Viktor exhales like a laugh, leans in a little to say, "No, that would be красивый, сексапильный, гений." He makes sure his voice goes a little low for it, lets the language roughen the sound. He thinks this is likely a little mean but he cannot help it, not when Jayce's fluster is so endearing. He likes doing it, likes offering a place where Jayce doesn't have to put on any airs.
Getting into the building is a blessed relief, dripping on the tile as he leads them further in. First floor, the less stairs the better, and when they stop at his door he's the one who steals a kiss, grasping Jayce's chin before untangling enough to grab his keys. "Ah, I suppose breaking into Heimerdinger's office could count as a couple's activity. In that case I am overdue in bringing you home."
He unlocks the door, taking Jayce's hand again under the guise of pulling him in. It's a small place, a single room for a kitchen, living and dining area, two doors that likely lead to the bedroom and a bathroom. He could afford bigger but frankly he found this far more comfortable and familiar, on top of the fact he had little use for the place besides sleeping and minimal storage.
Speaking of there isn't much in the way of decoration, the table and couch covered in books and articles, a great many of them what he could find on magic that wasn't censored. There are a few books on forges and metalwork, ones he picked up thanks to Jayce, rather fascinated by the process once he had properly heard Jayce talk about it, seen his family forge himself. It helped to keep up with the conversation and not make Jayce backtrack if he got ahead of himself in the details of that particular line of discussion.
The only items that stick out are at a small desk crammed in the corner. A metal boat, a banged up box of tools that look so makeshift and worn they couldn't be of much use compared to any of the equipment the academy offered, and finally a cog with a string through the middle, hanging off the desk lamp. The same cog Jayce had pushed towards him when they floated in the air, that passed through the stabilized crystal like proof they had done what seemed impossible.
"I should be asking you that," Viktor points out, scurrying off reluctantly but coming back with a towel that he throws over Jayce's head. He shifts it to reveal Jayce's face, leans in for another kiss, using the towel to pull Jayce down to do so. He really could get used to this. "But no. Your ego may enjoy knowing I have never bothered with 'other boys,' at least not romantically. I never met anyone both smart enough to keep up and with... vision. Real vision and passion. Only you."
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Date: 2022-02-11 10:03 am (UTC)Getting into the building is a blessed relief, dripping on the tile as he leads them further in. First floor, the less stairs the better, and when they stop at his door he's the one who steals a kiss, grasping Jayce's chin before untangling enough to grab his keys. "Ah, I suppose breaking into Heimerdinger's office could count as a couple's activity. In that case I am overdue in bringing you home."
He unlocks the door, taking Jayce's hand again under the guise of pulling him in. It's a small place, a single room for a kitchen, living and dining area, two doors that likely lead to the bedroom and a bathroom. He could afford bigger but frankly he found this far more comfortable and familiar, on top of the fact he had little use for the place besides sleeping and minimal storage.
Speaking of there isn't much in the way of decoration, the table and couch covered in books and articles, a great many of them what he could find on magic that wasn't censored. There are a few books on forges and metalwork, ones he picked up thanks to Jayce, rather fascinated by the process once he had properly heard Jayce talk about it, seen his family forge himself. It helped to keep up with the conversation and not make Jayce backtrack if he got ahead of himself in the details of that particular line of discussion.
The only items that stick out are at a small desk crammed in the corner. A metal boat, a banged up box of tools that look so makeshift and worn they couldn't be of much use compared to any of the equipment the academy offered, and finally a cog with a string through the middle, hanging off the desk lamp. The same cog Jayce had pushed towards him when they floated in the air, that passed through the stabilized crystal like proof they had done what seemed impossible.
"I should be asking you that," Viktor points out, scurrying off reluctantly but coming back with a towel that he throws over Jayce's head. He shifts it to reveal Jayce's face, leans in for another kiss, using the towel to pull Jayce down to do so. He really could get used to this. "But no. Your ego may enjoy knowing I have never bothered with 'other boys,' at least not romantically. I never met anyone both smart enough to keep up and with... vision. Real vision and passion. Only you."