[ oh, what a damn charmer. viktor's grace goes absolutely unmatched, the light greys that kiss his skin from the moonlight and makes the color of his eyes pop. he's— beautiful. absolutely beautiful. jayce is grateful that he'd chosen a quiet, private spot away from the lights of both the manor and the city—
the sky is bright with white, twinkling specks. they barely need light at all. he'd always imagined what color it'd all be. many spoke of it's beauty. ah, but jayce . . . is distracted from trying to look up and wonder if he could see more color in the sky when the greatest of them— his first— is what he looks for once joining viktor on their tree-turned mounting aid.
swinging off the gelding and tying him there, jayce leaves a bit of space for warhammer to graze, patting at the slab of his great neck and praising him— and eying viktor through the curve connecting the slender horse's mandible and neck.
jayce has to resist the urge to catch him off guard, in pure silence, just to kiss him. his heart was riled, racing and wanting like the beat of the hooves that brought them here. his leg aches in a way that is not uncommon after a hard day's work, made more apparant by the use of his muscle to mount. he'll have to stretch it out, notices that viktor quite needs the same before asking: ]
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the sky is bright with white, twinkling specks. they barely need light at all. he'd always imagined what color it'd all be. many spoke of it's beauty. ah, but jayce . . . is distracted from trying to look up and wonder if he could see more color in the sky when the greatest of them— his first— is what he looks for once joining viktor on their tree-turned mounting aid.
swinging off the gelding and tying him there, jayce leaves a bit of space for warhammer to graze, patting at the slab of his great neck and praising him— and eying viktor through the curve connecting the slender horse's mandible and neck.
jayce has to resist the urge to catch him off guard, in pure silence, just to kiss him. his heart was riled, racing and wanting like the beat of the hooves that brought them here. his leg aches in a way that is not uncommon after a hard day's work, made more apparant by the use of his muscle to mount. he'll have to stretch it out, notices that viktor quite needs the same before asking: ]
Does sitting sound good?