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"Fellow Travelers"

By Gelico

SUMMARY:

'I can't bear being this happy.'

'When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?'

“What do you want?”

It surprises Viktor when the question comes out of his own mouth, but only momentarily. Jayce looks over to him, not sure if he’s actually being spoken to, but Viktor’s openly staring at him. He has been, unashamedly, for the last few minutes, but the Golden Boy is already trying to get smashed not even half-an-hour into his own party so sue him if he’s anything less than gawking.

“A glass of milk.”

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“Milk.”

“Milk?”

Jayce nods, as if it’s the most simple ask in the world.

Viktor huffs a laugh before he can even catch himself, the edge of his lip quirking up while his teeth are on full display. He flags down the bartender, “Two milks. Make mine a little sweet.”

“Sure, you want a syrup or…?”

Viktor looks over at Jayce, who’s now the one unabashedly staring at him, his posture straightened like before, but with a little bit of a tilt.

"Fellow Travelers"

By Gelico

SUMMARY:

'I can't bear being this happy.'

'When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?'

“What do you want?”

It surprises Viktor when the question comes out of his own mouth, but only momentarily. Jayce looks over to him, not sure if he’s actually being spoken to, but Viktor’s openly staring at him. He has been, unashamedly, for the last few minutes, but the Golden Boy is already trying to get smashed not even half-an-hour into his own party so sue him if he’s anything less than gawking.

“A glass of milk.”

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“Milk.”

“Milk?”

Jayce nods, as if it’s the most simple ask in the world.

Viktor huffs a laugh before he can even catch himself, the edge of his lip quirking up while his teeth are on full display. He flags down the bartender, “Two milks. Make mine a little sweet.”

“Sure, you want a syrup or…?”

Viktor looks over at Jayce, who’s now the one unabashedly staring at him, his posture straightened like before, but with a little bit of a tilt.

my contributions:

Playlist: CITY//SPRAWL

"Fellow Travelers"

By Gelico

SUMMARY:

'I can't bear being this happy.'

'When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?'

“What do you want?”

It surprises Viktor when the question comes out of his own mouth, but only momentarily. Jayce looks over to him, not sure if he’s actually being spoken to, but Viktor’s openly staring at him. He has been, unashamedly, for the last few minutes, but the Golden Boy is already trying to get smashed not even half-an-hour into his own party so sue him if he’s anything less than gawking.

“A glass of milk.”

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“Milk.”

“Milk?”

Jayce nods, as if it’s the most simple ask in the world.

Viktor huffs a laugh before he can even catch himself, the edge of his lip quirking up while his teeth are on full display. He flags down the bartender, “Two milks. Make mine a little sweet.”

“Sure, you want a syrup or…?”

Viktor looks over at Jayce, who’s now the one unabashedly staring at him, his posture straightened like before, but with a little bit of a tilt.

my contributions:

Playlist: CITY//SPRAWL

"Fellow Travelers"

By Gelico

SUMMARY:

'I can't bear being this happy.'

'When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?'

“What do you want?”

It surprises Viktor when the question comes out of his own mouth, but only momentarily. Jayce looks over to him, not sure if he’s actually being spoken to, but Viktor’s openly staring at him. He has been, unashamedly, for the last few minutes, but the Golden Boy is already trying to get smashed not even half-an-hour into his own party so sue him if he’s anything less than gawking.

“A glass of milk.”

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“Milk.”

“Milk?”

Jayce nods, as if it’s the most simple ask in the world.

Viktor huffs a laugh before he can even catch himself, the edge of his lip quirking up while his teeth are on full display. He flags down the bartender, “Two milks. Make mine a little sweet.”

“Sure, you want a syrup or…?”

Viktor looks over at Jayce, who’s now the one unabashedly staring at him, his posture straightened like before, but with a little bit of a tilt.

my contributions:

Playlist: CITY//SPRAWL

"Fellow Travelers"

By Gelico

SUMMARY:

'I can't bear being this happy.'

'When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?'

“What do you want?”

It surprises Viktor when the question comes out of his own mouth, but only momentarily. Jayce looks over to him, not sure if he’s actually being spoken to, but Viktor’s openly staring at him. He has been, unashamedly, for the last few minutes, but the Golden Boy is already trying to get smashed not even half-an-hour into his own party so sue him if he’s anything less than gawking.

“A glass of milk.”

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“Milk.”

“Milk?”

Jayce nods, as if it’s the most simple ask in the world.

Viktor huffs a laugh before he can even catch himself, the edge of his lip quirking up while his teeth are on full display. He flags down the bartender, “Two milks. Make mine a little sweet.”

“Sure, you want a syrup or…?”

Viktor looks over at Jayce, who’s now the one unabashedly staring at him, his posture straightened like before, but with a little bit of a tilt.

my contributions:

Playlist: CITY//SPRAWL

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