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@dies-mercurii
Picking a fight with me is the dumbest thing you've done today ♡ - and that's saying a lot. Non-selective, mutuals-only rp blog for Jayce, The Defender of Tomorrow! written by Faz, 21, he/him. (Mostly) Canon-Compliant, a hardy helping of headcanon never killed nobody. > Rules < > About < > Headcanons <
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so uh. ive been gone for a minute...................
it's been a LITTLE wild, but hopefully, i'm around for longer this roundabout!
🌦 perhaps .
♡ — welcome to faz's characterization where jayce is a cunt but he's a cunt worth being friends with. here's part 2, where i indulge in the fact that i think, despite the superhero persona, jayce kind of admires people who play fast and loose with the rules. there's a status quo he plays to consistently, keeps the peace and doesn't seem to vibe with extremism in any measure, he's arguably just really normal compared to a great deal of the league cast (with his own hangups, obviously, but he's honestly JUST a guy.)
so, i think, people who just fuck around and do things by their own measure are kind of worthy of respect to jayce. sett breaks that careful status quo jayce has been content with all his life (even if ionia and piltover clearly run by very different standards.) he likes audacity, he likes conviction, and he likes passion.
the enemies is a given. they're both men with sizable egos and butting heads is going to happen, but there'd definitely be a baseline respect jayce has for sett's capabilities that could push them out of enemy status.
Main Verse - ⛅️ I would say something mentor (🌵) esque because that is 9/10 how Lee Sin relations go in my experience.
♡ — patience is a massive part of getting jayce to settle his ass down and try harder for someone. i think just existing around someone as patient as lee sin would make him guilty, a solid "well, fuck, they can do this all the time, why is it so hard for me to take it down a few notches?" also considering my absolutely insane headcanons and in-depth stuff for jayce, i write him as having a very distant relationship with his parents, having a sort of parental/mentor figure would... honestly? probably do him some good. i could see him making even more of an effort to be openly gentler with someone like Lee.
🌦 maybe??
♡ — the funny thing is this is how the vast majority of jayce's friendships begin, i think. even with the effort to be a better, nicer person, he's still absolutely full of himself and has a tendency to undersell others despite knowing not everyone is utterly incompetent and incapable. ultimately, i stand by the characterization of "jayce isn't a nice person. jayce is a kind person." he's hard to hate for long term, beneath the abrasive nature and arrogance, there's someone beneath it all that genuinely cares for the well-being others and the prosperity of the future. all futures.
of course, it's a fucking uphill battle and requires tooth and nail to climb. a lot of tolerating and "learning how to speak jayce", if olgan lacks patience then there isn't much of a chance. but he's really someone worth knowing if the effort is made!
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Once again, Viktor had made his way up to Piltover. It wasn't often that he did, because he did despise some of the looks he got... But some parts just weren't available or trustworthy in Zaun. He's walking along the street toward one of the shops that he knew would sell to Zaunites when he pauses, adjusting his bulky coat.
A pale gaze lands upon a familiar figure. One he knew all too well. For the moment, he says nothing, wondering if he'd been noticed. Then, he continues forward toward them, seemingly intent on his destination.
@dies-mercurii
Jayce lingered near cheaper sellers for many reasons, one being that it was easier on his funds to gather supplies from smaller shops, and two being that it was more lowkey. He didn't want people prying into his business, his planning, asking where money was going when it had been his to earn and do what he willed with it. Anything to get him back under a thumb, Jayce took independence where he could get it. And for the most part, he didn't care about the faces he passed by. Features didn't stick in his mind, they were details that disappeared as quickly as they came, he'd heard the term "face-blind" applied to him more than once. Jayce hadn't ever gotten better at remembering... But sometimes, it was a matter of someone being unforgettable.
Things were different now, no doubting that, not everything looked as it had in his memory, but enough remained that Jayce could never mistake him for anything else. "Viktor?"
Was he calling for attention or remarking in surprise? Jayce wasn't entirely sure himself, he nearly felt dizzy at the revelation. And he kept moving, and Jayce felt like it had to be pursued. Was he supposed to just let him walk away? Viktor owed him nothing, he knew that, but a refusal would've been better than to make no attempt at all.
