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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?

Edited 2025-01-24 14:12 (UTC)

[ Jayce is smiling, but Viktor's stomach is plummeting. Something so simple and he hadn't been able to do it right for their courtship, his instincts getting the better of him despite being the kind of person to rely so heavily on his brain. He reaches for Jayce's hands, iron horse still clutched in one of his own, and runs his thumbs over his knuckles. ]

I do, I— Jayce. [ The endearment is so sweet and feels like too much. He could never be the sun, he's far from as bright and warm as Jayce himself is. Viktor feels more like a flower following the sun's light and closing in on himself when he's parted from it.

Shaking his head, he tightens his grip on Jayce's hands when he feels them shake. ] Something that makes my already handsome partner look like he's far out of my league?

[ viktor, with eyes as bright as the sunrise, has warmed jayce back to himself. he'd been reserved and isolated from others for the longest time, a little rigid and so focused and working and— tired. it was viktor who thawed his heart to part of what it used to be.

he is his sun. the world had been quite literally colorless without him. and with the strangeness of their memories, shared— it was not their soul's first gathering, if the vastness of the universe could really be so expansive. they're still working on wrapping their head around that, and making science of it helped. people would think they were mad, but it was one thing jayce wouldn't mind keeping to himself. themselves.

his flustered grin splits too wide, his heart feels like its going to emplode in his chest like a dying star. ]

This is my father's. [ if his voice roils a bit at the end— it's because he's excitedly nervous to say his next words, more worried about being rejected by other parties— but he's done a good job on the property, hasn't he? he's recovered every lame horse and has smoothed a gelding into entering its first competitions come the new year. ] He wore it to propose to my mother.

[ His father's? That makes Viktor feel a little conflicted about objectifying Jayce so much while wearing it, and it also explains why it doesn't fit the way clothes would if they had been specifically tailored for his body. It's incredible, though, that they are similar enough in build to have such a precious thing passed down from father to son. ]

I'd like to meet her, someday. [ He smiles up at Jayce, leaving the other part unspoken—I would have liked to meet him.

Then it sinks in. To propose. There's no way that Jayce is preparing to do the same to Viktor, here and now, but he can't help wonder... And now his voice is shaking, too. ] Why wear something so special today?

[ jayce's head bobs in affirmation— his mother has probably recieved countless letters mentioning viktor. he'd have to visit her, at some point— perhaps together. it's hard for jayce to leave his work at the moment.

he really couldn't believe it, could he? his secrets were coming undone right before his partner, it's been months of this back and forth, months that the more time passes the more jayce becomes enraptured by viktor's being, his brilliance and his beauty. was h ready— jayce feels his chest plummet and he makes for the dive, lets the words fall off his lips, one after another, ]

Because, I love you, [ a truth so set in stone, a truth that now comes with proposition attached, partially and suddenly worried now, that for some reason this would startle him, and rejection would plow its way through their smiles— jayce persists, squeezing viktor's hands and rubbing the tops of them, the littlee iron horse a token of this proposal before viktor knew what hit him. ] and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

[ Even if some part of him had guessed this was coming, that doesn't lessen the impact. His heart swells with Jayce's confession, I love you ringing in his ears and making him dizzy with delight. They're in love, and though that was hardly new information, confirming it aloud still feels special.

But... Well, hadn't they agreed not to leave each other? Was that part of a memory, or a dream? Viktor's head is too full and the butterflies clamoring at the walls of his stomach for freedom aren't helping him concentrate. So, better to rephrase and pose a question than lead to assumptions. ]

You're proposing? To me?

I'm proposing to you, Viktor.

[ —wow, even when he repeats it for the affirmation of them both, it doesn't make it any less rhapsodic. even jayce's bust is rising and falling a little too quickly, despite his general breathing being quiet, only whisps past his teeth, and the little gap in the front. this pause and the further questioning does make his core tremor, his frame like a leaf in the wind.

the anticipation is killing him. part of him thinks he's messed this up, somehow. ]

What . . . What do you think?

