[ if viktor was the love of his life, the horse lifestyle was the love of his world. he loved what he did. he loved waking up when it was still dark and loved stepping into the stables to be greeted by whinnies, the placid kindness of the mares and the hotblooded show of the stallions. the sweetness of foals. and now, he has his love in his bed, reading a book to him. there was nothing more he could want.
jayce does not last more than five minutes as viktor pets through his hair and reads him possibily the first page of the book before drifting off into a siesta. he looks so peaceful. he closes his eyes to a smile and smiles back the entire time he dreams so deeply his lips keep the slight upturn with his easy, deep breaths. ]
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jayce does not last more than five minutes as viktor pets through his hair and reads him possibily the first page of the book before drifting off into a siesta. he looks so peaceful. he closes his eyes to a smile and smiles back the entire time he dreams so deeply his lips keep the slight upturn with his easy, deep breaths. ]