Fine, I am making a mental note as we speak. [absolutely is, he will learn what each skull looks like at least. he's not sure if it's better or worse than the house crests of upper echelons of piltover- okay, it is better purely because he finds it amusing and properly thematic other than obnoxious. then again his good mood might be pal-adjacent, a direct correlation to proximity even.
part of him just wants to rest his head on pal's shoulder and stay like this for a quiet moment. the rest is happy to drift in the present as they are, and it wins out.
something else he's allowed to do he realize, reach up to brush at pal's hair, a curious hum at the texture.] I think we'll make do, in a shocking betrayal of my origins I do not find senseless violence attractive. Innovative ideas and saving me with magic wards when we first met? I am impressed. Consider that box checked.
[and he's happy to just melt into the kiss, letting go of any other intentions other than the simple moment of it. his hands rest on pal's shoulders and yes, that statement hits him when it's made, less with the promise and more with the understanding, a reassurance he would never think to ask for but pal still realizes would be welcome.
that's the oddest mix of sweet and clever that he's come to realize is very pal in a nutshell. a boy with such big ideas he set on a course and made it happen, because he saw he could help, viktor thinks. it's fascinating but more so it's the kind of warmth viktor can't help but covet, want to drag and keep close and bear his teeth at any threat to it.
he believes pal will stick around, if he has the choice. he also knows good things get snatched up and away quickly, one way or another, so his answering kiss reflects something like gratitude mixed with a fervent note, that grip on his shoulders a little tighter, keeping him close. tasting the words in his mouth before forcing himself to pull away.
he just regards him for a moment, a small smile.] You did when I rudely ignored your messages. So will I, you know. I'd be a fool not to.
no subject
part of him just wants to rest his head on pal's shoulder and stay like this for a quiet moment. the rest is happy to drift in the present as they are, and it wins out.
something else he's allowed to do he realize, reach up to brush at pal's hair, a curious hum at the texture.] I think we'll make do, in a shocking betrayal of my origins I do not find senseless violence attractive. Innovative ideas and saving me with magic wards when we first met? I am impressed. Consider that box checked.
[and he's happy to just melt into the kiss, letting go of any other intentions other than the simple moment of it. his hands rest on pal's shoulders and yes, that statement hits him when it's made, less with the promise and more with the understanding, a reassurance he would never think to ask for but pal still realizes would be welcome.
that's the oddest mix of sweet and clever that he's come to realize is very pal in a nutshell. a boy with such big ideas he set on a course and made it happen, because he saw he could help, viktor thinks. it's fascinating but more so it's the kind of warmth viktor can't help but covet, want to drag and keep close and bear his teeth at any threat to it.
he believes pal will stick around, if he has the choice. he also knows good things get snatched up and away quickly, one way or another, so his answering kiss reflects something like gratitude mixed with a fervent note, that grip on his shoulders a little tighter, keeping him close. tasting the words in his mouth before forcing himself to pull away.
he just regards him for a moment, a small smile.] You did when I rudely ignored your messages. So will I, you know. I'd be a fool not to.