What do I think? I think you're impossible!

[ Viktor sets the toy horse on his knee and pushes both hands back through his hair. He's letting it grow out and it's starting to truly show, falling into his face when he's not taking care to push it back. ]

I think we've known each other less than a year, and that we haven't even slept together. I think my parents are going to have heart attacks, and that you should be with someone who can make you a father because you'd be so good. [ He's shaking bodily now, the tremors moving up from his hands and into his core. It's overwhelming, but he's smiling all the while. ] But I know I'm too selfish to let you go. I know that you're the only person I want to be with. I know that we're soulmates when it's a concept I don't even fully believe in.

[ 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?

[ He can hear Jayce trying to interrupt, to defend himself, but Viktor is on too much of a roll to end his rant. When he finally does finish, there's a beat of silence before Jayce asks him with so much hope, so much doubt. ]

Will you ask me properly?

[ ask him— properly? again?

he's breathless, skipping beats— but jayce is eager, quick, q little desperate to quell the inner tremors— ]

Will you marry me?

[ Somehow it's still a shock, and for a second, his throat works as he tries to swallow or speak or anything. Setting the iron horse on the blanket, he reaches out for Jayce and pulls himself into his lap so that he can kiss him. It's needy, passionate, and even when he leans back, he lingers to speak against Jayce's lips. ]

Yes. Of course, yes!

[ jayce thinks he knows what's happening, but he still lags anyway, stunned and accelerated, pressing a kiss to needy lips in any way viktor wants of him, and no mater how much his mind thought to anticipate the joy from hearing yes—

he can't. a little gasp pulls between their lingering lips and jayce's heart goes from leaping to soaring. ]

Yes? [ he can't believe it— he has to laugh but doesn't have the air to, biting into his bottom lip with his front teeth— oh, my goodness. he takes viktor's face within his palms, his mouth splitting to bear a relieved, mirthful beam— ] Yes—

[ the kisses he leaves behind are short amd peppered, because he can't seem to purse his own without giving viktor his gums rather than proper cushioning. when he pulls back, just to see him and, heavens—

his entire face drops. viktor's hair was a beautiful chestnut. his skin, pale peach and stained with such a pretty pink. he keeps breathing inwards, and forgets to ever let it out. only after his fingers take a fallen lock between them, and when his thumb brushes his blushed cheeks. ]

You're even more gorgeous in color.

[ another milestone, another overwhelming realization that would threaten happy tears at the bottom of his eyelids. ]

[ It's strange how his brain prioritizes different observations when he's in love. The first thing he notices is Jayce's shocked face, and he nearly asks if "yes" had been the wrong answer. But then he takes in the deep shade of Jayce's hair, the healthy hue of his skin, the kissable color of his lips. Viktor cups Jayce's face in his palms so he can thumb as his cheeks and pet his hair, and he notices that he can see the color of his own hands. ]

Wha— How? [ His eyes paw over them both like a hungry animal, categorizing the different colors that stand out so much more now than they had as shades of grey. He can feel tears in his eyes, and though he knows it's from an overwhelming happiness, he still wipes at them with the back of his hands. ] This has to be magic, Jayce!

[ 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. ]

[ Viktor smiles because he knows that it's true. They've discovered a little more about their past life, about being men of science who sought to bring magic to the masses. It makes sense, really, because magic has always been the word for something not yet explained by science—but there are times he's not sure that actually applies to everything. Reincarnation, soulmates, and color blindness cured by love? All of those seem so miraculous.

