known it was an option to start something and then not follow through with it, and was presently recalibrating his understanding of intimacy to account for this. Jack had picked up on something in him that Viktor himself was not aware of, a hesitation, a reluctance, and it was presently throwing him entirely off-balance. He was fine.

Wasn't he?

"Ah," said Viktor articulately, then, "Hm." He was looking at his hands on Jack's chest instead of meeting his eyes. They didn't entirely feel like his own, which was perplexing, because he knew he'd been enjoying this. It was nice to touch and be touched by someone gentle, someone kind. Jack was both of those things and more.

Viktor thought about it, then gently pressed his hands forwards to ease Jack away from him. "I think I am, erm," he started, hesitated, then tried again. "Overwhelmed?" He looked up at Jack finally, pupils dilated, the back of his neck burning. Spit it out, Viktor. "Enjoying it... too much, maybe."

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Viktor's third hand claw - 25/many

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i joked about kicking him in the ribs but today it feels like I'VE been kicked in the ribs. whenever i move or breathe in, whatever inflammation is going on in there twinges sharply, and it sucks. nothing to worry about, probably just costochondritis or pleurisy as usual, but. OW.

[poking Viktor] WAKE UP, BOY.

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“is now a bad time to tell you i’m claustrophobic?” - Molly

“There isn’t much I can do about that,” Viktor gritted out, every nerve in his body feeling frayed by the overwhelmingly close proximity. Molly was pressed up against him—not her fault—and his attempts to flatten himself back against the wall to put more distance between them only served to make his back scream. It was bearable, albeit upsetting, but he wasn’t sure his legs were going to hold him up for much longer. He also wasn’t sure they had a choice.

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hc.

viktor doesn’t do much for his birthday, but one thing he does do every year is go down to the Lanes to get a sweet pastry from a stall thats been open there since before he was born. its a pain in the ass to get down there now—let alone getting back up—which is part of why he doesn’t bother at any other time of year lmfao.

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[poking Viktor] WAKE UP, BOY.

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augmentation

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"I was consulting a friend about our quandary. I told you, I knew someone."