[ every time jayce hears my heart he could explode into a sea of stars. just like the one in his dreams, sometimes. a vast, deep sea of nebulae and the twinkles of stars, curtains of golden threads . . . as gold as viktor's eyes. as gold as the sun outside. it's almost surreal that he now knew what gold even was after a lifetime of seeing shades of grey.
the fact that he likes his simple country dish for simple country people makes jayce the one to looks sheepish. a glad and amused sort of humbled. when jayce managed to cook something tasty, his mother would tease him: you're fit to marry, now. mother had her point. there is a domesticity to this that has softened jayce to an unbelievable point. what is it, if not something he's always wanted? ]
It was worth it. [ he didn't even wake up cranky. he's never been this mellow in years, actually. now comes the warning as jayce shimmies onto the bed, stretching his tired legs. ] But If I lay down, I'll sleep.
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the fact that he likes his simple country dish for simple country people makes jayce the one to looks sheepish. a glad and amused sort of humbled. when jayce managed to cook something tasty, his mother would tease him: you're fit to marry, now. mother had her point. there is a domesticity to this that has softened jayce to an unbelievable point. what is it, if not something he's always wanted? ]
It was worth it. [ he didn't even wake up cranky. he's never been this mellow in years, actually. now comes the warning as jayce shimmies onto the bed, stretching his tired legs. ] But If I lay down, I'll sleep.
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