[ thank god he's not actually person shaped right now because then that would look weird. luckily, jayce is tactile by heart, and these little gestures are comforting for him.
jayce thinks of what else he does with his hands; precious things. his preferred tools. they create. little images of brief memory flash as he attempts to see them himself, through his minds eyes as his actual hands, palms up, begin to gently flex and rub against fingerpads. of forging, hammering out impurities as a smith. engineering, solding parts together. creating. for embracing, remembering the touch of his palm flat against his mother's back as she squeezed him tight. the way his hands curled around mel's with his head in her lap, her face framed in beauty and bittersweet remembrance, where he'd kiss her wrist with profound gentleness. he missed her, even when they've grown apart. accepting vows, tight around the hilt of a hammer that both was and wasn't his. jayce keeps thinking and thinking until each fleeting memory begins to pile, one on top of the other. until he is using his pinky to gently hook into the cuffs of viktor's current golden-metal decor. jayce.
he is doing a good job so far, at keeping focus. if i had a favorite part of me, jayce starts, incredibly soft compared to his current exterior, they'd be my hands. ]
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jayce thinks of what else he does with his hands; precious things. his preferred tools. they create. little images of brief memory flash as he attempts to see them himself, through his minds eyes as his actual hands, palms up, begin to gently flex and rub against fingerpads. of forging, hammering out impurities as a smith. engineering, solding parts together. creating. for embracing, remembering the touch of his palm flat against his mother's back as she squeezed him tight. the way his hands curled around mel's with his head in her lap, her face framed in beauty and bittersweet remembrance, where he'd kiss her wrist with profound gentleness. he missed her, even when they've grown apart. accepting vows, tight around the hilt of a hammer that both was and wasn't his. jayce keeps thinking and thinking until each fleeting memory begins to pile, one on top of the other. until he is using his pinky to gently hook into the cuffs of viktor's current golden-metal decor. jayce.
he is doing a good job so far, at keeping focus. if i had a favorite part of me, jayce starts, incredibly soft compared to his current exterior, they'd be my hands. ]