[ the way the handkerchief is instantly handed back to him makes viktor smile — he doesn't mind that it's wet and gross, growing up in the undercity means he's used to a lot of unpleasantness, and a used handkerchief in his pocket? nothing, really.
and he has already been eyeing the mechanism to the bridge with some interest (and ignoring the way the bridge itself sort of reminds him of the one between piltover and zaun; bridges are a normal thing, not a symbol for a city divided, at least not here), but when octavian explains his involvement in the designing process, viktor's eyes light up and he tugs on their hands to actually go an examine the structure in more detail. ]
It is a remarkable design, [ he says, and again, it is both a compliment and a sincere remark; he doesn't do flattery. ] The way the counterweight is hidden is very clever.
[ unlike most drawbridges, it doesn't actually look like one, unless one looks closer — yes, clever indeed. he straightens up from his half-crouch (well, straightens up as much as his spine allows; more, here in this dream, than normally) and looks at octavian — to admire him, yes, his turn to watch the setting sun illuminate him in its light.
time to try something he's not done in years; he sets the cane to rest against the rail of the bridge, and, yes, his balance holds. which means he can keep their hands entwined, and lift his other hand to tuck a lock of hair behind octavian's ear, gently. admiring, indeed. ]
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and he has already been eyeing the mechanism to the bridge with some interest (and ignoring the way the bridge itself sort of reminds him of the one between piltover and zaun; bridges are a normal thing, not a symbol for a city divided, at least not here), but when octavian explains his involvement in the designing process, viktor's eyes light up and he tugs on their hands to actually go an examine the structure in more detail. ]
It is a remarkable design, [ he says, and again, it is both a compliment and a sincere remark; he doesn't do flattery. ] The way the counterweight is hidden is very clever.
[ unlike most drawbridges, it doesn't actually look like one, unless one looks closer — yes, clever indeed. he straightens up from his half-crouch (well, straightens up as much as his spine allows; more, here in this dream, than normally) and looks at octavian — to admire him, yes, his turn to watch the setting sun illuminate him in its light.
time to try something he's not done in years; he sets the cane to rest against the rail of the bridge, and, yes, his balance holds. which means he can keep their hands entwined, and lift his other hand to tuck a lock of hair behind octavian's ear, gently. admiring, indeed. ]