[ the breathing under his legs, the power in the hooves that carry him— it was a wonderful feeling to have that back. wonderful as it was dangerous to get too cocky too soon. warhammer was exactly how they described— he knew most commands, but he was impatient and hot-tempered, his movements harsh and lacking the grace needed for show. they weren't bad— it reminded jayce of his uncouth, more carefree riding style, but for dressage of all things? it wasn't really acceptable.
but they're not training today. he's just getting a feel, getting back on the saddle. he's happy he did.
jayce looks for viktor all the while— even as his partner lags then follows suite, jayce tests the gelding's turn and circles back to him, circles around him, quizzing his stead's march— he is not only putting his form up for show, but unmistakably taking a fancy to watching viktor's. up, down, at all angles— and eyes. there're no words, only smiles, smirks, grins— jayce doesnt know how to dance, but he knows how to make this look like one.
flirt. he can rival a stallion's endearing courting attempts. without all the flashiness.
the are riding into a clearing at somepoint, where the paleness of the sky reflects off a body of water that stretches on into a field of sleeping wildflowers. at least its not so dark here, and the shadowy sky starts to point out stars. ]
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but they're not training today. he's just getting a feel, getting back on the saddle. he's happy he did.
jayce looks for viktor all the while— even as his partner lags then follows suite, jayce tests the gelding's turn and circles back to him, circles around him, quizzing his stead's march— he is not only putting his form up for show, but unmistakably taking a fancy to watching viktor's. up, down, at all angles— and eyes. there're no words, only smiles, smirks, grins— jayce doesnt know how to dance, but he knows how to make this look like one.
flirt. he can rival a stallion's endearing courting attempts. without all the flashiness.
the are riding into a clearing at somepoint, where the paleness of the sky reflects off a body of water that stretches on into a field of sleeping wildflowers. at least its not so dark here, and the shadowy sky starts to point out stars. ]