[ jayce's eyes widen for a moment. court— him? of course this was going to be a mutual process, but hearing it outloud . . . it flusters him in the most pleasant way. he hadn't been expecting to hear it, but then again— when did jayce really expect anything when it came to viktor? the man was a capricious seductor . . . (says jayce).
his lips part in a way that bubbles concern to his lips. he's about to ask. say something. would your family ever accept me? his eyes dart in contemplation.
jayce presses his fallen lips together in a pursed smile, keeps the worry lidded. still not a good time. he's too weak to resist viktor, and too steadfast to give up on him. still raising viktor's hand with his, he takes a gander at charming him, pressing his lips to the top of his knuckles in gallant gesture. ]
That's not my choice to make, [ he assures, then softly adds, mildly abashed: ] but I'd like it.
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his lips part in a way that bubbles concern to his lips. he's about to ask. say something. would your family ever accept me? his eyes dart in contemplation.
jayce presses his fallen lips together in a pursed smile, keeps the worry lidded. still not a good time. he's too weak to resist viktor, and too steadfast to give up on him. still raising viktor's hand with his, he takes a gander at charming him, pressing his lips to the top of his knuckles in gallant gesture. ]
That's not my choice to make, [ he assures, then softly adds, mildly abashed: ] but I'd like it.