[ it looks . . . a little inflamed and, if it's anything like his, delightfully sore. jayce sighs at being kissed, pressing his lips together and rubbing his hands over viktor's arms, over his back— and down to his legs, and feet. the kink in his brows is soothed a touch, but still giving him wrinkles he probably shouldn't have yet. ]
Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
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Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
maybe enough to get a house on the field. ]