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[vigilant-cleric]

@mythlike continued from x

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His unfortunate road companion had made his escape; so be it. Ashen trusted him to either remain discreet and cause no trouble around him, or else be caught up with by the Flaming Fist. Mage or not, a disguise spell could only get him so far; he would not be able to avoid acting suspiciously to the eyes of the corrupt guards of the city. The cleric would soon be proven right.

Ashen locked the door behind him shut as he entered the small interrogation cell, a barebones room in Wyrm's Rock Fortress. He took off his helmet and set it down on the table that separated him from the drow, taking a deep breath before sitting in front of him, hands crossed atop the desk and brow furrowed.

"It's fair enough that you chose not to trust me, but it landed you in obscure waters, Dezran. I warned you that the Flaming Fist did not take kindly to visitors like you. It'll be hard for me to get you out of here, and I'm not sure I want to, because I don't know why you tried to run away and I'm worried about it."

[taliswho]

@mythlike said: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ (from viktor)

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ ... NOT REALLY. ❞ THE MOON'S RAYS SEEMED to cut through the natural darkness that would inhabit the lab at night; no matter how used to seeing it jayce was, it always provided such a beautiful touch to the space, making it look brand new every time. it almost fully wakes him as he approaches the desk beneath the window, FIDDLING with the handful of small tools he'd brought in earlier. ❝ it's been a long day, it's just ... racing thoughts, you know? ❞

his gaze drifts to and from viktor's expression and the runes etched into the hexcore, and back again. it seems as though he can tell how tired he is from the slowness of his movements, the heaviness of his speech and tone of voice, even though he can't see his eyes through his goggles. ❝ what about you? you've been in here all day. ❞

AN ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS .

[ofcrossroads]

♡ for jayce/viktor

what my muse thinks of yours. || @thelyss / @mythlike

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[allpossibilitiesold]

🍫    to   feed   my   muse   chocolates.

“    this is nice,    ”        he muses, eyes still on the ceiling as he lays on the floor of his apartment. arms bent behind his head, he   relaxes   into the blankets they'd used to pad the floor. their plans to get out of the city had been ruined by the rain, storm still raging outside. so they'd opted for an   indoor picnic,   and jayce had pulled out every blanket he owned to make the floor as   comfortable   as possible. more so for viktor than himself.

hazel eyes shift to viktor at the sound of   r u s t l i n g   plastic, noting the box of chocolates on viktor's lap. jayce moves his arms to his sides to prop himself up slightly on his elbows as he   peers   into the box. he maybe have been the one to pick out the chocolates, he hadn't tried any of them. even as the'd hand picked each flavor in the shop, he'd wanted it to be an   obvious   gift. not something he got for both of them. to his surprise, viktor holds one out to him. her   p e r k s   up slightly, shifting slightly so he can reach for it, only for his partner to pull it back.

jayce returns his arm to the floor beneath him to support himself, raising a brow as he starts to reply only for a finger beneath his chin to  tilt  his chin up. his expression turns surprised, curious even as viktor meets his gaze. hazel eyes follow as the chocolate is lowered, viktor leaning down slightly to feed him the chocolate. jayce opens his mouth to accept it, taking it into his mouth. he chews it slowly, still holding viktor's gaze. before the other can pull back, jayce lightly   grabs   the front of his shirt, tugging him down a little further to press a tender kiss against his lips.        “    thank you,    ”        he says softly before letting go of his shirt.

@mythlike  /    love is in the air meme.

[thceye]

@mythlike ; viktor : downfall ; find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground. loud & deafening silence ; accepting.

     𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁  𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲  𝗵𝗼𝘄  𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴  𝗵𝗲  𝗿𝗮𝗻  𝗳𝗼𝗿,     convinced  that  vander  was  chasing  after  to  finish  what  he  had  started.     half  blind,  full  of  adrenaline  and  pain,  running  through  the  streets  of  the  city  he  would  give  everything  for,  unsure  of  exactly  where  to  go  because  all  of  sudden,  nowhere  felt  safe.     it  was  like  he  was  expecting  vander  to  come  out  of  every  dark  corner  and  finish  him  off.     by  the  time  silco  realised  he  was  alone,  he  had  run  far  from  the  pilt  and  he  was  shaking,  soaked  through,  covered  in  blood  and  filth  from  the  river.     his  breathing  was  a  wreck,  unsure  of  where  exactly  he  was,  leaning  against  a  wall  as  he  tries  to  figure  out  what  to  do  next.     how  could  vander  do  this  to  him?     his  legs  finally  give  out,  sending  him  to  the  floor  as  the  adrenaline  starts  to  wear  off  and  the     𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻     begins  to  take  over.     his  face  is  burning,  feels  like  his  skin  is  peeling  off  and  he's  unsure  if  he's  blind  because  of  all  the  blood  in  his  face  or  his  eyesight  truly  was  gone.     this  couldn't  be  it,  this  couldn't  be  how  everything  ended,  betrayed  by  the  person  he  trusted  more  than  anything  and  he  couldn't  let  this  be  the  way  he  died.     but  he  couldn't  find  the  strength  to  get  back  up  and  keep  going,  his  body  finally  giving  into  everything  that  had  happened,  pulling  him  into  a  not  so  restful  darkness.

     𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘂𝗽  𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻  𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁  𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲  𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹,     pain  radiating  through  his  entire  body  and  he  definitely  had  lost  any  vision  in  his  left  eye.     but  even  with  half  of  his  vision  gone,  he  still  could  see  the  expression  of  the  very  worried  younger  boy  in  front  of  him.     he  probably  looked  as  half  dead  as  he  felt,  but  silco  had  always  been  a  fighter  and  he  wasn't  giving  up  now.     relentless  and  stubborn,  he  would  pull  through  no  matter  what,     "     i  haven't  got  anything  of  worth,  child,     "     his  voice  was  hoarse  and  barely  there,  probably  a  result  of  vander's  hands  around  his  neck,  his  head  shaking  for  a  moment  as  if  trying  to  clear  out  the  memories  of  what  happened.     everything  still  painfully     𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿     in  his  head  and  he  wasn't  sure  if  anything  really  would  fade.     unlikely.     silco  would  never  forget  what  happened     .     .     .     as  long  as  he  didn't  die  first.     his  good  eye  stays  fixed  on  the  child,  who  probably  shouldn't  even  really  be  out  on  his  own  like  this,  especially  considering  the  way  he  was  gripping  onto  the  cane  in  his  hand.     sighing  softly,  shaking  his  head  again  as  if  trying  to  shake  the  persistent  pain  on  the  left  side  of  his  face,     "     what  do  you  want?     if  you  were  hoping  to  pick  the  pockets  of  a  dead  man,  i'm  sorry  to  disappoint,     "

[gcldendefender]

@mythlike said: " you're upset with me , aren't you ? " (from viktor, in season 1?)

" What ? No , no - " Jayce shook his head. He had been lost in thought trying to find the right words to express his concerns. Not realising his frowning might be giving the wrong signal. " Not upset just ... Worried . "

Jayce's life has been moving so fast since he was appointed councillor. Every time he saw Viktor he seemed to be looking worse, and always busy. " I don't have anywhere else to be today , how about we go out today ? There's a market going on near the university . A little sun will do your mind some good . "

[proelio-procusi-a]

@mythlike asked: ❝   i   do   not   know   what   night   you   are   referring   to,   ❞   essek   says,   turning   a   page   of   his   book,   ❝   we   have   never   met   before.   ❞   —   essek   to   eadwulf

Eadwulf felt something hot curl in his stomach at Essek's behavior, a combination of something twinged with shame and humiliation that the larger wizard didn't disklike in the least bit. There were many ways Eadwulf could continue this with the drow, and he wondered if he should play into it or have Essek push him harder.

"I think perhaps you've just forgotten meeting me then." Eadwulf's voice as low and warm as he didn't crowd the drow's space but did sit next to him.

[lightfaithed]

@mythlike

The surroundings were familiar: a rebel base. Had Obi-Wan been allowed to pick where he would come back in the flesh, he would have picked a lovely beach on a remote planet. Or perhaps the beautiful lakes of Naboo. Either way, he was here now and he was going to offer all of his skills to the cause.

If Leia needed help, Obi-Wan was helping. It was simply the law of the universe. And so, after a tearful reunion and the obligatory "Oh so you were younger once?"-comment aimed at him by the her, he was being shown around the base by a young man called Poe Dameron. Poe was very pleasant company and Obi-Wan enjoyed learning new things about everything crucial he would not know about.

"Will you look at that? What a beautiful starfighter." Obi-Wan came to a halt in front of the ship. The x-shape was impressive. "Looks very different from the starfighters I know. We had.." He went over to the ship and opened a hatch. "Oh, fascinating. What is this?" The wiring was completely different from anything Obi-Wan had seen.