So he had been seen. The man pauses again, then turns to look upon Jayce with an impassive gaze. Viktor's eyes were still the same pale grey that they had been back during their time at the academy, and though his face had sharpened from the years, he still had the same resting expression that he once did. Even his hair was still the same- Wild and unruly waves even when cut short.
"Jayce." He greets calmly, gaze shifting to take in his old friend's appearance. "I had not expected to run across you here of all places. Do keep your voice down... I would rather others do not recognize me." The voice, though the same one from years past, is eerily even. There's no robotic filter to it like when he speaks through his mask, but it still sounds strangely robotic in tone.
"Have you need to speak with me? You'll find I have broken no laws during my trip, and I am not here to incite argument or fight." It wasn't impatience. Rather, it was a request for information. Information on what Jayce wanted.
Jayce had really not changed at all since last they saw one another. Still bulky and stalwart, a stout man even when dressed down and not in those abysmally thick coats he seemed to love. There was only one notable difference, something that could've easily been passed by, Jayce's eyes were blue, instead of brown. He shifted in place at the sound of his name, like that confirmed that they were in fact face-to-face and this wasn't a mishap, he hadn't mistaken some stranger for an old friend. He cleared his throat, "Sorry." The flatness of Viktor's voice was... unnerving. It stuck out even though it had no reason to, and maybe it was because Jayce had been expecting another reaction entirely. Some sort of anger, some sort of harshness, what happened between them (because of me) was of no light matter. "No, I don't- need to, I'm sorry, you didn't think you'd come across me in Piltover of all places?" He responded, where Viktor was stationary, Jayce closed the gap between them, "It's just... nice to see you, I'm not here to apprehend you for just existing, do you take me for some kind of animal?" (I don't know if I could fault you if you did.) "What are you here for, do you need help?" A little too over-eager, Jayce wasn't thinking of that.
After his examination, he'd noticed a couple of things. The first was that Jayce was dressed down, meaning he was also likely to be trying to escape prying eyes. The second was that Jayce's eyes are blue. He focuses on that for a moment, scrutinizing his old friend's eyes with an intense gaze that would have once belied curiosity, and yet, so such thing could be seen.
Then Jayce apologized, and Viktor realized that his gaze must have made the man uncomfortable. "There is no need to apologize." He responds automatically. Then he turns his head to look at one of the shops, which was busy with a crowd of customers. "I had not thought I would see you because, like me, you dislike crowds and prefer to keep to yourself. Usually in your workshop." It's a matter-of-fact statement that further confirms this is truly the once curious and emotional young man from the academy.
After all, how many truly knew that Piltover's proud Defender of Tomorrow secretly hated the way he was treated in public?
In the moments, too, that Viktor had turned his head, a small patch of metal would become visible just behind his ear. There were surgical scars around it- Neat and clean. It appeared to be a port of some kind as well. Then he turns his gaze back to Jayce, and the fluffiness of Viktor's hair once again hides the augment from view. What could that be for?
"I'm surprised that you are happy to see me, given our last few interactions. As for an animal, no, you are no more an animal than any other person. You do have an impulsive streak, though, characterized by the fact that you destroyed a machine I was using to keep people alive without allowing me to explain its function." It was matter of fact, and not meant as a jab. But sometimes truth hurts. Viktor continues regardless of Jayce's response. "I am here looking for parts to use for an internal augment. A patient of mine has a failing lung due to the Grey, and I do not trust using parts procured from anywhere within Zaun for such a delicate augment to the body. Are you offering assistance?"
It's memories of that emotional and curious man that keep Jayce here, he's certain of it at this point. For all his talk of the future, the defender lost himself in the past more often than not. It was easier most days, when there was nothing to tether him to it, and difficult whenever he thought of Viktor in any regard. His eyes linger as the other man's head turns, where scarflesh and porting is usually hidden behind Viktor's wild hair. Distaste lingers in his throat. But, Jayce swallows it back. Now isn't the place to raise a fuss about possible augmentation, how the idea of it is still insane (and frightful) to him. He wonders what Viktor's done to himself now, wonders what other pieces he's stripped away in pursuit of an ideology. It puts the most gentle of cracks in it all, to hear Viktor's recollection of events. His jaw draws too taut, teeth pressed together so tightly that Jayce considers for a moment that the bone might crack. It's true, that he dislikes crowds, even now, especially now, considering the reaction his being spurns from most average folk. And it's true, that the truth hurts, but the way Viktor tells it reminds him of a lingering bitterness. (I'm happy to see you because I miss you. You're not really the you I knew before, though, are you?) "Sorry. Again." Jayce smiles, he was never good at smiling and even now it doesn't really reach his eyes. It's more like a show of teeth, saccharine and done on command to flatter people who point him out, Jayce never liked smiling. He had little reason to for others, "Was the explanation going to come after I died?" It's callous, the words are harsher than he'd like them to be, a faltering moment of relapse, "Or were you going to pitifully confess what you were doing while I was in the process of it? You had plenty of time to do that."
