gleed

The soft lining of the waistcoat that had been abandoned on the very chair Viktor sat on. A cruel mimic of a chest, pressed to his back, hand carved rungs poor imitations of sturdy ribs or thick muscle.

He really was moments away from cutting out his own heart.

I have to cut it out. I’ll cut it out and I’ll replace my lungs and I’ll put a stop to this discordant singing in my blood and I’ll stop seeing purple and runes every time I close my eyes and he sees me like a brother? A fucking brother?

“My brain is kind of on fire right now and I really don’t need another - ”

“Is it always on fire?” Viktor said bluntly.

“What - ?”

“Are you always on edge - ah , forgive the term of phrase,” Viktor considered where they had stood not three hours ago, the way Jayce had dangled like bait in the gaping maw of his obliterated lab. So much could change, he thought, in so little time. “How should I put this…do you ever find yourself wondering if everyone’s brain is as loud as your own?”