[ jayce cannot contain his need to kiss the dark bow of viktor's lips, a chaste press that is shortened only for him to speak between their mouths, a secret he's told no one. ]
You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.
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You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.