Then, like he never spared that moment of weakness at all, Jayce straightened up, hands resting atop his hips, "I said that, didn't I? I wouldn't have asked if you needed help if I wasn't offering it."
Once again, Viktor had made his way up to Piltover. It wasn't often that he did, because he did despise some of the looks he got... But some parts just weren't available or trustworthy in Zaun. He's walking along the street toward one of the shops that he knew would sell to Zaunites when he pauses, adjusting his bulky coat.
A pale gaze lands upon a familiar figure. One he knew all too well. For the moment, he says nothing, wondering if he'd been noticed. Then, he continues forward toward them, seemingly intent on his destination.
@dies-mercurii
Jayce lingered near cheaper sellers for many reasons, one being that it was easier on his funds to gather supplies from smaller shops, and two being that it was more lowkey. He didn't want people prying into his business, his planning, asking where money was going when it had been his to earn and do what he willed with it. Anything to get him back under a thumb, Jayce took independence where he could get it. And for the most part, he didn't care about the faces he passed by. Features didn't stick in his mind, they were details that disappeared as quickly as they came, he'd heard the term "face-blind" applied to him more than once. Jayce hadn't ever gotten better at remembering... But sometimes, it was a matter of someone being unforgettable.
Things were different now, no doubting that, not everything looked as it had in his memory, but enough remained that Jayce could never mistake him for anything else. "Viktor?"
Was he calling for attention or remarking in surprise? Jayce wasn't entirely sure himself, he nearly felt dizzy at the revelation. And he kept moving, and Jayce felt like it had to be pursued. Was he supposed to just let him walk away? Viktor owed him nothing, he knew that, but a refusal would've been better than to make no attempt at all.
So he had been seen. The man pauses again, then turns to look upon Jayce with an impassive gaze. Viktor's eyes were still the same pale grey that they had been back during their time at the academy, and though his face had sharpened from the years, he still had the same resting expression that he once did. Even his hair was still the same- Wild and unruly waves even when cut short.
"Jayce." He greets calmly, gaze shifting to take in his old friend's appearance. "I had not expected to run across you here of all places. Do keep your voice down... I would rather others do not recognize me." The voice, though the same one from years past, is eerily even. There's no robotic filter to it like when he speaks through his mask, but it still sounds strangely robotic in tone.
"Have you need to speak with me? You'll find I have broken no laws during my trip, and I am not here to incite argument or fight." It wasn't impatience. Rather, it was a request for information. Information on what Jayce wanted.
Jayce had really not changed at all since last they saw one another. Still bulky and stalwart, a stout man even when dressed down and not in those abysmally thick coats he seemed to love. There was only one notable difference, something that could've easily been passed by, Jayce's eyes were blue, instead of brown. He shifted in place at the sound of his name, like that confirmed that they were in fact face-to-face and this wasn't a mishap, he hadn't mistaken some stranger for an old friend. He cleared his throat, "Sorry." The flatness of Viktor's voice was... unnerving. It stuck out even though it had no reason to, and maybe it was because Jayce had been expecting another reaction entirely. Some sort of anger, some sort of harshness, what happened between them (because of me) was of no light matter. "No, I don't- need to, I'm sorry, you didn't think you'd come across me in Piltover of all places?" He responded, where Viktor was stationary, Jayce closed the gap between them, "It's just... nice to see you, I'm not here to apprehend you for just existing, do you take me for some kind of animal?" (I don't know if I could fault you if you did.) "What are you here for, do you need help?" A little too over-eager, Jayce wasn't thinking of that.
