fic: prestidigitation
“So, be honest: is this the worst birthday you’ve ever had?” 3k of mostly-fluff, early-time-skip Jayce/Viktor for @nowwheresmynut
They make it through Jayce’s front door in a haze of fatigue. Nudging the light switch with his shoulder, Jayce considers the two packages on his kitchen table—one tied with a loving bow, the other wrapped with precision elegance—and then makes for the sofa anyway, because it’s softer and ten feet closer. He drops into its cushions with a quiet oomf, and a few seconds later Viktor fills the empty seats, his spindly legs spilling over into Jayce’s personal space.
They share a moment of mutual exhausted silence before Viktor tilts his head to find the clock on Jayce’s wall. “Still thirty-eight minutes until midnight.” His left knee jostles Jayce’s. “Happy birthday.”
Jayce’s groan lands somewhere in the neutral-to-positive zone. “Think my mom left me some cake.” He swings his head toward the kitchen, an insurmountable five steps away. “Uh. Help yourself.”
Viktor appears to give it genuine consideration and reaches for his cane. His fingertips swipe thrice at the air an inch from the pommel before he concedes defeat and lets his arm go limp, knuckles brushing the floor. “Can’t. I’ve irreversibly fused with your sofa.”
“Huh. Should’ve tried that earlier. Maybe they’d’ve given us that extension.”
Viktor scoffs. “Unlikely. I’m sure illegal transmutation of furniture comes with its own set of forms.”
Too tired to laugh, Jayce huffs an exhale instead.
