[ it is almost a reverse of the moment in octavian's workshop, where it had been his touch that had been grounding viktor through his halting, painful explanation of the hexcore and its history — here, the scene is somehow more and less painful at once, beautiful and bittersweet, and he doesn't let go of octavian, lest he lose himself in the dream entirely.
as rio scuttles around them, somehow keeping to the edges of the moment, almost like she knows she doesn't belong there where the two men are conversing pleasantly, viktor thinks that he has stopped feeling like he doesn't belong. in the scene of this happy family? no, that is still not his place, but here with octavian is a different matter. ]
If there are memories of you two that you would share... I would like to hear them. Not now, necessarily, but...
[ not now because it isn't the point of this dream; but eventually, perhaps. then, turning to look at him fully, ] You of all people don't need to thank me.
[ and maybe this isn't really the perfect moment for it, but then is there ever a perfect moment for an experiment? especially one like this; as if sensing this, rio rounds him, gives his side a little nudge. and viktor has made a plan: if the experiment fails, he will say this is a custom from his homeland, with full knowledge no zaunite or piltovan knows much of it anyways, and so he can't be called out on it later; but that only if the experiment fails.
he hopes it doesn't.
so with a little half-shrug, he shifts his hand on his cane (yes, cane still, it's not morphed into a crutch yet) and leans closer, to press a kiss on octavian's cheek. as he draws back, ] But you're welcome.
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as rio scuttles around them, somehow keeping to the edges of the moment, almost like she knows she doesn't belong there where the two men are conversing pleasantly, viktor thinks that he has stopped feeling like he doesn't belong. in the scene of this happy family? no, that is still not his place, but here with octavian is a different matter. ]
If there are memories of you two that you would share... I would like to hear them. Not now, necessarily, but...
[ not now because it isn't the point of this dream; but eventually, perhaps. then, turning to look at him fully, ] You of all people don't need to thank me.
[ and maybe this isn't really the perfect moment for it, but then is there ever a perfect moment for an experiment? especially one like this; as if sensing this, rio rounds him, gives his side a little nudge. and viktor has made a plan: if the experiment fails, he will say this is a custom from his homeland, with full knowledge no zaunite or piltovan knows much of it anyways, and so he can't be called out on it later; but that only if the experiment fails.
he hopes it doesn't.
so with a little half-shrug, he shifts his hand on his cane (yes, cane still, it's not morphed into a crutch yet) and leans closer, to press a kiss on octavian's cheek. as he draws back, ] But you're welcome.