[Isn't it fortunate, to make a choice and immediately have it confirmed as the correct one? Not that Octavian has had any doubts about these feelings for Viktor, or reciprocating them openly, but there's still something to be said for actions speaking louder than words.
Because they could just go and have a walk around, and he would be satisfied with how this has gone. He's more than satisfied already, Viktor's hand in his and the rightness of it. He has no doubts, and yet when Viktor turns to face his family, Octavian spends a split second completely unaware of what he intends to do.
They aren't real, after all, the thing he must continously tell himself to keep himself centered— and yet. And yet. Octavian grips Viktor's hand harder, all but stunned into silence as he speaks to Sterling. The words themselves are sweet, Viktor has already made him happy a dozen times over, of course he'll be able to do that again, but—
It was good to meet you, said to a man who isn't really there, who he can never truly meet, to assure him that he will make Octavian happy. Octavian isn't sure anyone has ever given him anything more meaningful than that; he doubts anyone else ever will.
The figure of Sterling does respond again, raising his glass to Viktor and mouthing something else that isn't entirely audible, but his smile is clear enough. Then he looks at Octavian and winks, and Octavian makes a noise like a little wheeze and looks down and away. Good god, hang on, he needs a moment.
......Okay.] Yes. I did tell you he would like you.
[All of that interaction is proof enough for him, frankly, dream or not. He looks around for Rio then, wiggling his free hand at her— let him pat that big pink head as they finally move to leave the house.
It's dusk outside now, heedless of whatever late evening hour it was supposed to be indoors; everything is even redder in the dimming light. Octavian very studiously doesn't turn back to look at the house until they're a few more houses away, just in case.]
I do not know how robust this replication is... but where would you like to go?
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Because they could just go and have a walk around, and he would be satisfied with how this has gone. He's more than satisfied already, Viktor's hand in his and the rightness of it. He has no doubts, and yet when Viktor turns to face his family, Octavian spends a split second completely unaware of what he intends to do.
They aren't real, after all, the thing he must continously tell himself to keep himself centered— and yet. And yet. Octavian grips Viktor's hand harder, all but stunned into silence as he speaks to Sterling. The words themselves are sweet, Viktor has already made him happy a dozen times over, of course he'll be able to do that again, but—
It was good to meet you, said to a man who isn't really there, who he can never truly meet, to assure him that he will make Octavian happy. Octavian isn't sure anyone has ever given him anything more meaningful than that; he doubts anyone else ever will.
The figure of Sterling does respond again, raising his glass to Viktor and mouthing something else that isn't entirely audible, but his smile is clear enough. Then he looks at Octavian and winks, and Octavian makes a noise like a little wheeze and looks down and away. Good god, hang on, he needs a moment.
......Okay.] Yes. I did tell you he would like you.
[All of that interaction is proof enough for him, frankly, dream or not. He looks around for Rio then, wiggling his free hand at her— let him pat that big pink head as they finally move to leave the house.
It's dusk outside now, heedless of whatever late evening hour it was supposed to be indoors; everything is even redder in the dimming light. Octavian very studiously doesn't turn back to look at the house until they're a few more houses away, just in case.]
I do not know how robust this replication is... but where would you like to go?