[Leaning on the edge of the pod with one hand, he reaches out with the ungloved one to map Lucien's back with his fingers. He can't believe they're this closed, these very gashes he plucked metal out of not even an hour before this.]
My god... It's only been sixty minutes...
[He laughs, surprised, thrilled. Every single line in the skin he touches is threaded together. He drags his thumb down Lucien's spine as if he can find some seam left behind to break the illusion, but there's none.]
It's... amazing. I've never seen anything like that before, anything like this. That fact you can do this so easily is incredible.
What these pods can do... is groundbreaking. Technology like this could... save so many lives in the Undercity. Could improve so many lives affected by limb loss. I could even modify them to purify the toxins from the blood stream if I had the time and the right hex crystals.
Not that easily. Healing isn’t my specialty, never was very good at it. Brevyn used to leave the scars to make me practice, like an arsehole.
[ his skin shivers when the thumb goes down his spine, leaning back into that as well. there’s no seam or zipper, just ridges that rise from the skin closer to the base of his tail.
tilting his head to look back over his shoulder at viktor as he talks, gently snorting. ]
It’s weird how you don’t sound full of shit when you say things like that.
[ god. typical man. gets you half-naked and fondles you and then distracts himself with his evil plans.
he will turn himself back around at this point, tilting his head and looking up at him, like he’s trying to see if he can read intentions like he could with the power of the eyes. he doesn’t know who this bastard is, but sure. fuck him. fuck that bastard, fuck the mighty nein, fuck the somnovem and fuck the world.
reaching over to touch the hand viktor has clenched up, just lightly with the tips of his nails. ]
The hand almost immediately loosens, as if he hadn't realized he was clenching it to begin with. But this just means they are now basically holding hands because he doesn't put the hand down.]
Easy for you to say. I don't exactly have a "cleric" at my disposal. No fancy nanites or medbay pods either.
Firstly, Temenos is likely at your disposal, annoying gnat as he is. Secondly, we're supposedly showing up somewhere to return us at some point. This place is falling apart, doubt they'd miss one of these things if we shuffled it out quickly enough. Might need a third to help us lift it, though.
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yeah that's cool they can extremely heterosexually hold hands like this, straightly. ]
A bit. Suppose you're not a half-bad cleric yourself.
[Please don't encourage him to try pilfering one of the medbay pods. He just looks exasperated at this list of things.]
Why take one out when I can simply remember the schematics and make my own?
[Taps his temple with his other hand. The first hand is being straightly and heterosexually held.]
I can't take the credit for what revolutionary medicine the medbay gave you. [He pulls on Lucien's hand.] Come on. Go shower. [Pretends to sort of appraise Lucien's head.]
...I think your hair might be getting green again.
it could be the combination of incredibly obnoxious things viktor has just said (`I can simply remember the schematics` OKAY I GUESS), the whole genuine kindness and seeming to care about lucien's well-being like complete lunatic, and then the teasing on top that makes the horrible decision that's about to happen next ... happen next. because lucien has a reputation for being annoying and is going to make the most chaotically annoying decision possible.
which is going to be to gently allow himself to be pulled to his feet, and then pull viktor over by the hand so he can lean in and kiss him.
so sorry about it, not under my control. it was simply all the insane shit he just said. ]
This sequence of events would probably be completely obvious to any normal person, but it's not for him. He does not resist the pull, and he does not even resist the kiss. He does freeze in uncertainty like an absolute startled deer for several seconds before realization slams into him, and he eases back into a relaxed surprise where his hand settles on Lucien's arm.
He is left BAFFLED. He looks totally baffled, and then he looks extremely shy. There is no way someone would just KISS him.]
Um... Did... you mean to... fall... directly on my face? Or... did someone curse you too?
[ oh no viktor is the dumbest boy in school ............
he doesn't really get embarrassed because that's not exactly an emotion he's capable of, but he does get slightly. flustered? that he now has to stand here and explain the concept of kissing someone because they made you feel an emotion like some sort of child or intelligent dog might feel and that's somehow worse than falling into them mouth first.
he doesn't move back or anything though, just tilting his head slightly to the side. ]
No, I'm not bloody cursed. [ slightly offended at the suggestion he could possibly be cursed. ] I kissed you intentionally?
