#wuaghhh

Thank you @elodiah @westwardly and @lokimobius (plus everyone else from the past month!) for tagging me!!

Lokius gang promise I haven't forsaken you!! I tried a new fandom to see if it would break my writer's block and it didn't 👍 but this is all I've written in ages so hey

“I’m –” Viktor says, but then the lie runs out of tape and there's only air behind his teeth instead of “fine,” and he thinks he must have haemorrhaged the charade while slumped over the bridge railings, and all the dried blood on his shirt might as well be his heart falling out his chest, so: “I’m not sure,” it becomes, a whisper.

And Jayce gives him that look, with the eyebrows scrunched together, slightly raised, the left side of his lips quirking down before the right. “Okay,” he murmurs, stumbling over the word, his exhale catching audibly in his throat.

And then he falls silent, and the quiet presses inwards.

To Viktor the admission had felt so huge. So impossible. To confess blindness is to reveal weakness, especially here – where knowing is the closest to control he'll ever reach. And perhaps he's deluded, to think those three words amount to begging, but it's the closest he’ll ever allow himself to come, his throat aching with the embarrassment of it.

Yet it appears the effort was a waste anyway, lost to mildness in translation, and all the desperation fades into muted surrender.

3. I’ll talk about my favorite outfit

6. I’ll talk about something I’m obsessed with/currently interested in

19. I’ll talk about something I’m proud of

Because I can and I cant, 

but it's like I do and I don't,

or more so I understand everything and nothing at all,

and I still want but like don't want?

Like really sad, but really just fucking angry.