#boysofprogress

emery strolls down the hall of the academy, t w o takeaway cups in her hands and a small paper bag hung between fingers as takes the familiar route to the lab. she'd woken up earlier than planned that morning, with far more time before her first meeting of the day. even with an extended morning routine she'd found herself heading out the door FAR too earl. so obviously, she had to make a stop along the way.

when she reaches the door to the lab she carefully sets one cup atop the other, carefully balancing it so she can knock on the door. with a “ delivery, ” she opens the door and steps inside. she pushes the door shut again with a booted foot and takes the cup off the stack. “ do you mind company ? ” she asks as she approaches, setting down his favorite drink on his desk, careful to ensure it was off to the side and in no danger in touching any of the notes. emery then brings her own drink to her lips and takes a short drink, waiting for confirmation that viktor isn't on the brink of a breakthrough or just not in the mood for company before she settles in.

@boysofprogress ; jayce : making snow angels. winter scenarios ; accepting.

     𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 / 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.     winters  in  zaun  were  just  bitterly  cold,  the  kind  that  took  over  your  entire  body  and  it  didn't  matter  what  you  did  to  warm  up,  it  never  seemed  to  go  away.     but  when  he  had  moved  to  piltover,  he  got  to  experience  winter  in  a  way  like  he  wasn't  used  to.     the  snow,  the  lights,  the  warmth  was  something  he  would  never  get  over  seeing.     it  was  truly  beautiful  and  he  loved  to  watch  the  snowfall  from  his  window.     but  winter  also  came  with  his  own  personal  struggles,  the  cold  seizing  up  his  leg  and  making  it     𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭     to  walk,  plus  patches  of  ice  sometimes  made  it  even  more  difficult.     did  he  let  it  stop  him?     no.     he  just  had  to  be  careful,  not  go  out  alone  and  know  his  own  limitations.

@boysofprogress asked: ❛  you have the perfect lips for kissing.  ❜ // from jayce !!

❛    my hand was the one you reached for.    ❜

she sighs, taking in a deep breath as she keeps her gaze  averted,   locked at   nothing   in the distance. her jaw stiffens as she attempts to whirl in the range of   complicated   feelings. she had reached for him. of course she had, who else could she have? no one else would understand the way he had. and now, only he could really understand what it felt like to be left behind. and now ... survive.   with jayce returning, she knew he was faced with his own sense of survivals guilt. they'd both loved viktor. maybe in different ways, but they had.   still did.

it made sense that jayce would come to her,   it would make sense for her to go to him.   but she'd done this before. she'd already latched onto him when viktor had drifted away. she'd gotten again, when they waited for him to   wake up.   only her own fear keeping the attempted contact restricted to clutching his hand day in and day out. but now,   she avoided him.   it wasn't fair. she knew that. but she didn't know what to say, or   do.

emery swallows, forcing herself to shift her gaze to look up to him. she searches his face. tentatively she lifts a hand to rest   s o f t l y   against his face as she says,     ❛    i know,   i remember.    ❜         she studies his face, unsure what she's looking for in hazel eyes.        ❛    i'm sorry i've ... been   distant.   but   you can reach for me too.   you don't have to wait for me to reach first.    ❜

“    shh⸻she'll hear you !    ”         jayce laughs, a halfhearted finger to his lips. the hallway is dark, lit only by the screens of their phones as they try to make it across the house without walking up his mom. there's something so   juvinille   about it, and while that's to be expected for two 18 year olds. however, he liked to think he was more   mature   than that. yet here they were, rushing as quickly down the hall as they can manage to his room.

with a last look down the hall jayce shuts the door behind them, briefly   slumping   against it in relief before he immediately makes a beeline for the window.       “    okay i   promise   it's worth it,    ”        he says, resuming his former argument from when viktor had verse arrived. they'd meant to go on a   real date   tonight  ( one that jayce was supposed to plan ) ,  but then he'd heard about the comet.   and what was more romantic than a comet?   additionally, it gave him the perfect opportunity to show him the most romantic view in his house.

jayce opens the window before opening it all the way and without a word, hopping out onto the roof. then bending down he offers his hand.       “    there's basically no slope on this thing,   it's perfect for looking at the stars,    ”        he says, eyes bright in the moonlight as he waits   expectantly.   behind him on the roof he'd already set up a blanket, some pillows in case viktor's leg or hip hurt at all. he brought vikor's favorite snacks, a bottle of liquor from his mom's stash, and of course the telescope was set up.   although,   they were supposed to be able to see it with the naked eye.

