you know, jumping from the balcony is starting to look like a much better alternative than listening to this, or learning, in the worst way, that the convoy's walls were as thin as paper. wrap that up with the little bow tie that is shared thoughts on blast and jayce considers death better than the limelight he's in now. as a joke. a joke that has him chuckling out of sheer irony. can't get any more dead than this, actually. conclusion: intention tabled.
something else goes splat on the floor, instead; the thickest ribbon of saliva falling off the hinges of his unsettling maw. as much as this guy is inconvenient, at least he's trying? you've got your fellas transposed and the obvious he's seven feet tall he thinks, half biting in his protectiveness towards anything that viktor is capable of, because that is the most capable man he's had the honor, pleasure and insanity of meeting—
to counteract this terrible possibility of accidentally oversharing more than what's already been, jayce starts to, instead, think of science. reciting formulas in his head until he comes down to examples, solves those. it's easier to think of this as the background noise than accidentally flash anything else that's obscenely private. that isn't to say viktor should go easy on him nor can he not handle it himself, he could totally handle all of that. he handled mel maderda and well anyway—
he ends up settling with: viktor's the most efficient man i know, with thoughts drifting to everything viktor can do with absolute competence. engineer work, theories, completing his equations, complimenting his work. ]
cw: suicide ideation (in a comical sense)
you know, jumping from the balcony is starting to look like a much better alternative than listening to this, or learning, in the worst way, that the convoy's walls were as thin as paper. wrap that up with the little bow tie that is shared thoughts on blast and jayce considers death better than the limelight he's in now. as a joke. a joke that has him chuckling out of sheer irony. can't get any more dead than this, actually. conclusion: intention tabled.
something else goes splat on the floor, instead; the thickest ribbon of saliva falling off the hinges of his unsettling maw. as much as this guy is inconvenient, at least he's trying? you've got your fellas transposed and the obvious he's seven feet tall he thinks, half biting in his protectiveness towards anything that viktor is capable of, because that is the most capable man he's had the honor, pleasure and insanity of meeting—
to counteract this terrible possibility of accidentally oversharing more than what's already been, jayce starts to, instead, think of science. reciting formulas in his head until he comes down to examples, solves those. it's easier to think of this as the background noise than accidentally flash anything else that's obscenely private.
that isn't to say viktor should go easy on him nor can he not handle it himself, he could totally handle all of that. he handled mel maderda and well anyway—
he ends up settling with: viktor's the most efficient man i know, with thoughts drifting to everything viktor can do with absolute competence. engineer work, theories, completing his equations, complimenting his work. ]