[Being bothered by two people he felt a connection to almost immediately because he's stupid.
Both of his brows rise in shock afterward, though. Is this what he sounds like regularly?]
N-No... No! It's not that--I don't! It's... um, the opppsite. It's--complicated. I...
[He does not know where the FCK to start with this at all. Hello?]
Sorry, I'm... terrible at explaining... [He shakes his head, frustrated.] No, I mean... you and Lucien became important to me... unbelievably quickly. We were cursed, so I thought... it had just been the curse.
I thought Lucien was also cursed later! But he is just an idiot. He kept [HE GETS SO EMBARASSED SORRY his face really gets red] kissing me, but it was the night before I died, so...
[A helpless shrug.]
I'm so... I've never done this before in my life. I've never paid any attention to it-- Why would I? No one ever... I was just a cripple to everyone, unattractive. So I focused instead on my work and studies, then in Hextech. My body was already ruined, so I didn't think anything wrong with... using it to test my work. To test the Hex Core.
I don't know what to do with all of this... attention. I've never been so confused in my life.
[ (viktor voice) strangely i enjoy being liked by other people who i also like
he will spare him the embarrassment of saying aloud that the flustering is endearing. he is also not at all shocked to hear that lucien moves so quickly. they obviously have a connection? who would've guessed, besides literally the entire game.
but there's some other details there that are a little... dire. he leans in to meet his eyes. ]
No one can be a genius at all things, Viktor. But don't abuse yourself that way any longer.
[ he's firm in saying so, serious, but eases into a more sympathetic smile. ]
I'm sorry for complicating things for you. [ ....... ] Hm. Actually, no, I'm not! I think you should see what it's like, to be cared after! You should live knowing that people find you attractive! [ HE'S NOT THAT SORRY. then, a tiny pause. maybe bordering on some sheepishness. ] I love many people, but—it is confusing for me as well, sometimes. Emotions are not a very quantifiable thing. The curse was at once enlightening and mystifying.
[ his approach is a little simpler, though. ]
But if you don't dislike my attention, or his, then why not just accept it?
[Thank you for sparing him IN THIS THREAD AT LEAST, Sidon. Also, shut up. No one knows this, definitely not Viktor of all people. Well, he knows a little, but is looking away in bafflement.
Please don't lean in and look him in the eyes. He doesn't want to turn his head away, so he just adverts his eyes and hikes one shoulder, shy, confused.]
You don't have to apolog-- [Oh. Nevermind. This startles him enough he looks back at Sidon. EXCEPT WHAT SIDON SAYS MAKES HIM EMBARRASSED. Don't care for him?! HE ASHED A GIRL.] I--um, no, n-no...
I... mean, I... don't think I have much choice than to accept it, do I? You both... are pretty bold... [His brows furrow.] I don't know... how to talk to Lucien about it since we're... I don't want to waste a letter on... that.
[i cant remember if they knew about letters in this thread yet and im too lazy to look it's fine]
[ he will wait (1) pc before starting to bother him on purpose. right now, there's too much else to sort out. he smiles when he catches his eye, even if it's just for a flustered moment, and it is an implicit agreement—yes, he is bold. yes, he will continue to be plainly affectionate. viktor is too shy to do more than vaguely absorb all the Feelings being thrown at him, but he's not rejecting them.
at the same time, sidon wants him to work out whatever is happening with lucien. he is the type of person who can want both. ]
It isn't a waste! Of everyone, he gets the most information from us every week already. Why not use your letters for sentiment instead? You were separated so cruelly, it is worth working out your feelings.
[WELL, THAT SOUNDS EMBARRASSING. Pouring your feelings out in a plane-crossed letter to a dude you knew for, like, two weeks and have only since seen as an intangible ghost? Yeah, ok.
He kind of shakes his head with reluctance.]
I don't know if Lucien is that sort of man.
[To want to read letters about feelings. Lucien's own letter was very "I'm garbo at letter feelings for the record." Viktor finally glances back.]
You would... want to even do that? You don't have to waste one of your letters just for this.
[ whyyyyyyy is everyone so allergic to feelings. it's really sidon and dahut against the world here. some people find it easier to write down emotions than to voice them aloud. it's not that bad. ]
Oh, it's all right—most of what I have to say could go on HER-MES anyway.
[ he does save his most vulnerable thoughts for letters. but he's polite enough to keep personal matters involving other people to private correspondence. this can take priority.
then, a pause. he drops his head to plant a kiss on viktor's hair. fun. ]
In any case... don't let it bother you! You don't need all the answers right away. It isn't some problem with a solution to find. Just... know that I care! That's what's important to me.
