[ jayce doesn't have much to offer in terms of lavish decor. but there're some little trinkets— the first shoe he crafted as a young apprentice to his father, a small portrait of his mother, and an iron horse figurine that's been smelted back together so many times one would suspect its terribly old. a loose cog sits on his nightstand, and his bed has a singular blanket he carries with him since childhood, of blue and red fabric, soft to the touch and warming for any occasion. the only other item that is by the bed's edge is his brace, that he'll put on before they leave.
plenty of time is given for jayce to preen himself in the meantime. the scent of birch musk and pine waft through the singular room when the door swings ajar, and out he comes— a waistcoat that defines thin hips and broad shoulders. a tie. slacks that define his thighs and calves and suspenders that define the rise of his bottomside. his beard is only slightly trimmed, while his hiar is combed back, despite the shorter locks of his bangs still falling onto his forehead.
he only fixed himself up proper because viktor was already such, and gorgeous in his gowns. ]
My Lord.
[ that was a joke. just to get his attention. they're well beyond lord, or mr. ]
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plenty of time is given for jayce to preen himself in the meantime. the scent of birch musk and pine waft through the singular room when the door swings ajar, and out he comes— a waistcoat that defines thin hips and broad shoulders. a tie. slacks that define his thighs and calves and suspenders that define the rise of his bottomside. his beard is only slightly trimmed, while his hiar is combed back, despite the shorter locks of his bangs still falling onto his forehead.
he only fixed himself up proper because viktor was already such, and gorgeous in his gowns. ]
My Lord.
[ that was a joke. just to get his attention. they're well beyond lord, or mr. ]