[ when jayce huffs, it's . . . a bit nostalgic. bittersweet? a melancholy sort. ]
It's been ages since I've been measured.
[ reminds him of his golden days and pristine piltover white dawning his broad shoulders like a cape, a shimmer of his family crest on his arms and proudly carrying the colors red and gold around with him. he was a showstopper. for someone once rejected, he'd grown so used to being seen, to be in the spotlight. to have finely tailored fabrics that complimented his healthy bulk.
jayce is brittle compared to those times. wrinkled from stress and thinned by hunger long before he rotted to death at the back of his pick-up. he's a hollow shell of his former self. he doesn't know how to feel about it, and quietly keeps his head (and rack of antlers) in a reserved dip that can't bring himself to really be excited for new clothes like a once youthful jayce may have been. helpful, yes. not a luxury. a necessity. ]
Got any greens?
[ that may be his only quip— he wants to wear viktor's colors. ]
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It's been ages since I've been measured.
[ reminds him of his golden days and pristine piltover white dawning his broad shoulders like a cape, a shimmer of his family crest on his arms and proudly carrying the colors red and gold around with him. he was a showstopper. for someone once rejected, he'd grown so used to being seen, to be in the spotlight. to have finely tailored fabrics that complimented his healthy bulk.
jayce is brittle compared to those times. wrinkled from stress and thinned by hunger long before he rotted to death at the back of his pick-up. he's a hollow shell of his former self. he doesn't know how to feel about it, and quietly keeps his head (and rack of antlers) in a reserved dip that can't bring himself to really be excited for new clothes like a once youthful jayce may have been. helpful, yes. not a luxury. a necessity. ]
Got any greens?
[ that may be his only quip— he wants to wear viktor's colors. ]