[ Viktor snorts at that, regretting the innuendo just a little bit. Letting Jayce take his hands, fingers thinner and knobbier in Jayce's strong grasp, Viktor watches him rather than immediately trying to get a look at the gift. It's heavy, for it's size, and he opens his hands when instructed.
A little horse. Viktor smiles as he runs a finger over it, stroking the mane and then lifting it up to better look at the details. ]
You made this? It's so delicate. [ Looking up at Jayce, Viktor can feel himself blushing like they haven't kissed, like they haven't shared strange memories. ] Thank you, my love.
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A little horse. Viktor smiles as he runs a finger over it, stroking the mane and then lifting it up to better look at the details. ]
You made this? It's so delicate. [ Looking up at Jayce, Viktor can feel himself blushing like they haven't kissed, like they haven't shared strange memories. ] Thank you, my love.