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Viktor ([personal profile] techmaturgy) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-05-17 02:02 am (UTC)

i got u B)

"I'm aware," he says, smiling up at Jayce warmly. Despite his complicated feelings about making a life here, Viktor can't deny that he has friends, and family, and a purpose. It may not be what he expected for himself, and it might not be the promise he made to the Undercity, but it is something, and it's important. Jayce is a large part of it, and for that, Viktor is grateful.

He thinks for a moment about the first few months after Jayce's arrival--how insecure he was, that Viktor was making friends and a name for himself. All of that has melted away, the two of them more secure in their work and each other than ever, and he can't help but feel proud. That much is evident in his expression as he reaches up to straighten the hat on Jayce's head.

"I'm ready. Fallon is expecting us."

--

The presentation goes well--better than well, and the two of them share a meal afterward, debriefing and talking about where they'll go from here. It seems likely that they can lobby for a permanent portal to Aquila, which will make expanding their business easier. Even better, Fallon seemed to like what they had to offer. It might not be as world-shattering as Hextech, but it will help people, and that's what matters. That's all Viktor has ever really wanted to do.

After that, they go to the promised beach, hats and all. Viktor takes to the water a little better now that he's not being unceremoniously dropped into it a mile offshore, but they still stay in the shallows and he stays within reach of Jayce. He likes the feeling of weightlessness and the soft sand underneath them. The day proceeds, all things considered, fairly perfectly.

With no further obligations, he finally takes some time to relax, finding it wholly pleasant. They spend all day on the beach, sometimes in the water, sometimes under the shade of an umbrella. They have, thoughtfully, packed an icebox of snacks and drinks that they pick at through the afternoon. By the time the sun starts to sink, Viktor is drifting off in his chair, his hat over his face and his hand reaching for Jayce's.

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