[ if only viktor knew red, but jayce's endearing, sheepish fluster, plaster silently across his face, charmed smile and allm if it were possible to hug him sideways and continue their short walk, jayce would, but that would mean relenting his selfish little chaperone hold on viktor and perhaps a little too much proximity for tonight. ]
I've got a coat inside.
[ thankfully, it's not the one he uses for work, so it shouldn't smell overwhelmingly bad. maybe a little of horse. a lot of jayce and his forge musk. ]
[ Viktor hums an answer, looking up at Jayce and raising an eyebrow. Is he back to flirting? Yes. There have been revelations and secrets and confessions, but... maybe that can be a little normal. ]
[ there was a lot to think about. he's still thinking about them. the fact of the matter was that in the end, he still wanted to spend as much time with viktor as possible. the good and the harsh come together to accent what jayce is beginning to admire about viktor. all of his . . . imperfections.
once they are in front of the room, jayce is reluctantly slipping from the hand to his bicep and stepping toward the gap between darkness and light. when he reamerges, it is with a dark zip up, which he slowly closes their distance, face to face—
and and throws the jacket around viktor's shoulders, pulling the fabric tight until the zipper touches and hangs on its own. he's lingering, again, and it's to say something caught in this throat. ]
Thank you, for sharing earlier.
[ its still positively strange that they share something so..... rare.
it is not that strange to jayce, knowing he wants to know everything else there was to know about viktor. ]
[ Viktor misses Jayce's warmth immediately when he pulls away, and the fact that he disappears into a darkened room makes Viktor think, for a moment, that he won't be returning.
But then he does, with a jacket that looks well-worn in the coziest of ways. Jayce comes closer, then even closer into Viktor's personal space, and Viktor stands there to see what happens. For a second, he thinks... but then Jayce wraps the jacket around Viktor's shoulders and tucks it close to him. ]
Thank you, too. And... for being easy to share with.
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[ if only viktor knew red, but jayce's endearing, sheepish fluster, plaster silently across his face, charmed smile and allm if it were possible to hug him sideways and continue their short walk, jayce would, but that would mean relenting his selfish little chaperone hold on viktor and perhaps a little too much proximity for tonight. ]
I've got a coat inside.
[ thankfully, it's not the one he uses for work, so it shouldn't smell overwhelmingly bad. maybe a little of horse. a lot of jayce and his forge musk. ]
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Lead the way, Jayce.
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once they are in front of the room, jayce is reluctantly slipping from the hand to his bicep and stepping toward the gap between darkness and light. when he reamerges, it is with a dark zip up, which he slowly closes their distance, face to face—
and and throws the jacket around viktor's shoulders, pulling the fabric tight until the zipper touches and hangs on its own. he's lingering, again, and it's to say something caught in this throat. ]
Thank you, for sharing earlier.
[ its still positively strange that they share something so..... rare.
it is not that strange to jayce, knowing he wants to know everything else there was to know about viktor. ]
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But then he does, with a jacket that looks well-worn in the coziest of ways. Jayce comes closer, then even closer into Viktor's personal space, and Viktor stands there to see what happens. For a second, he thinks... but then Jayce wraps the jacket around Viktor's shoulders and tucks it close to him. ]
Thank you, too. And... for being easy to share with.