Humming under Jayce's affections, he pushes the thinking aside for once. They're going to be married. He's going to have a husband. And he wants to celebrate. So he leans in close, kissing Jayce near his ear, and whispers. ]

I'd like you to take me home now. [ There's promise in the words, but he's not being forthcoming just yet. ]

[ they are going to have things their age old souls couldn't. lifestyles they were destined to be torn from, but—

not here.

jayce sets aside any worry regarding viktor's family for now; because it is his beloved's voice that leaves a ghosting brush to the peak of his jaw, with words that prickle his skin from the spine up through every hair on his head. he can only imagine what it entails, has a strong feeling about the sultry way viktor's tone tempts him—

technically, if he was to do this the utterly correct way, that everyone should be doing (but don't), he'd avoid this. he'd tell viktor to wait until he spoke with his parents, made it official— but jayce is going to burst. he's going to fucking burst if he doesn't have him, doesn't take him to bed and strip him of his clothes, after so long . . .

it's time . . . to crank it.

are you sure this is gonna work?

it will hold. trust me.

and that reminder twitches jayce's lips up into a knowing smirk. of course it was always viktor to enable reckless behavior. most of all, encourage him to do what he wanted, and not what others expected of him. it makes his desire for viktor burn it's harshest. even in that aspect, he is— everything to him.

jayce falls into it, a willing catch in a trap who wants nothing more than to lose it— a prize for his good behavior, and a secret between the two of them. he encircles his love with his arms for a embrace, but it is a different one; his hold snags at viktor's clothes like the were a bane, he grips flesh with a slow, tightening vice that holds back more. he pushes his nose into the softness of viktor's neck, breathes against it, indulges in his scent and places a shivering kiss to his jugular. ]

I want you.

[ they really should grab their horses and go. jayce looks like he's at his limit of practicing self control.

not that— he'd do anything out here, but he is allowing his pent up lust to pour. it mixes with love and leaves an incredible wildfire in him that will only spread stronger, which . . .

could he a good thing, today. ]

[ The part of Viktor that he tends to bury around Jayce, the only son of a wealthy family, knows what the "proper" timeline is: courting, marriage, and then sleeping together. But Viktor has never care much for being proper, and besides, who would know that they skipped ahead a little? There was no risk of pregnancy, no virginity to keep intact as a bargaining chip. They were in love, and Viktor is ready to follow his heart for Jayce.

He'd do anything for Jayce.

Laughing at the way his partner paws at him, the sound melts into a moan when Jayce starts kissing at his neck. The words make him shudder, the confession that they both so desperately what more of one another. Oh, it's so tempting to just strip down to nothing here and consummate their love beneath the sunset and first stars winking into sight. It's a romantic notion, but the rational side of him that's barely holding on whispers to him that once they start, they won't be able to stop. ]

And I want you. Over and over. But I won't be able to ride a horse after.

[ this is not a good idea but it is also a brilliant idea. jayce's fingers twinge at the thought, over and over, settling oversized palms upon the man's lithe hip bones in his lap. there is both the pressure of his desire wishing to push viktor down against the pit of fire stirring his groin to aching life, as much as his hands tremor with restriction. jayce too, knows that if he starts now, not even the gods would pry him away from viktor. he's so damn gorgeous in the colors that mingle to create his image, so full of life and so very tasteful. the moan that happened to pierce the song of birds still awake is the only symphony he wants to hear now. it goads him to an edge he knows, he's not coming back from if he takes the leap.

jayce's gaze has changed— his pure adoration and blithe have boiled into hungry, begging passion, his legs trying to adjust beneath them, to make room because, gods, gods he wants to rut into that minimal space left and he wants to bite and suck and kiss and—

he tries to focus his pretty, hazing eyes on viktor's face, but that was the worst tease of all for his imagination. that sinful smile of his beckons jayce, enough that his breathing has become shallow, quick. he's going stiff, edging his pelvis to touch viktor from under him. just a brush to his backside. just one— the confines of their pants and the thickness of it already a punishment. ]

I want you to ride me like one, [ he nearly blurts it out to cut the way his throat had threatened to whine to his partner. whine, when has he ever—? ] you won't need another horse.

