[ jayce's shoulders quake silently, and another breath of a would-be laugh whistles between the gap in his teeth. when he has regained his composure enough to lift his gaze back to viktor he is even smiling with his eyes, the flash of white from his mouth a split second beam as he cants his head and lifts his brows for emphasis.
the knee is finished. the final casing is on the shin and ankle. jayce does this next part quite similarly as he does fixing shoes; it's easier for him. lifting viktor's leg and placing his own thighs together, jayce unrolls his trusty leather apron from his box and unfurls it in his lap. viktor's heel is lowered into the gap caused by his legs squeezed, securing his foot and switching hands. his right encircles viktor's calf, his first two fingers left open to support as the other two curl around a flacid ball of muscle; his left turns the cog, and the metal squeaks with pressure. ]
I open my mouth and everyone runs.
[ he says that in a lighthearted way, because it doesn't bother him now. most people he's met don't want to hear him yap about the biomechanics of a horse's foot over their looks, or listen to him dump information about why he thinks a horse would need uneven shoes to recover from lameness. or even how a brace with the right proportions could save a horse that would have to be euthanized on sight.
no one ever rivaled his mental stimulation and his needs for that over warming a bed. after the accident, jayce learned even more to never prioritize fleeting pleasure over lasting connection. ]
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the knee is finished. the final casing is on the shin and ankle. jayce does this next part quite similarly as he does fixing shoes; it's easier for him. lifting viktor's leg and placing his own thighs together, jayce unrolls his trusty leather apron from his box and unfurls it in his lap. viktor's heel is lowered into the gap caused by his legs squeezed, securing his foot and switching hands. his right encircles viktor's calf, his first two fingers left open to support as the other two curl around a flacid ball of muscle; his left turns the cog, and the metal squeaks with pressure. ]
I open my mouth and everyone runs.
[ he says that in a lighthearted way, because it doesn't bother him now. most people he's met don't want to hear him yap about the biomechanics of a horse's foot over their looks, or listen to him dump information about why he thinks a horse would need uneven shoes to recover from lameness. or even how a brace with the right proportions could save a horse that would have to be euthanized on sight.
no one ever rivaled his mental stimulation and his needs for that over warming a bed. after the accident, jayce learned even more to never prioritize fleeting pleasure over lasting connection. ]
Except you.