ic contact.

[deushexmachina]

"Hi, probably just easier to find me in the lab. I'll get back to you."

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[deushexmachina]

[A world that could parallel their natural one too easily. They were close in Piltover, they had share passion and close proximity, they were young. Easy enough equation. But the depth of Viktor's romance, the fluttering of Jayce's responsive heart, that had to be ignited.

This was a world without the Council. Without Mel.]

This isn't that world. [He watches Viktor's hands move, feels their natural chill against his warmer flesh.] And we're here now.

[theorems]

No distractions. For better, or for worse.

[Very little science that can be done, but at the cost of also being entirely out of the political conflict of Piltover and Zaun. And additionally, being without Mel. That particular thought of his is smug-feeling.

His hand winds up back on Jayce's shoulder.]

Now. Kiss me again.

[deushexmachina]

[He complies with a quickness too eager to be sly; hands fumble for Viktor's hips, his neck cranes low to meet lips with lips. A soft kiss, vulnerable, too sincere to hold even a sheen of veneer.]