[ it is understandably overwhelming to see color when you've only seen dulled shades all your life— a disease, with nor cure. especially when in their situation, that color was being associated with the growth of their love. pushing viktor's hair behind his ears, jayce thumbs away at the remaining stains left from an emotional leak. he's not so different, though. the way the last of the sunset hits viktor's face and shines through his hair is . . . celestial. he can't see everything around them, yet. hues of greens and blues are ultimately unchanged, but the warmer spectrum that makes up viktor— he could die happy. ]
We called that science, in another life.
[ there were symbols and formulas— and so many notes.
it's funny. he's curious, but jayce doesn't have an obsession to decipher this. he's quite content in simply living it, and making horse shoes and saddles and even braces with viktor instead. it could be their private passion project. it could be just theirs to mull over, when they wanted to.
jayce was already living his dream. he does not need, or want, to change it.
he's flooded. all at once he wants to stare, kiss, cradle. he does neither until the waves ride out, causing his arms to fall onto viktor, showering him with soft affections, instead. ]
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We called that science, in another life.
[ there were symbols and formulas— and so many notes.
it's funny. he's curious, but jayce doesn't have an obsession to decipher this. he's quite content in simply living it, and making horse shoes and saddles and even braces with viktor instead. it could be their private passion project. it could be just theirs to mull over, when they wanted to.
jayce was already living his dream. he does not need, or want, to change it.
he's flooded. all at once he wants to stare, kiss, cradle. he does neither until the waves ride out, causing his arms to fall onto viktor, showering him with soft affections, instead. ]