Soft-? [Viktor can think of many other things he is right now; disgustingly grimy, soaked cold, freshly bleeding. Soft takes him out of that mindset. Of course that is what Jayce notices first and foremost, before peppering his pale skin in desperate kisses,]
Well, you're... warm, again. [his arms clutch around Jayce, feeling the fullness of his form. Not so collapsed and withered in on itself. More like he is when freshly fed- or, really, more like he was before all this. Terrible, how Viktor acclimated to their new state of being so quickly. He didn't hold tight to his old self the way Jayce had. The way Jayce still did... but he knows if he were Jayce, he'd want things back the way they were before his revival, before his death, before this awful pit-]
What am I saying..? You are always a very... warm man. [as a person, in his soul, Jayce will always be warm]
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Well, you're... warm, again. [his arms clutch around Jayce, feeling the fullness of his form. Not so collapsed and withered in on itself. More like he is when freshly fed- or, really, more like he was before all this. Terrible, how Viktor acclimated to their new state of being so quickly. He didn't hold tight to his old self the way Jayce had. The way Jayce still did... but he knows if he were Jayce, he'd want things back the way they were before his revival, before his death, before this awful pit-]
What am I saying..? You are always a very... warm man. [as a person, in his soul, Jayce will always be warm]