[viktor's been trying to ignore the wreaths, to be entirely honest.
he could say it's to respect privacy, it partially is, but there's a selfish inclination as well. his recent return home came with matters he doesn't want to dwell on, ones he doesn't really want anyone else to see. one in particular he knows eventually the trench will make him contend with, because he hasn't been punished for it.
he deserves to be, he knows that. he'll accept it when it inevitably comes but for now he'll be selfish and enjoy the time he has to pretend matters are better than they are.
a lot of drama to say yes, avoiding those thing. it's probably a stupid series of events that leads him to touching one he had pointedly been looking away from as he passed in sanctuary. rio moving too fast, someone bumping into him, tripping. whatever the case his hand brushes it-
and he will be landing himself in a memory alright, though not his own. what is he seeing, nico?]
viktor and nico | winter mourning
he could say it's to respect privacy, it partially is, but there's a selfish inclination as well. his recent return home came with matters he doesn't want to dwell on, ones he doesn't really want anyone else to see. one in particular he knows eventually the trench will make him contend with, because he hasn't been punished for it.
he deserves to be, he knows that. he'll accept it when it inevitably comes but for now he'll be selfish and enjoy the time he has to pretend matters are better than they are.
a lot of drama to say yes, avoiding those thing. it's probably a stupid series of events that leads him to touching one he had pointedly been looking away from as he passed in sanctuary. rio moving too fast, someone bumping into him, tripping. whatever the case his hand brushes it-
and he will be landing himself in a memory alright, though not his own. what is he seeing, nico?]