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june catch-all

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts in comments
What: june catch-all, some tdm prompts
When: june
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers

misc lab stuff and various fruits.

[viktor's lab in the willful machine is usually left unlocked when he's working inside. friends or acquaintances have likely been told they're welcome to stop by if they like, either to say hello or to get help with whatever a vaguely sketchy lab could handle. of course someone he doesn't know can just walk in too or knock. maybe there's a sudden downpour and that ajar door is tempting? go for it.

the lab has been slowly filling with all sorts of nonsense on the various tables- lasers! tasers! some weird machine hooked up to a blood gem? it is not unlikely to be walking by and hear some minor booming noise and either a curse in czech or a satisfied 'a-ha!' feel free to investigate.

this month there's something else too, a bowl full of fruit. all the fruits mentioned in the tdm in fact, there to be tested on though it looks more like they're just for guests if people are unaware there's some weird shit going on.]

Just a moment, make yourself at home. [he might say to guest. that would include eating some fruit, right? enjoy. probably not the raw lemon though, that's weird.]

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gaze and time loops.

[having lungs mostly working for the moment is pretty great, in viktor's humble opinion. it means walking around the trench doesn't come with the risk of coughing up blood and attracting beasts and generally having a bad time, along with added perks like not getting so easily winded and going for longer. it also means he finds himself out longer than he usually would, which maybe isn't the best, as it turns out.

for example, making his way home through gaze and hearing the chilling cry of a beast, sighing and trying to make his way around what turns out to be the wrong corner. maybe that's where he sees your character before the snarling of a too close beast starts in earnest.

and then snap! they're both back about an hour, where they passed on the street. the look viktor gives is somewhere between resigned and 'fuck this, actually.'] There is a term for this. 'One of those days,' I think.

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We cannot have that, I'm fond of those eyes. [viktor's tone is amused, even resisting another kiss to help him try and not lose said eyes in such a tragic way.

what is nice about pal being upright is he can loop his arms around pal's shoulders, pull him close like a slow, floating dance as his brow raises then he huffs.] I am still annoyed I didn't save the ring for when I was sober. Instead fumbling around like a fool rather than something nicer.

[still, when he reaches to take pal's hand, his ringed hand, his eyes soften and something in him yearns in an odd way. it's ridiculous, aside from an agonizing wedding in some grand church they've committed themselves to each other thoroughly, and still he's feeling like it maybe isn't enough. it maybe could be more. it maybe could be again, because he just wants to declare it to pal like a mantra.

hm. he kisses the ring.] I've always been serious about that. You do hate unnecessary exposure to the sun.

[Oh, and of course there should be no doubt as to whether or not Palamedes is into the floating dance: he absolutely is. He drops a hand automatically to Viktor's hip, squeezing with unbridled affection before coming to rest at the small of his back in the style of a fancy waltz, of which he was probably once taught at least one or two. For those inter-House parties he didn't like going to.]

Oh, please; you were sweet. You were perfect.

[He doesn't need anything more than murmured promises on the couch, or rings made with such enthusiasm that Viktor forgot his own; in fact, the lack of grandeur feels better, in a way. He smiles, impossibly tender, and leans their foreheads together after Viktor kisses his ring. That's sweet and perfect, as well? Everything about Viktor is sweet, and perfect, and ought to be— celebrated.

But like this, floating around, and not with any bells and whistles. He could shout it from the rooftops, but only if Viktor particularly wanted him to.]

I do hate the sun, true enough. When you were drunk it was because you missed me, [another tease.] I get the appeal; pressing a button and being at your side— think of all that travel time I could spend on you, instead.

[the position amuses viktor, who has to ask,] Do you know how to dance? [and, because he can't help himself,] A couple's first dance is a major part of weddings where I'm from. Some practice for months.

[he huffs, smiling despite himself. fine, maybe it wasn't a terrible way for things to go, likely better than wondering if there was a good time, if it should be a grand gesture, bogged down by details.

the same hand he kissed gets held in his like it's a real dance, the other at pal's shoulder.]

Well... I do agree with myself there. We had good reasons but I am hoping we won't be spending that much time apart again. [a glance to the the metal encasing the hexgem and he says,] I could probably make something. The gates were teleportation, after all.