Once again, Viktor had made his way up to Piltover. It wasn't often that he did, because he did despise some of the looks he got... But some parts just weren't available or trustworthy in Zaun. He's walking along the street toward one of the shops that he knew would sell to Zaunites when he pauses, adjusting his bulky coat.
A pale gaze lands upon a familiar figure. One he knew all too well. For the moment, he says nothing, wondering if he'd been noticed. Then, he continues forward toward them, seemingly intent on his destination.
@dies-mercurii
Jayce lingered near cheaper sellers for many reasons, one being that it was easier on his funds to gather supplies from smaller shops, and two being that it was more lowkey. He didn't want people prying into his business, his planning, asking where money was going when it had been his to earn and do what he willed with it. Anything to get him back under a thumb, Jayce took independence where he could get it. And for the most part, he didn't care about the faces he passed by. Features didn't stick in his mind, they were details that disappeared as quickly as they came, he'd heard the term "face-blind" applied to him more than once. Jayce hadn't ever gotten better at remembering... But sometimes, it was a matter of someone being unforgettable.
Things were different now, no doubting that, not everything looked as it had in his memory, but enough remained that Jayce could never mistake him for anything else. "Viktor?"
Was he calling for attention or remarking in surprise? Jayce wasn't entirely sure himself, he nearly felt dizzy at the revelation. And he kept moving, and Jayce felt like it had to be pursued. Was he supposed to just let him walk away? Viktor owed him nothing, he knew that, but a refusal would've been better than to make no attempt at all.
“ you're from piltover . the inventor who pledged for a better tomorrow . you ain't tryin' to con me , are 'ya ? i don't take bait from proclaimed good guys ... ”
♡ — "Sorry, do you think proclaimed good guys are out to con and bait you?" Jayce's voice was positively incredulous, disbelieving at such a statement. (They're not a good fucking guy if they're conning you.) "You're joking, right? At least you used inventor instead of hero." That was far more accurate than any title people could bestow upon Jayce, it wasn't like he was trying to be anything but that, despite the proclamations of better tomorrows and fighting for the future. But hell, if everyone was going to claim he was a hero, Jayce wasn't going to waste breath telling them otherwise. It was a pleasant change of pace to not be referred as such, even veiled in animosity.
"What would I even be baiting you into?"
i took a massive drink of cough syrup and now i feel like im in space, im going to ramble about the mercury hammer and why its the coolest fucking weapon ever.
thats it thats the rant just fucking look at it. i'll absolutely have a genuine, actual write up about the mercury hammer and all that entails sooner or later but right now im just 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗 about it all.
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Continued from here—
Qiyana's nose scrunched at the sound of the curt reply. Straight and to the point. It reminded her of the quickness she demanded from her servants and, on a different day, she would have likely appreciated it. Words always came to her with muddied colors and odd songs of air, too personal for her to want to dig into, some so loud she wished she could turn her ears off. Curtness was something she appreciated.
Then she recalled the reason why she too was curt with people.
Oh.
How rude.
Curiosity gnawed at her skin, but no matter what direction she tilted her head towards, Jayce's wide frame still hid most of the sight. Her eyes followed the lines, from the marble the counter was carved to the gentle chiming of sweat on the other's skin, to the strangely familiar chant that guided her toward the odd stone. It was so foreign, yet it felt like home. The intricate lines spun around its axioms, shivering with power in patterns that made tiny, minuscule triangles.
Two triangles at the topmost, three at the bottom, and another two together in the center. Within the strange resonance, Qiyana could only think of a single word.
Align, align, align. No more than three times. No, there was a pause there before the chant began once more. Three times. Multiples of three. Just like in Ixaocan. Just like in most of their codes and puzzles, hidden within the arcologies.
Qiyana didn't even realize she had gotten up. Silent as a shadow, she stepped closer and around until she stood by Jayce's side, lured in by the song, more threads spreading from the hextech crystal's core once she got close enough.
"Where have you found this..?" The murmur slipped her, likely the first sound that came from her since the last question.
