[ sometimes no amount of scrubbing made him feel clean enough, but the refreshing tingle on his skin might just do him in to agreement that it was clean enough.
ah. oh. not even jayce's adamant mood is resistant to viktor's whimsy, a small splash of water soaking only half of his face, thus making an entire load of froth seep down his face and over his eye. now he truly cannot open them! jayce only huffs, less irritated and more wearily fond, but doesn't cease his unsighted foaming through viktor's head anyway.
grown ass men deserve some humor in between the cracks of burdening stress, especially viktor. jayce's unspoken language had always been touch; even when they would argue, jayce would seek viktor out by a gentle hover at his back, of the small bend between his hips— to let him know that they were okay, if it came down to him and only him. he wasn't mad.
he has not changed such habits. he touches viktor now because, it's okay. he's okay, with all of this. ]
You're going to need better aim, [ he replies; his voice has long since lost that bright, idealistic innocence laced between every word. it is now a brusque, spent tone that lacks that glow— but it does not lack in sincerety, nor its docile attempt at meeting this man's gaiety.
it'll be alright with him. it's okay. he'll be okay.
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ah. oh. not even jayce's adamant mood is resistant to viktor's whimsy, a small splash of water soaking only half of his face, thus making an entire load of froth seep down his face and over his eye. now he truly cannot open them! jayce only huffs, less irritated and more wearily fond, but doesn't cease his unsighted foaming through viktor's head anyway.
grown ass men deserve some humor in between the cracks of burdening stress, especially viktor. jayce's unspoken language had always been touch; even when they would argue, jayce would seek viktor out by a gentle hover at his back, of the small bend between his hips— to let him know that they were okay, if it came down to him and only him. he wasn't mad.
he has not changed such habits. he touches viktor now because, it's okay. he's okay, with all of this. ]
You're going to need better aim, [ he replies; his voice has long since lost that bright, idealistic innocence laced between every word. it is now a brusque, spent tone that lacks that glow— but it does not lack in sincerety, nor its docile attempt at meeting this man's gaiety.
it'll be alright with him. it's okay. he'll be okay.
just be okay, viktor. ]