[vigilant-cleric]

It was so easy to jump head first into writing with you because your style is amazing, and you make Ashen so easy to love.

[Thank you so much!! <33 I'm always glad when I find out people love Ashen that much even though he's a pretty average run of the mill guy all things considered, but maybe that's why he's so relatable. Happy holidays to you!!]

[taliswho]

@mythlike said: [ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's cheek (from viktor. maybe it's quick because it's the first time viktor's kissed him after becoming a qpr 🫣)

┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ it didn't really matter how fleeting it was; any gesture like that, especially if it comes from viktor, was sure to get his heart pitter-pattering in the confines of his chest. he tries to hide it with a smirk, but by now it's perfectly clear, the rosiness of his cheeks. ❝ c'mon, vik, you're spoiling me, ❞ he mock-complains, although it's said with a hint of a smirk in his voice. regardless, it never fails to bring out a lovingly timid part of jayce, being the recipient of any kind of affection from his partner.

different ways to kiss someone.

[grieveme]

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine (from viktor, feel free to let me know if you prefer to plot first!)

" oh, mijo. are you messing with the crystal again? " his mother aches in worry, hands placed so neatly in front. " i thought you told me you weren't going to mess with it anymore. "

meanwhile, he uses the talis forge as his own to weld metal in this brown strip of leather, just wide and long around to accompany the rune along with his wrist. a fresh face at twenty and finally getting accepted into the academy, he decides to create something to carry this with him without the worry of it getting misplaced. well, that's the goal anyways. sweat beads from his brow, lifting up his goggles to glare at his mother, but careful not to raise his voice or sound too irritated. " i'm not. i'm just... " he looks down at the embedded leather, neat and refined. he sighs, setting the head wear off the side. " you know i take this everywhere with me. i can't afford to be distracted with it if i lose it or worse. that way i know i can have it with me the entire time. " like a lucky charm but he's embarrassed to say it. if he lost this rune, he would rather die.

she rolls her eyes, voice dropping an octave and speaking entirely in spanish right now. " stop it, boy. it's a waste of time. just like your talents are wasted on a fucking crystal. "

he blinks once then twice, brows furrowing. this doesn't sound like her. would never speak ill and was supportive where she allowed herself to be, especially one to never undermine his brilliant mind. " what? mom. "

then he feels a hand grip at his shoulder, tightly. " jayce — "

and now, he's back in the present, eyes widened as the hand that was previously on his shoulder, leaves suddenly. " huh?! " it startled him, and where he sat comfortably in his chair, it's tilted back with feet resting upon the table top and the book that was open, rested on his face, falls on the ground and him along with it. a groan exhales deep on impact, hands nursing the back of his head. " ow, ow, ow! what the hell — " with a bout of frustration, he glares up until he spots @mythlike looking right down at him. he gasps, eyes widening. " viktor! oh man, what time is it? "

it was just a nightmare. here he was back in the lab, just the both of them... as it should be. by instinct, he rushes to look at that same strapped rune on the inside of his wrist, relief flooding his core. immediately, lips are pressed against the cold rune. it's safe, oh thank to whatever god existed. alright, back to normal. " i was totally working on the, uh... " he's totally not scurrying up from the ground and wiping himself off. he shrugs, gesturing towards the schematic he was supposed to be going through. " the... um... " word prompts.

[ofcrossroads]

valentine's day application. || @mythlike

Name: Viktor Age: 30 Do you like to cuddle?: With my lab partner. Can we make-out?: Yes, if you're my lab partner. A night in or dinner out?: A night in. With my lab partner. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream, custard flavored. What makes you a good Valentine?: I know how to fluster people. Would you cook for me?: If you've earned it. Would you let me cook for you?: That's acceptable.

Huh. “ There's uh... There's a lot I didn't know about you, Viktor. ” Jayce notes with pleasant surprise keyed into his tone. Truthfully, he isn't quite sure how to even process ( let alone respond ) to the honesty.

