No, [ jayce murmurs, blithely though, feeling like he's just heard angels sing, and that it has stunned him into— this silly stupor. his whole torso feels overtaken by fluttering wings, and with a slight gape between his lips, he finally presses his lips together, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as well as his mouth begin to crease. ] not here.
[ it felt natural and right, it sat like home in his chest and rang in his hears like the sweetness of honey, like it was always meant to be there, but at the same time . . . to have it heard for the first time in this lifetime made him thaw and pool into a staunch, enamoured puddle of mush. his lips move against each other, clicking when they part, and when he leans forward, he cherishes looking into viktor's beautiful, golden eyes to say, ]
Sun of my life, [ he breathes in— it's time. he's shaking, now, but he hasn't for a moment stopped smiling. ] do you know what I'm wearing?
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[ it felt natural and right, it sat like home in his chest and rang in his hears like the sweetness of honey, like it was always meant to be there, but at the same time . . . to have it heard for the first time in this lifetime made him thaw and pool into a staunch, enamoured puddle of mush. his lips move against each other, clicking when they part, and when he leans forward, he cherishes looking into viktor's beautiful, golden eyes to say, ]
Sun of my life, [ he breathes in— it's time. he's shaking, now, but he hasn't for a moment stopped smiling. ] do you know what I'm wearing?