[ jayce's expression completely drops, like he's seen a ghost, or struck by startle so great he . . . doesn't know what to say at first. it's the same. the memory— if they could call it that, the same as his. a bright, beautiful color. floating, laughter, just—
doscovery. it felt special. it felt their's. jayce huffs out, similar to a breathless laugh, but he can barely curve his lips to make it so. he's still in disbelief. ]
It was . . . A cog. [ a silver cog that he tapped with his finger. he knew this one. it happened some days ago. ] And you were— smiling . . .
[ such a wonderous smile, that it suited viktor in the reserves of their privacy together. the urge to kiss him was too great, and jayce feared he'd lose the battle of asking questions if he didn't keep up.
what the hell. he's wanted to initiate, and so he does; he takes the opportunity to cup the other's face, to meet him halfway in a kiss that bares more need, a little rougher in maintaining, but does not deepen, yet. he lingers for permission, and holds his face like he has found the most precious thing under all these stars. ]
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doscovery. it felt special. it felt their's. jayce huffs out, similar to a breathless laugh, but he can barely curve his lips to make it so. he's still in disbelief. ]
It was . . . A cog. [ a silver cog that he tapped with his finger. he knew this one. it happened some days ago. ] And you were— smiling . . .
[ such a wonderous smile, that it suited viktor in the reserves of their privacy together. the urge to kiss him was too great, and jayce feared he'd lose the battle of asking questions if he didn't keep up.
what the hell. he's wanted to initiate, and so he does; he takes the opportunity to cup the other's face, to meet him halfway in a kiss that bares more need, a little rougher in maintaining, but does not deepen, yet. he lingers for permission, and holds his face like he has found the most precious thing under all these stars. ]