[For some reason, the kiss to the head makes him almost more shy than if Sidon had smacked him on the lips. (That's a lie, he would have sunk into the floor if that happened.)
He rubs timidly at the back of his neck beneath his hair.]
It feels like there should be an answer and a solution so you aren't having to stay unsure. I'll... send him a letter, I guess. He'll probably hate reading it. Maybe that's better for me, getting on his nerves in return.
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Strangely, I actually... don't mind it.
[Being bothered by two people he felt a connection to almost immediately because he's stupid.
Both of his brows rise in shock afterward, though. Is this what he sounds like regularly?]
N-No... No! It's not that--I don't! It's... um, the opppsite. It's--complicated. I...
[He does not know where the FCK to start with this at all. Hello?]
Sorry, I'm... terrible at explaining... [He shakes his head, frustrated.] No, I mean... you and Lucien became important to me... unbelievably quickly. We were cursed, so I thought... it had just been the curse.
I thought Lucien was also cursed later! But he is just an idiot. He kept [HE GETS SO EMBARASSED SORRY his face really gets red] kissing me, but it was the night before I died, so...
[A helpless shrug.]
I'm so... I've never done this before in my life. I've never paid any attention to it-- Why would I? No one ever... I was just a cripple to everyone, unattractive. So I focused instead on my work and studies, then in Hextech. My body was already ruined, so I didn't think anything wrong with... using it to test my work. To test the Hex Core.
I don't know what to do with all of this... attention. I've never been so confused in my life.
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he will spare him the embarrassment of saying aloud that the flustering is endearing. he is also not at all shocked to hear that lucien moves so quickly. they obviously have a connection? who would've guessed, besides literally the entire game.
but there's some other details there that are a little... dire. he leans in to meet his eyes. ]
No one can be a genius at all things, Viktor. But don't abuse yourself that way any longer.
[ he's firm in saying so, serious, but eases into a more sympathetic smile. ]
I'm sorry for complicating things for you. [ ....... ] Hm. Actually, no, I'm not! I think you should see what it's like, to be cared after! You should live knowing that people find you attractive! [ HE'S NOT THAT SORRY. then, a tiny pause. maybe bordering on some sheepishness. ] I love many people, but—it is confusing for me as well, sometimes. Emotions are not a very quantifiable thing. The curse was at once enlightening and mystifying.
[ his approach is a little simpler, though. ]
But if you don't dislike my attention, or his, then why not just accept it?
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Please don't lean in and look him in the eyes. He doesn't want to turn his head away, so he just adverts his eyes and hikes one shoulder, shy, confused.]
You don't have to apolog-- [Oh. Nevermind. This startles him enough he looks back at Sidon. EXCEPT WHAT SIDON SAYS MAKES HIM EMBARRASSED. Don't care for him?! HE ASHED A GIRL.] I--um, no, n-no...
I... mean, I... don't think I have much choice than to accept it, do I? You both... are pretty bold... [His brows furrow.] I don't know... how to talk to Lucien about it since we're... I don't want to waste a letter on... that.
[i cant remember if they knew about letters in this thread yet and im too lazy to look it's fine]
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at the same time, sidon wants him to work out whatever is happening with lucien. he is the type of person who can want both. ]
It isn't a waste! Of everyone, he gets the most information from us every week already. Why not use your letters for sentiment instead? You were separated so cruelly, it is worth working out your feelings.
[ he's pensive a moment, canting his head. ]
Maybe I ought to talk to him too...
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He kind of shakes his head with reluctance.]
I don't know if Lucien is that sort of man.
[To want to read letters about feelings. Lucien's own letter was very "I'm garbo at letter feelings for the record." Viktor finally glances back.]
You would... want to even do that? You don't have to waste one of your letters just for this.
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Oh, it's all right—most of what I have to say could go on HER-MES anyway.
[ he does save his most vulnerable thoughts for letters. but he's polite enough to keep personal matters involving other people to private correspondence. this can take priority.
then, a pause. he drops his head to plant a kiss on viktor's hair. fun. ]
In any case... don't let it bother you! You don't need all the answers right away. It isn't some problem with a solution to find. Just... know that I care! That's what's important to me.
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He rubs timidly at the back of his neck beneath his hair.]
It feels like there should be an answer and a solution so you aren't having to stay unsure. I'll... send him a letter, I guess. He'll probably hate reading it. Maybe that's better for me, getting on his nerves in return.