[Viktor is practically yanked off the ground and into Jayce's embrace. He's warm again, despite the cold and wet clinging to them, Jayce feels alive. Viktor feels fragile. He hates that, longs for his more sturdy form, his body of metal and arcane energy. They're just... men, once more.
His hands curl around Jayce and cling, mindful of the injury scarred across the man's back. It has been a long while since Viktor's fingertips were so soft and giving against skin,]
I'm here, I'm here, Jayce... [a heartbroken chuckle, still caught up in the hazy humor of their catastrophe] ... I'm trying to stop... from dying on you.
[that's what this body feels like, after all. Like being on the edge of death, that final line before oblivion. Viktor could never just go easy into that vast night, he would be dragged out of the world clawing and screaming. Even when he felt such crushing guilt that he might throw himself off that edge, take control back for himself one final time, all it took was Jayce's voice to pull him away from death. He can't just leave Jayce behind. He can't.]
cw: attempted suicide mention
His hands curl around Jayce and cling, mindful of the injury scarred across the man's back. It has been a long while since Viktor's fingertips were so soft and giving against skin,]
I'm here, I'm here, Jayce... [a heartbroken chuckle, still caught up in the hazy humor of their catastrophe] ... I'm trying to stop... from dying on you.
[that's what this body feels like, after all. Like being on the edge of death, that final line before oblivion. Viktor could never just go easy into that vast night, he would be dragged out of the world clawing and screaming. Even when he felt such crushing guilt that he might throw himself off that edge, take control back for himself one final time, all it took was Jayce's voice to pull him away from death. He can't just leave Jayce behind. He can't.]