[ it is perhaps unsurprising that he feels the same — that he too would be content to simply be, and the request to stay earns a simple, easy nod from him. of course he is staying; there's nowhere else he would rather be than here, their heads pressed together.
only, the beeping interrupts the moment — but when octavian explains the reasoning, viktor is once again struck speechless; that octavian had done that, to know when exactly viktor should be back... it is at once sweet and so very on brand for octavian to do that his chest feels full, not in the horrifying way of his death but with a ballooning emotion the size of an entire planet, warm and buoyant, and viktor stares at octavian for a moment and thinks, i adore you —
instead of saying that, though, before octavian can extract himself from their half-embrace, viktor leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips, hoping it says everything that would take him hours to put to words, and more.
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only, the beeping interrupts the moment — but when octavian explains the reasoning, viktor is once again struck speechless; that octavian had done that, to know when exactly viktor should be back... it is at once sweet and so very on brand for octavian to do that his chest feels full, not in the horrifying way of his death but with a ballooning emotion the size of an entire planet, warm and buoyant, and viktor stares at octavian for a moment and thinks, i adore you —
instead of saying that, though, before octavian can extract himself from their half-embrace, viktor leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips, hoping it says everything that would take him hours to put to words, and more.
and then, pulling back, ]
Let's go turn it off. The sound is... grating.