[HE IS. He is a genius, but socially, he is a fucking stooge.]
Oh.
[When you get surprised kissed silly, it takes several moments for your brain to catch up.] Oh. [He says this again LIKE IT WILL HELP MORE WORDS APPEAR IN HIS BRAIN. He keeps a hold of Lucien's arm like Lucien might drift away. He's embarrassed by himself, by being so smart, but in this moment, so lost and stupid.
All he can think to do is put his face directly into Lucien's neck and hide.]
Sorry, I... I've never been kissed before, [this sounds so pathetic to admit, he thinks] and now... suddenly people are kissing me.
[ honestly? very adorable. he isn't drifting away, instead he plonks his chin on top of viktor's head and leans into him. not enough to topple him over like the little victorian boy he is, but you know. gentle. ]
You know, it's funny, that's how it happens sometimes. One day you're minding your own business and everyone else is minding theirs, and the next you've unlocked some unknowable cosmic secret of charisma and become an irresistible target.
[ he doesn't mean that to be teasing he seems to be sincerely musing on the nature of the rizz. he hums. ]
Besides, you started it. You're the one that was doing all the flashing of that card at me at the party.
[If not for the lamenting guilt from a certain someone, he would not put any amount of credit into Lucien's explanation. He'd think there is no way he has gained some random charisma.
But that might not be entirely true.
He bumps Lucien's chin as he lifts his head back up to look indignant.]
Me? I didn't just pick that card, you know. Someone gave it to me. You were just unlucky enough to be next in line.
[It dawns on him he's standing there arguing with Lucien about the stupid party game cards when Lucien has a) just kissed him, and b) is leaning in closer. Color stretches up his neck into his face.
Okay, well, he panics in his effort to figure out how to navigate this and very suddenly and quickly smooches Lucien on the mouth which only makes him more embarrassed at his own brashness, so he starts trying to turn away like they are going to get ready to leave!!]
he was leaning into the kiss, starting to settle in right as viktor starts to turn and pull away like he's left the oven on somewhere. he snorts a laugh - so apparently his mood is improving rapidly. good thing that's going to last!! ]
You have to relax about 10-- no, 20 percent, darling. Most of the rumors about infernals have absolutely no veracity, especially the ones that involve goats.
[ reaching up to gently turn him back with a hand on his cheek, pulling him into the kiss again since he seems receptive to trying at least. ]
[Well, he was going to say he wasn't worried about race because Runeterra also has mutant humanoids, and there are throes of them in the Undercity (of course there are), but Lucien is back to kissing him again!!
The logical part of his brain thinks this is an insane point in time to be making out, if he's honest. The other part is, actually, a completely normal fucking dude once it's finally happening so brrrr kiss good.
His hand curls tightly into Lucien's arm--maybe he is a little nervous--but then it slowly relaxes as he leans inward.]
[ why would it not be a good time to be making out in the medbay. there's only about 20 injured people wandering around armless who could walk in at any moment. he'll wind a hand over to his waist, pulling him in closer. for the record, he does have a forked tongue and it is pierced.
eventually though, he sort of plonks his head against viktor's shoulder, sighing out so heavily. ]
Also, why the fuck does he go immediately from idiot virgin to shark bites and make outs with the pierced, forked alternative person?! IT'S BIZARRE, but unfortunately not terrible. Not sure if the bar is going up or really far down for everyone else.
Even though he had been unsure of what to do with his hands, they somehow naturally ended up on Lucien all the same. The one at the back of Lucien's neck curls into the bottom of the tied hair like petting while he tries to swallow his lack of breath and pounding heart.]
Well, if you were less concerned with my mouth and more with yourself... You need to eat. And rest. Not in the medbay pod. Actual rest. [POT, KETTLE.] ...Throne won't take the bed from me no matter what I say.
Lucien can practically hear the eyerolling in how Viktor's head moves. He drops his shoulder to force Lucien to straighten up. So he can give Lucien the exasperated look.]