I was once educated in several traditional waltzes, [he says, emphasis on the 'once'. He was, one time, for one day, taught to hold a partner and box step around, because the House adept and also Warden needed to sometimes be seen in public and being halting and uncomfortable would be better than nothing. It's not the same here and now, with Viktor; but then, it's also not an actual dance. Still, this kind of intimate press would not be the goal of parading one's Warden around for inter-House visitors.

He sort of... moves a foot, like that will give them a little spin. He's not kicking, that's silly. But it's close to a little kick. He wants to do a romantic spin, so if the hexgem would cooperate, that'd be aces.]

Make me a teleportation device I can fit in my pocket and I'll never be away from you for a whole night ever again. I shouldn't be anyway, if I can help it; I promise. And if you're staying late here, or at the Sanctuary, I'll bring pillows.

[Nothing else particularly matters as much to him as Viktor, that it would occupy him well into the night like that. Especially so close to cracking the problem of the lungs— he's declaring it now, pointedly.

Ah, and, with a small but tender smile,] Do we have months of practice time to spare on dancing? If you want a wedding, let's have one now.

Well, this time you know more than I do. I've only ever seen others do their ballroom dances. [this is a skilled pair in the art of dancing. it's certainly not something undercity kids learned, and for all the fancy parties he was forced to attend he was able to wave off any dances easily enough.

the idea of that teenage pal being taught to dance by stiff sixth tutors is a hilarious one though. it makes him grin as much as their slow spin from that definitely not a kick. the hexgem is merciful for now.]

If we could make a handheld device that connected to the lantern system... [yup, even slow float dancing there's gotta be Science. he manages to put a pin in that though, something to ponder, far more interesting is, well, weddings. promises.]

A wedding in the middle of our first dance? ... efficient. I rather like it. [this time he'll do the not kick, the shifting to coax gravity to allow them a quicker little turn before it's settling into a languid shift.] I'll take that as a vow. No more long nights apart, when we can help it. I promise to find a way to bend magic to make it easier for you.

You're doing great. Excellent footwork.

[Haha, because. They're not on the floor. Neither of them really knows how to dance, and that's fine; they know where to put their hands and how to spin in a jaunty little circle, which is more than enough. Soon enough he'll be itching to give Viktor an exciting twirl, but not yet.]

A portable lantern? [Without little men in the house, as drunk Viktor was so concerned about? Sounds fun. Palamedes cannot resist the Science himself, and so he offers,] Didn't you find some kind of wrist piece in the tunnels? Could that work?

[can the pipboys have fast travel!!!

Anyway, he tuts lightly at the Science, already abandoning the pretense of a proper waltz by wrapping his whole arm around Viktor's waist instead of a gentle hand, pulling them flush together while they do this lazy spin. Weddings, vows... they've made so many vows to each other over all this time that making a numbered list of them now is - well, super great, he does love a numbered list - but not so pressing that it has to be that formal.

However,] We've done this entirely backwards, so at this juncture, let me properly ask: Viktor, do you want to get married?

Must be my teacher and all his pointers. [viktor does one little kick, mostly to poke fun at pal's footwork there but keeping the spin going is nice. dancing without the knee and back pain, what a win for them.

the fondness at bringing up the pipboy though.] I did, and it could be possible... it's a hardy enough piece of machinery we could probably outfit it with some of our technology in a more compact manner without causing too much extra bulk.

[he's thinking about that still as pal pulls him close, which does wonders to distract from Science. the hand on pal's shoulder goes to his jaw, a ridiculous little flutter in his chest at something that's already been asked in odd ways and confirmed over and over.]

I would like to get married, Palamedes. And in the place of our first date too, very sentimental.

[he presses their foreheads together, says quietly,] So, for better or worse than? Sickness, health, all of that?

[Palamedes scoffs, giving his side a gentle pinch. Respect the little kicks, sir, thank you. He's already enamored by the machine, and the floating, and the dancing - and yet there's still more enamored to be, judging by the horrendous amount of fondness radiating from his smile while Viktor talks about the pipboy and their technology. Oh yeah, that's the stuff...]

We could cut a few gems? Will you let me use the laser?

