[ oh, he has not . . . allowed himself this for some time, now. only viktor had seen jayce's embrace after his altering journey from the depths of hell to the crevices of purgatory. jayce had been more readily inclined, throughout his life. to hug his mother, mel, viktor— people who meant something to him, and people he was comfortable extending his heart to. there were a few moments of cracking, lingering hesitation, where his hand falters in the air and a stutter spasms in his throat— until jayce too, finally gives in, in full. the bandages keeping his chest cavity blanketed bends to the push under his shirt. luckily, after just feeding, his frame isn't so cruelly frigid, anymore.
it is nice to have, when one had been so alone for so much time. jayce's sturdy, focused facet fractures into pieces; in a friend's arms he is who has been harmed enough to hide: an emotional thing with a lot of care needed, a lot of care to give. ]
And you didn't.
[ his voice cracks. quietly, the heightened peak of his frenzy comes crashing. he cries. ]
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it is nice to have, when one had been so alone for so much time. jayce's sturdy, focused facet fractures into pieces; in a friend's arms he is who has been harmed enough to hide: an emotional thing with a lot of care needed, a lot of care to give. ]
And you didn't.
[ his voice cracks. quietly, the heightened peak of his frenzy comes crashing. he cries. ]