Clearing his throat, Jayce considers the idea and recognizes the immediacy for a response. Surprise aside, he ignores any stipulation or question he may have and offers his own truth. “ I would be honored, Viktor, to be your Valentine. ” His schmoozing side is prodding at him. “ I was actually thinking we'd be spending it together regardless. Just a difference in how, I suppose. ”

[crosaidi]

you're avoiding the question. (from essek) @mythlike / as said by davrin

He  doesn't  fault  Essek  for  asking;  he's  been  in  a  mood,  and  it's  not  Essek's  fault  he's  not  answering.  It's  —  complicated,  and  he's  a  man  who  takes  his  time  to  sort  through  his  thoughts.  "  'm  not  ——  "  But  he  is,  and  he's  a  poor  liar.  The  paladin  bites  his  tongue,  instead  turning  his  gaze  aside  and  jabbing  a  stick  in  the  dirt.  He's  been  dour  and  with  a  heavy,  troubled  stormcloud  hanging  over  his  head  nearly  all  day,  or  at  least  since  since  that  little  wrecked  campsite  they  happened  across.

There's  a  deep  mulling  over  what  he  wants  to  say,  and  then  instead  he  fishes  a  little  tattered  book  out  of  his  cloak.  It's  not  his;  it's  been  through  hell  and  back,  and  has  some  pages  ripped  out  besides.  There's  an  'RC'  embossed  on  the  lower  corner,  and  inside  it  are  tucked  several  little  pieces  of  paper.  He  doesn't  ever  take  much  when  they're  out  — he  carries  a  light  pack,  and  certainly  has  never  picked  up  a  book  before  — and  his  brows  knit  down  tight  as  he  turns  it  over  in  his  hand,  regarding  it  with  an  eye  that  can't  decide  whether  it  wants  to  be  furious  or  grieving.  "  Wot  would  you  do  if  one've  —— "  A  flicker  of  frustration,  a  correction:  "  ——  the  most  'orrible  things  that  happened  t'you,  y'found  out  was  on  purpose?  And  you  survivin'  was  just  a  bloody  accident?  "

[vigilant-cleric]

STING: receiver presses sender against the door, lips demanding theirs in a kiss that burns with passion. (from wylan)

Oh, Wylan. A miracle sent by the heavens - to Ashen, he was no less. Both a man of great bravery, and a lover he sought to protect at all costs - for what good is it to be a servant of Helm, with no one to guard? But it was a tricky balance between ensuring Wylan's safety and avoiding him worrying too much about the cleric, which he was prone to do.

And sometimes, the best way to calm his concerns was to move his mind to another matter entirely. One fuss too many and Ashen decided to surprise the other man with backing him into the door behind them. Warm lips rugged by the outdoors brushed against his lover's in a teasing motion, a brief exchange of heated breath as he spoke nearly right against his skin.

"If you so intend on protesting my methods, we should examine your eloquence from closer up."

[taliswho]

@mythlike said: [ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey. (from viktor)

┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ he figured it would only be a matter of time before they got up to something like this. as of late, the two of them had seemed extremely physically comfortable with one another, opting to get handsy with each other whenever they were in private, mainly through running their fingers through the other's hair or their fingers over a body part, seeing if they were sensitive. so it didn't necessarily surprise jayce when viktor took the initiative, mouth latching onto the sensitive breadth of skin that made up the area around his jugular.

hot breath was sucked in, a little taken aback at first, but the moment he felt teeth sucking at the skin in a way that would surely brown up later, eyes rolled back, a low hum of approval rumbling deep in his chest. he couldn't explain how feeling the other's mouth latch onto his neck caused his skin to break out in goosebumps, hot pleasure beginning to rush from the point of contact to every inch of his body. but he wouldn't complain, wouldn't trade it for anything. he allows viktor to linger, head tilting to the side to allow him plenty of space, arms reaching to wrap around his shoulders to keep him close to his sensitive neck.

❛ viktor ... ❜ it's almost pathetic, the way he breathes his partner's name out; it's gentle, almost whiny, like he was subtly begging the other to keep it up. legs spread, making room for viktor to use his lap as his seat if he needed to. it would also accommodate some of the particular warmth surging through his body.

nsfw prompts: less cringy edition.

[ofcrossroads]

revolting people. || @mythlike

‘we have a crisis!’ (from viktor, to jayce)

“ A — crisis?! ” Both concern and frantic surprise color his tone. Jayce hastily discards his documents unceremoniously across the desk as he rushes to the room over. Any items for the Council can wait. An emergency is well... all too pressing. Deadlines can wait another hour.

There's a morbid curiosity that draws forth excitement. The thrill of innovation is always such an enticing thing, but Jayce knows Viktor well enough to prepare for just about anything.

He calls from the doorframe, eyeing over what appears to be some variety of static light. “ Should I grad the fire extinguisher first? ”