[ He lets his hand draw up the back of Viktor's neck, stroking through his hair. He doesn't feel much anxiety about winding around each other like this. There's no privacy here, but they're among friends, and besides that they have no idea what the morning will bring.
Viktor's shown him the abilities the Singularity granted him before. He doesn't know what to make of them matching so closely to the power he gains in his dream. But, he's glad to be alive. The marks on his chest don't seem to bother him either, neither does the idea that there might be permanent changes deeper within where he was wounded. This isn't like the ritual bond he has with the Rifter - but he wants to think it's something more than the blood he once offered Viktor - that if he needed to find him again, now there is this.
He thinks it's too strange to admit aloud (the blood felt like it was pushing it), and keeps it to himself. ]
I don't feel it. [ he reassures, pressing his lips to the top of his head with a little huff. ] Like it didn't even happen.
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Viktor's shown him the abilities the Singularity granted him before. He doesn't know what to make of them matching so closely to the power he gains in his dream. But, he's glad to be alive. The marks on his chest don't seem to bother him either, neither does the idea that there might be permanent changes deeper within where he was wounded. This isn't like the ritual bond he has with the Rifter - but he wants to think it's something more than the blood he once offered Viktor - that if he needed to find him again, now there is this.
He thinks it's too strange to admit aloud (the blood felt like it was pushing it), and keeps it to himself. ]
I don't feel it. [ he reassures, pressing his lips to the top of his head with a little huff. ] Like it didn't even happen.