[ Jayce is... intimately familiar with that tumbling feeling, the pull at his center of gravity, the uncertainty and the exhilaration. It's a sensation he's been chasing for years, strange and otherworldly, something he's never been able to replicate, not with all his knowledge, not with Hextech. There were times he'd thought that if he could muster up the courage to tell Viktor, he could have helped him figure it out, but there had always been something more important, something else to do, that he'd never gotten around to it.
There are so many things he didn't get around to, too many bitter words on his tongue. Jayce hears the cracking of glass and all he can think of is... ]
Viktor—! [ Jolting awake, Jayce had nearly fallen out of the bed in his haste to get up, his legs all tangled in the bedclothes. He stumbles through the room, hand braced against the wall, chasing the sounds he thinks he hears, a familiar voice, that little verbal tic he would know anywhere.
Without thinking, or pausing, or really processing, Jayce turns the figure around, bracing him with his big, trembling hands, holding him up, or in place, or just here, like he's a figment of Jayce's overactive imagination, or the last spark of life in a brain that's— ] Viktor?
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There are so many things he didn't get around to, too many bitter words on his tongue. Jayce hears the cracking of glass and all he can think of is... ]
Viktor—! [ Jolting awake, Jayce had nearly fallen out of the bed in his haste to get up, his legs all tangled in the bedclothes. He stumbles through the room, hand braced against the wall, chasing the sounds he thinks he hears, a familiar voice, that little verbal tic he would know anywhere.
Without thinking, or pausing, or really processing, Jayce turns the figure around, bracing him with his big, trembling hands, holding him up, or in place, or just here, like he's a figment of Jayce's overactive imagination, or the last spark of life in a brain that's— ] Viktor?