[Said as if to say, pleeeease and also I promise not to burn anything. He's making a great case for himself, or so he believes. But that's what lasers are for, aren't they? To slice up gems like lunch meat to put into pipboys?

They can work out the laser permissions in a minute; he tilts his head just so to kiss Viktor on the nose, at the peak of his sentiment.]

All of that and everything else. With you, it's always better. [Saccharine, but true; imagining having to deal with this place without Viktor's support is, hm, terrible! Wouldn't like it. Nah.] Always.

[...Oh, yes, this is their Wedding,] I do.

[as always the nerd vibes are horrendous. viktor's eyes light up at the idea of cutting the gems- god are blood gems so much easier to work with than hex bullshit, thank god. his lips quirk very fondly at the request for the laser.]

My laser is your laser. You may want a little practice first. [surely no fingers will be lost and, if so, whatever. robot fingers. aka he'll just teach pal how to use it and has little doubt his very clever husband now will pick it up quickly. sap everywhere.

ah, now he's letting go to cup pal's face and return that with,] I do. [and then a kiss. a long, not church appropriate one, cupping his jaw like the precious thing he is.

it's like they're taking baby steps to a full out wedding. frankly he wouldn't do it any other way.]

Oh, I get free access to the laser, [he murmurs, a stupid nerd joke before he leans fully into the woefully inappropriate kiss - thank goodness they've gotten married here in the lab, and not the Sanctuary. Imagine the scandal. He runs his fingers through Viktor's hair, holding him close to kiss him for even longer, compelled by the sudden thought that this kiss in particular really has to count. It's The Kiss, after all, complete with indulgently dipping Viktor backwards with that arm still looped around his waist, since they're floating and won't topple uselessly to the floor in a pile of stick limbs.

All things considered, he thinks he's doing this wedding thing very well, very accurately. At the end of the kiss he lingers close, pressing another to the corner of Viktor's mouth with a hum.]

What do they say now? I now declare us— very married. By the power vested in me by, as it happens, also me.

[Perfect. His credentials are flawless.]

Did I not put that on the list of perks? [you know, when they were ridiculous months ago, making a bit about itemized lists of why dating was good. incredible. of course that pleasant nostalgia goes to the way side as pal shifts them and they're kissing like a promise.

not the first time a kiss has felt that way but surely the most pointed of any of them, the more intentional. very easy to wrap his arms around pal and kiss him like those are his vows, floating there. getting down will be fun for future them.

he laughs, noses brushing.] You probably have that power in some way, yes? Master Warden and all. That's good enough for me.

[another kiss, then he pulls back to just look at pal, his stupid pretty eyes and glasses more than likely a little crooked by now.] Best wedding I've ever been to. Precise, excellent decorations.

I like to check off the little boxes, you know me. [Mentally, but he spares a hand to mime drawing a checkmark in the air before that hand goes back to Viktor. Lasers: confirmed!

So— here they are, almost as married as it's possible to be in this town, and he feels - well, the same? It feels less like an update and more like a confirmation of what they've been doing for a while now, and he likes that; he wants to feel like this, secure and happy and literally floating, for the rest of his life.

And his glasses are crooked, which he dutifully ignores to grin and steal one more kiss, hand cupped against Viktor's jaw.]

I'll have you sign and stamp some forms, if you really want the most authentic Warden experience. [Hmm, and he looks up - at the rest of the area of pretty blue floating magic, to which he says-] I do like the decorations. Why does it look like this, did you figure that out?

I'll make a proper list for you one day, just so you can check it to your heart's content. [the bit is too real because he probably will do this, to see pal smile about it. gross.

speaking of yes, it doesn't feel much different, which is rather delightful if he's being honest. is it unbearably sentimental to be so content with how things are there's no need for change? probably. maybe later he'll recognize the satisfaction as some sort of event quirk regardless, but for now he lifts a hand to gentle adjust pal's glasses.

he likes the new ones, very librarian chique.]

It's the magic of my world. [he offers, glancing over but eyes pulled back regardless.] The Hexgem is a pocket of it, or a source. This is simply what it tends to look like when being activated, or the runes spoken.

