[ jayce feels a gasp catch in his throat and makes it bind tightly in his neck. his heart drops, but in a way that he knows makes it flutter and soar. my love. he has not ever said that, yet. my love— the implications of it, something dear and sacred, reserved. it embodies, perfectly, what jayce felt, and what he has prepared for viktor today— his partner has, perhaps, gotten to it before him, but it is no race. if anything, it was confirmation of something very, very special; a nudge in the right direction, even if it felt they've loved for so long.
jayce was his love. jayce, not anyone else. it was jayce—
jayce's eyes fill with ecstatic hope, wide with surprise and pursuing the man with his hands: on both sides, jayce cups the top of his knuckles and envelops them with callouses that have never been more gentle. he looks for amber pools to watch in his own hazel globes, pupils blown— viktor's timing was exquisite.
he just has to get through to shake, and the slight crack his voice emmits. ]
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jayce was his love. jayce, not anyone else. it was jayce—
jayce's eyes fill with ecstatic hope, wide with surprise and pursuing the man with his hands: on both sides, jayce cups the top of his knuckles and envelops them with callouses that have never been more gentle. he looks for amber pools to watch in his own hazel globes, pupils blown— viktor's timing was exquisite.
he just has to get through to shake, and the slight crack his voice emmits. ]
You love me?