#u know what i changed this up on u not 2 genius inventors investing in a similar future but remix it to the defender and his mh

[hextehc]

are you drunk ? OKAY NO this is the last one

yeah, let viktor laugh, let him mock at the defender of piltover being absolutely sloshed and for what reason? he hasn't entertained galas, parties, or celebrations for some time unless forced as a plus one. making it to zaun as a drunk is a skill but what if he said he got drunk at one of these bars while waiting for a certain herald that wasn't home at the moment. it's pathetic, yeah; never catch him in a situation such as this but... he needed to see him. whether it was him gutted with being hung by his own gore or the feeling of his finger tips against his scalp to soothe, he's pleased for either. he still feels the ghost of seductive fingers brushing across his shoulders and the push up of breasts for a hopeful lay later it was such an easy shrug off. feelings are very reminiscent of someone who crawls back to an ex - partner all because they miss them — wait no, this is exactly what this was.

i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. is what he wants to tell himself but he's still so in love with a love reminiscent to the moon in the sky; bright when it's dark and out of reach.

deciding it was enough with several different drinks and shots in his system, he comes back to viktor's place, stumbling and head swirling. in the midst of green fog, some signs and streets look similar but somehow he made it without falling face first or throwing up in an alley and being unable to function from intoxication. it was easy to enter, and there he was, in all of his metal glory. it leaves a bad taste in his mouth but he wasn't here to ridicule viktor in getting rid of those aspects that he admired wholeheartedly. " viktor... " he manages to slur out, unfocused and feeling separated from his body entirely but seeing him sinks him back into reality, only for a moment. the mutter of his name sounds so relieved, finally able to relax upon approaching him.

he reaches for his gloved hand to gently hold his masked cheek to place a passionate kiss right upon it. he wished it were his lips instead, he wished it were other things, but he'll settle on anything that is so incredibly viktor.

until @toaugment asks, " are you drunk? "

when he pulls away, he's panting and watching the way the plate fogs up and his own eyes are glassy and cheeks flushed. his weight stumble and leans into the herald to keep his balance and remain upright. he can't help but smile slightly, dopey and uneven, even hair falling a little in front of his eyes. " yeah... janna, i missed you, v. " it doesn't even matter if he does or does not feel the same, numb to a sense of rejection right now. laugh it up. mock, scorn, it doesn't matter, he's ready for harsh words to come his way. ( soften up. yearn, crave, it doesn't matter, he's ready for pity to come his way. ) a hand rests upon where a hexcrystal lightly buzzes in his chest, fully leaning into him. " i'll leave soon, just let me... " and he leans into kiss him again, the taste of metal on his lips warm and cold all the same. his other hand grabs viktor's metal one to place it upon his hips, an excuse to pull in closer.

" tell me what you've been up to. " then his head tilts, humming softly then kissing down the side of his mask. you've been missing me too, i can tell — is what he wants to say but keeps quiet, looking at the disfigured mirror of his face. however, he's so intoxicated that it's hard to discern whether it's him and not a shadow of his former self. " other than developing tools to blow up piltover. " morbid curiosity.