[ it all pieces together to paint a very . . . odd and completely coincidental picture, but their shared similarities are becoming a bit too much to toss up to something as simple and vague as that. jayce was still a man of study, science and pattern—
and there is something, there.
taking viktor's hand, jayce finds a slow walk— a budding warmth furls from his middle at the touch of fingers, spreads through his limbs. putting his arm into a curve, he guides viktor's hand through the newly formed loop, and continues to hold him by gently caressing fingers to fingers. ]
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[ it all pieces together to paint a very . . . odd and completely coincidental picture, but their shared similarities are becoming a bit too much to toss up to something as simple and vague as that. jayce was still a man of study, science and pattern—
and there is something, there.
taking viktor's hand, jayce finds a slow walk— a budding warmth furls from his middle at the touch of fingers, spreads through his limbs. putting his arm into a curve, he guides viktor's hand through the newly formed loop, and continues to hold him by gently caressing fingers to fingers. ]
How often?