[ even when viktor seems distressed, jayce can't help to think he's beautiful, growing locks falling past his cheekbones and framing his face. but . . . even as he holds viktor's hands, feeling the shake through his own, jayce dips his head out of sight. embarassment begins to paint the tips of his ears with everything that could be, well. wrong! about this! w-well, he sputters, and aborts trying to speak any further. from ears to the rest of his face all the way down to his neck, jayce feels himself burn to the brim.
gradually, jayce could be seen deflating in real time. if that's what this is about, he's ready to harshly object— but also shy away, at the thought of his parents, because, yes, but harshly object again, because no, nothing should have to get in his way—
and then, just like that, his attention snatches back up, owlish eyes adjusting to . . . the reality of what viktor's just finalized with. twin souls.
he goes cold and hot all at once. ]
. . . So, [ jayce could feel his chest go tight again, disbelief another splatter on his face. ] yes?
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gradually, jayce could be seen deflating in real time. if that's what this is about, he's ready to harshly object— but also shy away, at the thought of his parents, because, yes, but harshly object again, because no, nothing should have to get in his way—
and then, just like that, his attention snatches back up, owlish eyes adjusting to . . . the reality of what viktor's just finalized with. twin souls.
he goes cold and hot all at once. ]
. . . So, [ jayce could feel his chest go tight again, disbelief another splatter on his face. ] yes?