Not without showering first. You smell like Stillwater Hold.
[He reaches up, twining one finger around and around the strand of fringe hanging in the front. He pulls, not painfully, but not gently, before releasing it so it makes a lil curl.]
What do you want to eat? I'll bring you something.
[ FINE, he straightens up, scrunching up his nose when he gets the one-two punch of being accused of smelling and getting his hair sproinged. he gets the point at least, he feels pretty gross. there were a lot of corpses in the cyoa. ]
Anything solid. If I see any more porridge-like substances today, I'm going to start another riot. Apart from that, I don't care - I'm probably not going to eat it.
[ he will actually pull away at that, going to collect his coat and starting to yank it on - there's a lot of holes in the back of it, but it'll do for a walk to the showers and back. ]
When Lucien turns away for the coat, he reaches up to idly touch his lips for a thoughtful second. Then his face sort of squishes up when he sees the holes in the back of the coat. Jesus. He's very clearly staring at Lucien's back until his eyes flick up.]
[ he either doesn't seem to notice the staring, or isn't quite sure what to do with it when it happens - heading for the door, pausing before he exits to lean on one of the tables, rapping his knuckles against it idly and searching viktor's face for ... something or other. it's a bit inscrutable. ]
... Thanks. [ he doesn't specify for what out loud, but it's really making him feel normal. It's been a long time since anyone has bothered to treat him this way, or he's allowed himself to be treated like that. mortal. fallible. vulnerable, even. it isn't the worst feeling in the world, all things considered. cree brushing the blood from his face as she admonished him for recklessness, or brevyn teasing him for complaining about a silly injury. scenes from another lifetime. ] I'll see you in a few.
[He stands there stupidly, his hand slowly lowering from his face, unsure, feeling oddly appraised. For a moment in time, he looks kind of boyish, not like a dying thirty year old man.
Receiving the thanks surprises him which shows a little on his face, but it fades into a small, brief smile. He nods before turning back to the medbay.
Of course, he tidied up, but also gets his crutch. He could check on a few others... but isn't sure how long it'd take, and he thinks Lucien would be pathetically clawing at their door. Anyway, food.
For a dude with a "bad" leg, he sure is fast. Some extra clothes have been left in the bathroom by the sink; comfortable loose pants capped at the ankles and a shirt. It has a v-neck...... Someone's eye has conjured the exact right size.
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My god... It's only been sixty minutes...
[He laughs, surprised, thrilled. Every single line in the skin he touches is threaded together. He drags his thumb down Lucien's spine as if he can find some seam left behind to break the illusion, but there's none.]
It's... amazing. I've never seen anything like that before, anything like this. That fact you can do this so easily is incredible.
What these pods can do... is groundbreaking. Technology like this could... save so many lives in the Undercity. Could improve so many lives affected by limb loss. I could even modify them to purify the toxins from the blood stream if I had the time and the right hex crystals.
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[ his skin shivers when the thumb goes down his spine, leaning back into that as well. there’s no seam or zipper, just ridges that rise from the skin closer to the base of his tail.
tilting his head to look back over his shoulder at viktor as he talks, gently snorting. ]
It’s weird how you don’t sound full of shit when you say things like that.
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[It's clear by his expression he is already thinking a hundred miles a minute about the theorericals! But he focuses, brows furrowing.]
I can do it... I don't care what that bastard says... I can do it, and I can do it without hurting anyone.
[He brushes one of the healed scars and then straightens, curling that hand into a fist.]
I just need... more time first. I just need time, and I can make things like this to help the people of Zaun.
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he will turn himself back around at this point, tilting his head and looking up at him, like he’s trying to see if he can read intentions like he could with the power of the eyes. he doesn’t know who this bastard is, but sure. fuck him. fuck that bastard, fuck the mighty nein, fuck the somnovem and fuck the world.
reaching over to touch the hand viktor has clenched up, just lightly with the tips of his nails. ]
Fuck all the bastards, then. More time it is.
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The hand almost immediately loosens, as if he hadn't realized he was clenching it to begin with. But this just means they are now basically holding hands because he doesn't put the hand down.]