@boysofprogress    ﹕     longing:   sender writes a secret message in receiver’s journal   //   from viktor cause i’m soft for them 😭   　⤷     𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒   𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

her   relationship   with   viktor   had   been   hard   to   place,   sometimes she wasn't so sure he   liked   her,   a twist in her stomach of   doubt.   despite that,   they still met,   talking over hot drinks and enjoying each others company.   her position as a councillor     ⸻     as   nobility   made her stance different on many things but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy   listening   to the man talk of science,   of the latest gadgets he and jayce had made.   interestingly   enough,   she found herself stopping by the lab to see   viktor   more than jayce.   she was their   sponsor   after all,   the very woman who lit the fire so they could create their   dreams.   it was only right if she stopped by to see their progress,   no   ?   as she walked into the lab,  she found viktor at his workbench as usual,   not surprised to see the man   hunched   over whatever he'd been working on.   heels clack on flooring below her,   an   obvious   sign it was her and not his partner or assistant.

eyes shift to see her journal beside him,   having not   realized   she left it the last time she'd visited him.   standing by his side and picking it up.   ❛   busy  as   always   i  see.   ❜   murmured,   she opens her journal,   fingers   sliding   across pages of past entries she'd written,   things she'd   drawn   when she couldn't sleep.   as she flips through pages,   the last thing she expects to find is something written   not   by her.   clear to see that it wasn't her own handwriting,   closely resembling viktor's instead.   silence falls over her as eyes flit over words,   a sudden   warmth   spreading through her,   a poem   …   not any poem either,   one that had   longing   behind it that makes her heart   skip   a beat like a flustered teenager.   eyes shift from the written words and back to viktor,   green eyes   softening   as she gazed at him.   how had she been so blind   ?   unlike jayce,   viktor   didn't   wear his heart on his sleeve,   but she should've   seen   it nonetheless.   setting the journal to the side,   she gently steps into the space between viktor and the table,   invading his space.

she   lingers   in the hallway, eyes drifting over the names on doors as fingers lightly   drum   on the sides of the tin in her hand. her nerves surge slightly through her, second guessing whether this was a very   good idea   at all. she wan't one to just show up   uninvited,   particularly when she hardly new a person. but in her defense, their conversation had left her with a   craving.   and if she was going to make them, well, she might as well make a   double batch.

as she reaches an open door she approaches it, peering around the frame and relaxing slightly at the familiar face. with a soft   knock   against the open door, savannah smiles and announces herself,      “   hey,   i hope this isn't a bad time ...   but i come bearing gifts.   ”      she steps around the door to hold up the tin and cracks it open. familiar scent of cinnamon   s w i r l i n g   through the air from the fresh baked goods.      “   i did promise to let you try my special recipe ... i just   caught a craving,   so this is sooner than planned.   ”

“   don't fucking   try   that with me,   ”      she snaps, purposefully forcing herself into his path. from the   moment   they'd met, she'd never given him slack, and she wan't about to start now. since they'd begun their own dissent, began their   grab for power,   they'd agreed that they'd have to do more than the firelights were willing to do. it's a big reason she   LEFT.   she wanted to make a real difference, and they weren't having a big enough with them. but viktor ... well   he had plans.   and maybe she got a little swayed, but she wasn't tricked. she knew what she was getting into. she was expecting blood on her hands, hard decisions, betrayals ... but he wasn't supposed to hide things from  her.   lie to  her.   do anything that harmed  her.   or  her people.

“   what the fuck was that ?   ”      peyton asks, reaching up to grab his face and force him to look at her. whether he just didn't think it was a   big deal,   or he   didn't care   she wasn't sure. but at this point it was a bit late for that. but she needed to make sure at minimum she wasn't   blindsided   again.