If you want to get into details Hextech draws on elemental and spiritual magic. So I suppose in that way you're seeing a piece of my world. [a nice thought. better than smelly fissure cave. and have a small smirk.] One day I'll have to bend your ear on categorizing necromancy in Runeterra terms. That is pillow talk, no?

[He hums, eyeing the blue aura— he always wants to get into the details, gosh, of course. Details and a custom checklist? Amazing; he's married the perfect man.]

Does it manifest the magic through itself, or is it magic, condensed into a solid form?

[He doesn't know much about magical items, specifically, besides seeing a few around in Trench; Luna's wand was a marvel, and that was a stick with some stuff in the core. If there were a necromancy marble he could carry around in a pocket, imagine the applications...

Ah, but the applications and the sentimental awe of a much prettier piece of Viktor's world can be put on hold for him to give an amused scoff and cup Viktor's jaw fondly, thumb nudging the corner of that smirk. Please, what if Rio were to wake up and hear this obscene talk?]

I've been trying this whole time not to think about the adult applications of this field, don't tempt me with pillow talk. [And a kiss, brief and shockingly chaste after he suggests banging in the magic bubble,] But yes, absolutely. I'll draw up a list of theorems and we'll compare.

In truth? It is still a matter of debate. Jayce and I would spend hours theorizing. [just nerd stuff. another little pang in his chest because he takes a moment to imagine how delightful it would be to see jayce and pal debate magic theory. it makes him press a kiss to pal's temple and murmur,] I believe it is a condensed though flexible source. That it works here in the Trench supports that theory.

[or if dr sex jr heard? he's probably here, and hopefully won't get lifted into the sky. no saucy talk in front of the skeleton and lizard child, though viktor's still smirking.]

We could make something similar with a darkblood gem, if low gravity is a turn on for you. [amused though yeah, like he'd do it so.] It is easier on the joints.

I suppose that makes it not dissimilar to a bloodstone, but with a different source.

[are bloodstones just necromancy marbles. no, that would be silly.]

But if it releases something like this, I'm getting the impression we shouldn't try the laser on it. [Good to know. He would love to have magic arguments with Jayce one day, maybe throw the magic marble around-- no, probably not that. But they could gesture at it significantly, it would be great.

Here in the low gravity, however-]

It is. Easy enough that I could lift you up, too.

[He raises his eyebrows like hm? Yes? Can he do a bridal carry here at their own lo-fi wedding? First it's going upside down and now it's this; he is insatiable.

He is slowly tilting down... speak now or forever hold your peace, anyone who does not want Viktor to get scooped up under the knees.]

[they kind of are necromancy marbles. imagine the weird and unhinged stuff one could do.] Yes, it's why our work has been as fluid as it is. I feared we'd be working from the ground up but the two gems are similar enough there was only tweaking involved.

[thank god. the laser gets a snort.] No, it would explode if the laser managed. Jayce lost an entire apartment to a rogue crystal.

[and jinx lost an entire family haha anyway

pal gets a raised brow like really? but he is heartily amused despite it. he is holding his peace, frankly is he ever going to complain about being in pal's arms? never. well, never when pal isn't going to break something trying to do it with his noodle arms.

so when it happens he laughs, hands at pal's shoulders.] Oh, how dashing. Thank gods you have me or I'd fall swooning. [dry but unbearably, terribly fond.]

That must be why you keep it in your pocket.

[Dry, because it fucking explodes!!! Viktor!!— but he shakes his head; alright, alright, Viktor is the magic rock expert, at least comparatively. He's glad the bloodstones don't explode - so far - imagine the mess.

Anyway, now with Viktor sufficiently scooped up, Palamedes can kiss his face with even more gusto than moments ago. Is this how physically strong people feel all the time? Amazing.

Still, with a chuckle,] You wouldn't, because I'd have overbalanced and taken us both down before you got the chance.

[Sad but true. He gives up on pretending like he's standing in midair, at this point, settling into a more comfortable curled up floating position with Viktor in his arms and almost kind of his lap, too. This is the ideal and nobody is going to overbalance into a backwards somersault at any point, for sure. That would just be too silly.]

You found this one in the tunnels, didn't you? Should we go back and look for more someday?

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