[ jayce makes his expression quite torn! promises of a lovely, lazy morning . . . maybe when they have their own stable hand. ]
Warhammer wouldn't forgive me.
[ when he gets to the stables, they're already making a racket and banging at stall doors . . . they'd be so mad at him for sleeping in.
not to mention his job. but it's a nice activity to include in his retirement plan. he catches himself thinking of growing old with this man on a small property, their own horses— greying beards and wrinkled eyes when they smile. so many foals. that is what marriage foretells, anyway, so, he can't be wrong to fantasize.
jayce went far with that one. he blinks a few times and rubs viktor's arm. ]
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Warhammer wouldn't forgive me.
[ when he gets to the stables, they're already making a racket and banging at stall doors . . . they'd be so mad at him for sleeping in.
not to mention his job. but it's a nice activity to include in his retirement plan. he catches himself thinking of growing old with this man on a small property, their own horses— greying beards and wrinkled eyes when they smile. so many foals. that is what marriage foretells, anyway, so, he can't be wrong to fantasize.
jayce went far with that one. he blinks a few times and rubs viktor's arm. ]
You'll wake me up at noon?