[ don't mind if he does!! jayce plops himself down and sinks against the edge of the bed, his hand circling over viktor's shoulder to cup the opposite side of his head and guide his temple to jayce's lips; the little click of a kiss lingers there, until it's only jayce's warm breathing relaxing on him. oh, his body. it's slowing down . . . ]
Only by noon, [ so he has a break, beginning to hook his heels to his boots and kick them off, right then left. ] 'Ve got some shoes to forge.
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Only by noon, [ so he has a break, beginning to hook his heels to his boots and kick them off, right then left. ] 'Ve got some shoes to forge.