[ When their eyes meet, it sends a pleasant shiver down Viktor's spine. Jayce's pupils are blown wide, drinking in Viktor's face that's blushing hot enough for him to notice it. He's never been looked at this way, with such pure hunger, and he never wants anyone but Jayce to look at him ever again.

Groaning as Jayce manages to roll his hips up against Viktor's, he combs his fingers back through Jayce's long hair and tugs on it to tilt his head back. He manages to say the most ridiculous thing and still get under Viktor's skin, harkening back to their joke about riding but the threat being infinitely more real now. ]

Jayce, my love, you are really trying my patience. Didn't I promise to bed you properly the first time?

[ jayce's has long since expired, he feels. it's— gone. no more. all that is left are hands that are fighting to not fondle his gorgeously tempting partner. viktor moans again, and jayce feels another aching throb— but what broke the camel's back had been the tug of his hair back to expose his neck to his partner.

jayce gasps so subtly one could miss it, swallows, tight, his face blossoms from bronze to rosey hues, and something snaps inside him like a band stretched too thin. jayce. my love. you're trying my patience. please, take him. he's going to explode. ]

Th— [ he stammers, viktor makes him fucking stammer, wet his lips that for some reason have gone terribly dry, and feel, at last, his thighs tremble like the empty branches on winter-stripped trees. ] Then you should.

[ he does not say please in words, but he does certainly seems to beg now, in every other way. from his eyes to his desperate body language. ]

[ Viktor's dreams hadn't been able to predict the beauty to Jayce like this, neck exposed in a tempting line and face blushing such a beautiful shade. He leans down to press kisses there as he swallows, chuckling because he's certainly gotten them into a mess. ]

Not here. [ Kissing his way up to Jayce's lips, he tugs his hair again to elicit a gasp and kiss him deeply with parted lips. ] But, if you ask nicely, I'll do something to tide you over.

[ oh hushes right past lips before they are taken, capped, his hand pulling grips around the frame coaxing him as warning, as gentle caution that he is on a dangerous boundary. not here, yes, he's painfully aware— he wants to go back, now. dusk creeps upon them and jayce gives way for viktor's kisses like a swinging door. the only reason he hesitates to truly kiss back, is that, through a caught, shaky exhale, jayce knows what will happen if he kisses him with everything he had.

he will get so lost that he'll do something mad. ]

Viktor, [ breatheless, he sighs, but that in itself already mimics the edges of a doubting laugh. he likes, very much, to be handled this way. ] d-do what?

[ Jayce is positively addicting. The way he clings to him with hands that dwarf Viktor's own, the kisses broken by unsteady breaths, the knowledge that both of them are so close to giving in right now and now.

Maybe that's what ultimately does it. Viktor needs to be strong, for the both of them, and while he'd had his ideas, he... wants to do things properly, the first time.

Groaning and pulling away enough so that he can knock his forehead against Jayce's, he gives a breathless laugh. ] That doesn't sound like asking nicely.

[ He resists leaning in for another kiss and instead pulls away, rolling to the side so he can push himself up with his stronger leg. Stretching both arms above him, fingers scraping the stars, he lowers them with a sigh and smooths down the front of his waistcoat before offering a hand to Jayce. ]

I'll make it worth the wait. Take me home, fiancé.

[ w-wait, he—

he is stunned. baffled! blinking twice too many times in an attempt to register his lust, love, the colors, newly awakened turn-ons and what he should be doing, all at once. the delay is overridden once jayce figures to help guide viktor up, then himself, first locking is good heel and throwing his weight into it to get up on his feet. ]

—O, okay.

[ he will do absolutely anything for viktor. he fetches the horses. he holds viktor's steed to facilitate his mount, and it's back home.

home. is that what viktor meant by home? ths place he stays it, or the property in general? it's all his home come to think about it, but also . . . home.

they'd share a home. and under that roof jayce has so many plans. they're going to make love endlessly, everywhere, every surface—

he is so intently watching viktor. ]

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