Easy for you to say. I don't exactly have a "cleric" at my disposal. No fancy nanites or medbay pods either.
Do you feel better?
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[ twink city ........
yeah that's cool they can extremely heterosexually hold hands like this, straightly. ]
A bit. Suppose you're not a half-bad cleric yourself.
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Why take one out when I can simply remember the schematics and make my own?
[Taps his temple with his other hand. The first hand is being straightly and heterosexually held.]
I can't take the credit for what revolutionary medicine the medbay gave you. [He pulls on Lucien's hand.] Come on. Go shower. [Pretends to sort of appraise Lucien's head.]
...I think your hair might be getting green again.
[He's kidding.]
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well
it could be the combination of incredibly obnoxious things viktor has just said (`I can simply remember the schematics` OKAY I GUESS), the whole genuine kindness and seeming to care about lucien's well-being like complete lunatic, and then the teasing on top that makes the horrible decision that's about to happen next ... happen next. because lucien has a reputation for being annoying and is going to make the most chaotically annoying decision possible.
which is going to be to gently allow himself to be pulled to his feet, and then pull viktor over by the hand so he can lean in and kiss him.
so sorry about it, not under my control. it was simply all the insane shit he just said. ]
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This sequence of events would probably be completely obvious to any normal person, but it's not for him. He does not resist the pull, and he does not even resist the kiss. He does freeze in uncertainty like an absolute startled deer for several seconds before realization slams into him, and he eases back into a relaxed surprise where his hand settles on Lucien's arm.
He is left BAFFLED. He looks totally baffled, and then he looks extremely shy. There is no way someone would just KISS him.]
Um... Did... you mean to... fall... directly on my face? Or... did someone curse you too?
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he doesn't really get embarrassed because that's not exactly an emotion he's capable of, but he does get slightly. flustered? that he now has to stand here and explain the concept of kissing someone because they made you feel an emotion like some sort of child or intelligent dog might feel and that's somehow worse than falling into them mouth first.
he doesn't move back or anything though, just tilting his head slightly to the side. ]
No, I'm not bloody cursed. [ slightly offended at the suggestion he could possibly be cursed. ] I kissed you intentionally?
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Oh.
[When you get surprised kissed silly, it takes several moments for your brain to catch up.] Oh. [He says this again LIKE IT WILL HELP MORE WORDS APPEAR IN HIS BRAIN. He keeps a hold of Lucien's arm like Lucien might drift away. He's embarrassed by himself, by being so smart, but in this moment, so lost and stupid.
All he can think to do is put his face directly into Lucien's neck and hide.]
Sorry, I... I've never been kissed before, [this sounds so pathetic to admit, he thinks] and now... suddenly people are kissing me.
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You know, it's funny, that's how it happens sometimes. One day you're minding your own business and everyone else is minding theirs, and the next you've unlocked some unknowable cosmic secret of charisma and become an irresistible target.
[ he doesn't mean that to be teasing he seems to be sincerely musing on the nature of the rizz. he hums. ]
Besides, you started it. You're the one that was doing all the flashing of that card at me at the party.
[ that is teasing though. ]
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But that might not be entirely true.
He bumps Lucien's chin as he lifts his head back up to look indignant.]
Me? I didn't just pick that card, you know. Someone gave it to me. You were just unlucky enough to be next in line.
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Aye, sure, complete and total coincidence, whatever you need to sleep at night.
[ shifting to lean in, expression entirely of someone who knows he's bullshitting for funsies. ]
Now do you want to keep arguing about that, or ... ?
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Okay, well, he panics in his effort to figure out how to navigate this and very suddenly and quickly smooches Lucien on the mouth which only makes him more embarrassed at his own brashness, so he starts trying to turn away like they are going to get ready to leave!!]
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he was leaning into the kiss, starting to settle in right as viktor starts to turn and pull away like he's left the oven on somewhere. he snorts a laugh - so apparently his mood is improving rapidly. good thing that's going to last!! ]
You have to relax about 10-- no, 20 percent, darling. Most of the rumors about infernals have absolutely no veracity, especially the ones that involve goats.
