[ Jayce feels worn down to the bone, exhausted in ways that are impossible to name. It doesn't matter that he's been sleeping for hours; it feels like minutes, maybe seconds, and he struggles to open his eyes despite feeling like he can't stay asleep. The only difference, here, is that he isn't curled up on the hard, unforgiving stone, his joints aching because his tattered coat can only provide so much padding. Jayce doesn't miss the cold, the whispering moan of the wind moving through the cavernous pit he had been forced to call home, or the steady drip of rainwater making it impossible to stay dry, or the distant, eerie creaking of things that lurk in the shadows that Jayce swears were watching him.
The soft mattress somehow makes it harder for him to rest, like Jayce is always one nightmare away from thinking this is all another hallucination, the arcane weaving through his consciousness to try to provide what he's desperate for while not having the control or finesse to do it in any way that isn't harmful.
And yet, Jayce had slept. Not because the room is safer, or the bed warmer, but because the one person he'd dreamed of every day for months, wishing he could change the way the conversation went, to apologize more, or better, or beg harder for him to stay. It's Viktor that made the sleep as restful as it could be for him, and why it's hard for Jayce to lift his head but he does, and he reaches for Viktor even before he's fully awake because he wants to know he's still there.
His voice is hoarse from sleep as he speaks. ] Vik?
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The soft mattress somehow makes it harder for him to rest, like Jayce is always one nightmare away from thinking this is all another hallucination, the arcane weaving through his consciousness to try to provide what he's desperate for while not having the control or finesse to do it in any way that isn't harmful.
And yet, Jayce had slept. Not because the room is safer, or the bed warmer, but because the one person he'd dreamed of every day for months, wishing he could change the way the conversation went, to apologize more, or better, or beg harder for him to stay. It's Viktor that made the sleep as restful as it could be for him, and why it's hard for Jayce to lift his head but he does, and he reaches for Viktor even before he's fully awake because he wants to know he's still there.
His voice is hoarse from sleep as he speaks. ] Vik?