[ jayce watches as emotion furls across viktor's face, a wash of his own sweetens and mellows like the kindling fire in a thriving furnace. the hand once on viktor's shoulder lowers to the side of his arm with an affectionate squeeze, by now having lowered himself to the ground in front of viktor. he has his toolbox, right here. he's eager to see if he got the fit as right as he'd thought.
it is one of his best items to day. sleek, tailor-made, the archs are beautifully dipped and there are even decorative details sculpted into the grooves of the rods, and the colors— he doesn't know. he'll have to explain that later.
it is forged with all of the care in the world. a token of his affection and how much it's grown— a preliminary view of how much it could grow even further. ]
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it is one of his best items to day. sleek, tailor-made, the archs are beautifully dipped and there are even decorative details sculpted into the grooves of the rods, and the colors— he doesn't know. he'll have to explain that later.
it is forged with all of the care in the world. a token of his affection and how much it's grown— a preliminary view of how much it could grow even further. ]
Ready to try it on?
[ he asks this with gentle encouragement. ]