[ their arms looping together makes viktor let out a small sigh, content and comfortable and happy like this.
he gives a halting nod to octavian's mention of family, before realising they're not looking at each other and thus the nod is all but equal to silence; so, ] Yes.
[ and the offer, well — that creates a fresh burst of warmth in his chest, because yes, of course he's noticed that octavian doesn't place too much notice on others, and so the fact he is offering this freely, even asking to hear it, any and all... yes, it means a lot to him, its significance and importance are not lost on him. ]
Yes, [ he says again, a little softer, ] I will tell you. Someday. I would rather not...
[ burden this moment, he thinks, but lets the sentence trail off, trusting octavian to understand without it being completed. instead, he is silent for a moment, watches as the sun starts to disappear fully, leaving the sky a beautiful red-purple colour.
finally, when he speaks, it is with a kind of quiet nostalgia, ] My parents made me the uniform for the Academy. It is exceedingly hard to be admitted if you are from the Undercity. They will look at your exams and your application and only see your name. I would have been discarded immediately. So my parents made me a uniform, and one day I wore it and walked into the Academy like I belonged there. Attended lectures, took part in projects... and when I was finally found out, professor Heimerdinger had seen enough of my work to have been impressed and take me on as an assistant instead of kicking me out.
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he gives a halting nod to octavian's mention of family, before realising they're not looking at each other and thus the nod is all but equal to silence; so, ] Yes.
[ and the offer, well — that creates a fresh burst of warmth in his chest, because yes, of course he's noticed that octavian doesn't place too much notice on others, and so the fact he is offering this freely, even asking to hear it, any and all... yes, it means a lot to him, its significance and importance are not lost on him. ]
Yes, [ he says again, a little softer, ] I will tell you. Someday. I would rather not...
[ burden this moment, he thinks, but lets the sentence trail off, trusting octavian to understand without it being completed. instead, he is silent for a moment, watches as the sun starts to disappear fully, leaving the sky a beautiful red-purple colour.
finally, when he speaks, it is with a kind of quiet nostalgia, ] My parents made me the uniform for the Academy. It is exceedingly hard to be admitted if you are from the Undercity. They will look at your exams and your application and only see your name. I would have been discarded immediately. So my parents made me a uniform, and one day I wore it and walked into the Academy like I belonged there. Attended lectures, took part in projects... and when I was finally found out, professor Heimerdinger had seen enough of my work to have been impressed and take me on as an assistant instead of kicking me out.