[ The wooing would, unfortunately, require dismounting Jayce in order to mount a real horse, but that doesn't mean that Viktor is eager to leave his lap. It seems like the feeling is mutual, at least, because instead of making any move to get up, Jayce starts... staring at him. Viktor feels a blush heat his cheeks as their eyes lock, and at least he gets to focus on staring back at Jayce, into him, and he has a brief thought of what his soul must look like, something like a jeweled crown embedded in his forehead. Strange, how Viktor is only prone to fanciful imagery when it comes to Jayce.
He touches his fingertips to the center of Jayce's forehead, right where the multicolored jewels had come together at a point. Smoothing Jayce's hair back from his face, Viktor traces down his temple and jawline when he drums his fingers gently, thoughtfully. ] And you'll allow me to court you in return?
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He touches his fingertips to the center of Jayce's forehead, right where the multicolored jewels had come together at a point. Smoothing Jayce's hair back from his face, Viktor traces down his temple and jawline when he drums his fingers gently, thoughtfully. ] And you'll allow me to court you in return?