[ well, there goes the shirt. in hindsight, the other changes he'd snagged would likely suffer the same skewering fate. jayce remembers a tailor on the network some days back. it could work. jayce's tongue clicks under muffled laughter. he couldn't really argue when his beard hid away most of the purple stain around his mouth, kissing having spruced the tinted color to his lips and leaving the shade a touch more natural. he is still very sloppy, and absolutely ridiculous to keep going like this at all. viktor was one and the same to even want anything with him this way. he waits just as ridiculously with his arms locked up in twists of fabric until they're cut loose and swiftly give way to his muscle. buttons and zippers for the rest of his unlife, likely. or just no shirts at all. no one would complain.
jayce's messy fingertips shave at the borders of the bandages, but otherwise decides against leaving the ugly laceration bare for such a moment. it can't be comfortable to look at. he knows it's not, for him. the few stitches that arcade had made was supposed to help, but who knew how much it's held up. he'd rather focus, for a moment, on what is teasingly magificent. ]
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Date: 2025-03-25 03:12 pm (UTC)jayce's messy fingertips shave at the borders of the bandages, but otherwise decides against leaving the ugly laceration bare for such a moment. it can't be comfortable to look at. he knows it's not, for him. the few stitches that arcade had made was supposed to help, but who knew how much it's held up. he'd rather focus, for a moment, on what is teasingly magificent. ]
I'm starting to think you like them.