[ reaching up to gently turn him back with a hand on his cheek, pulling him into the kiss again since he seems receptive to trying at least. ]
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I'm not really worried about--
[Well, he was going to say he wasn't worried about race because Runeterra also has mutant humanoids, and there are throes of them in the Undercity (of course there are), but Lucien is back to kissing him again!!
The logical part of his brain thinks this is an insane point in time to be making out, if he's honest. The other part is, actually, a completely normal fucking dude once it's finally happening so brrrr kiss good.
His hand curls tightly into Lucien's arm--maybe he is a little nervous--but then it slowly relaxes as he leans inward.]
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[ why would it not be a good time to be making out in the medbay. there's only about 20 injured people wandering around armless who could walk in at any moment. he'll wind a hand over to his waist, pulling him in closer. for the record, he does have a forked tongue and it is pierced.
eventually though, he sort of plonks his head against viktor's shoulder, sighing out so heavily. ]
... I have lost so much fucking blood.
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Also, why the fuck does he go immediately from idiot virgin to shark bites and make outs with the pierced, forked alternative person?! IT'S BIZARRE, but unfortunately not terrible. Not sure if the bar is going up or really far down for everyone else.
Even though he had been unsure of what to do with his hands, they somehow naturally ended up on Lucien all the same. The one at the back of Lucien's neck curls into the bottom of the tied hair like petting while he tries to swallow his lack of breath and pounding heart.]
Well, if you were less concerned with my mouth and more with yourself... You need to eat. And rest. Not in the medbay pod. Actual rest. [POT, KETTLE.] ...Throne won't take the bed from me no matter what I say.
Do you want to sleep there for a while?
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Fine, if you want me in your bed that badly.
[ he does not have enough blood in him to be making these kinds of threats. ]
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Lucien can practically hear the eyerolling in how Viktor's head moves. He drops his shoulder to force Lucien to straighten up. So he can give Lucien the exasperated look.]
Not without showering first. You smell like Stillwater Hold.
[He reaches up, twining one finger around and around the strand of fringe hanging in the front. He pulls, not painfully, but not gently, before releasing it so it makes a lil curl.]
What do you want to eat? I'll bring you something.
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Anything solid. If I see any more porridge-like substances today, I'm going to start another riot. Apart from that, I don't care - I'm probably not going to eat it.
[ he will actually pull away at that, going to collect his coat and starting to yank it on - there's a lot of holes in the back of it, but it'll do for a walk to the showers and back. ]
Room 13, right?
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[Heh heh.
When Lucien turns away for the coat, he reaches up to idly touch his lips for a thoughtful second. Then his face sort of squishes up when he sees the holes in the back of the coat. Jesus. He's very clearly staring at Lucien's back until his eyes flick up.]
Lucky number thirteen. That's us.
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[ he either doesn't seem to notice the staring, or isn't quite sure what to do with it when it happens - heading for the door, pausing before he exits to lean on one of the tables, rapping his knuckles against it idly and searching viktor's face for ... something or other. it's a bit inscrutable. ]
... Thanks. [ he doesn't specify for what out loud, but it's really making him feel normal. It's been a long time since anyone has bothered to treat him this way, or he's allowed himself to be treated like that. mortal. fallible. vulnerable, even. it isn't the worst feeling in the world, all things considered. cree brushing the blood from his face as she admonished him for recklessness, or brevyn teasing him for complaining about a silly injury. scenes from another lifetime. ] I'll see you in a few.
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Receiving the thanks surprises him which shows a little on his face, but it fades into a small, brief smile. He nods before turning back to the medbay.
Of course, he tidied up, but also gets his crutch. He could check on a few others... but isn't sure how long it'd take, and he thinks Lucien would be pathetically clawing at their door. Anyway, food.
For a dude with a "bad" leg, he sure is fast. Some extra clothes have been left in the bathroom by the sink; comfortable loose pants capped at the ankles and a shirt. It has a v-neck...... Someone's eye has conjured the exact right size.
Lucien's coat has been stolen. It's fine.]
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