creative mind

He doesn't deserve Jayce, doesn't deserve the kindness of death. Not after everything he's done. So, he lets go. He'll face his actions alone if he has to.

Jayce doesn't let him go far. He pulls Viktor back in, holding him close, pulling him closer. For the briefest moment, Jayce's soul is in his, and he can feel grief and agony and pride and pain all wrapped up into one being. It's almost too much to stand.

The thing that really breaks him is the love. It's so intense, pouring out from Jayce's heart and filling him, flooding him, drowning him as he struggles to breathe through it. Viktor screams as his body is rendered asunder, his mind overtaken by such pure devotion that it physically hurts.

He can't push Jayce away. He not strong enough to reject him. Has never been strong enough, when it comes to Jayce.

The pain finally stops, and Viktor slowly opens his eyes. A butterfly settles on his hand, flapping it's pretty blue wings as he takes in his surroundings. They're in a meadow of some kind, far from Piltover if the warmth of spring is anything to go by. And Jayce...

Jayce is here, with him. Viktor's traitorous hand moves to Jayce's hair, caressing his face. Jayce whines at the sudden touch, and Viktor almost pulls back in time, but then Jayce's eyes are open and Viktor can't go anywhere. The second he sees Viktor, Jayce breaks out in a soft smile.

The love is still there. The love he doesn't deserve, that he's rejected for so long, that he's tossed aside in his carelessness. It's all still there. Jayce is still giving it to him. Why is he still doing it? Why won't he just leave?

Jayce shuffles closer to him, and Viktor’s vision blurs, his chest heaving, panic clawing in his throat. He doesn't have the strength to push Jayce away, so instead he writhes in silent agony, sorrow dripping from his eyes.

And then, the tears come. And Viktor breaks apart in Jayce's arms. Sobbing and shuddering his way through all of the despair he never processed, he empties himself to the world, truly becoming a blank slate. And Jayce... Jayce is still there. Still holding him, still cuddling him, still loving him.

The love is still there.