"I didn't find it." Which was true, and a little obtuse. Jayce was trying not to sound irritated that Qiyana had decided to enter his space, to see what he was doing when it really had nothing to do with her. Bitterness in his throat, venom on his tongue, Jayce made a pointed effort to swallow it all back down as he set the stone carefully against the bench. He loosened the straps of his thick gloves, pulling them off to reveal perfectly normal-sized hands that were covered in small scars and calluses. They were a bit paler than the rest of his flesh, pads of fingerprints had wrinkled a bit from the dampness of his palm and the sweat of his skin. Jayce rubbed at his wrist to work the cramping out. It wasn't that he minded curiosity, if anything, Jayce enjoyed telling people what things were and flexing his knowledge... It was mostly that he was busy and Qiyana was a perfect stranger to him. (And I still don't really buy the whole "hidden jungle kingdom" thing Ezreal sold me.) The stone flickered, an otherworldly blue that Jayce had grown familiar with. If any time was taken to seek his eyes, Qiyana could find that the same florescent color was perfectly identical to the shade of his irises. He used a careful, trimmed thumbnail to work at an uneven layer, grimacing all the while. "From... Shurima, I think?" Jayce responded, after a beat. Broad shoulders bowed forward, a hand resting on the edge of his workbench, "I don't typically ask too much when they bring me something to study, explorers aren't really my kind of people." Cocking his head, a stray, brown curl hanging over his browline, "I didn't get the exact location, if you were asking where specifically they went."
(She's so short. I feel massive just standing next to her.)
Jayce set his jaw firmly. The clicking nails were sign enough that she was requesting both of his hands, and with a begrudging motion, he took the other just as he had with the first. His grip too tight, just a bit too tight, like the defender had only a vague idea of his own strength. Titles were a pain in the ass, but the masked woman seemed to take a strange interest in them. (Sorry. Golden Demon? Artisan Killer?) Tension built in his shoulders, and at the noise, the haunting orchestra and the playful little puppet stirred forth from her music box, Jayce's gaze dropped down to their feet. Donned in heavy work boots that were definitely not made for a dance, shifting them against the ground so that gravel crunched beneath the thick soles.
He snorted at her comment, "Sure. You know, I'm not all that used to following, Jhin." Far better at leading, it would admittedly be new in any sense for Jayce to let someone else take the reins for him. Even for something as simple as a dance.
Jhin scoffed loudly as he took her other hand, glaring at him with her one visible eye. "Would you MIND easing your grip on me? You'll be leaving marks on my poor delicate hands... These are the tools of an artist, if you hurt them, how am I supposed to create beauty?!" Seriously, this is why people who didn't appreciate art were... Nevermind Jhin. Calm down. Don't let it ruin the performance.
Her heeled boots were not a problem for her moves as she easily took the lead. But easily taking the lead doesn't mean it's easy to catch on, and since Jayce admitted to not having much experience with dancing this was certain to be a disaster.
Nonetheless, Jhin took the lead, trying her best to guide Jayce into a very simple pattern based on the music. She took a step back, he took a step forward, she took another one back, he took one forward, then turn to the side and repeat the process until they moved in a square pattern; all to the rhythm of the music.
"Is it because you find following difficult? Because you are expected to lead because of your whole 'Golden Boy' presentation? Or because you find comfort in control?" Get inside his head, and follow the rhythm. One two, two three, three four. Repeat. Make it easier to assert herself as a presence through conversation. The performance had already begun, whether Jayce was aware or not.
The grip eased at Jhin's bemoaning, mostly because Jayce hadn't realized he was holding her hands too tightly. Mumbling some sort of reluctant apology, hands were the most important part of anyone who created something... Even if Jayce was doubting how much of an artist this strange woman was, he didn't want to mangle her. Far more graceful than him, even in her heels, it was a clumsy attempt to mimic her delicate steps. It was embarrassing. Jayce didn't exactly enjoy things that didn't come naturally to him, and dancing was amongst those things. He had no rhythm, the waltzing music did little favors to guide his steps, his eyes had been pointed downwards more often than not to watch Jhin's feet move so he could copy what she was doing to mixed results. Really, he was just trying not to step on her toes.
His brow furrowed at the response, lips drawing into a tight pout. "Doesn't everyone find comfort in their own pace?" (I never asked to be a leader, but people keep chasing behind me for a reason, don't they?) "I'm sure if you were the one being led, you wouldn't exactly be excited about it." Jayce responded, with all the assumption he could muster. Jhin's comments were sounding too reminiscent of earlier years, how Jayce was a control-freak, how he surged ahead without waiting for anyone else, how he had to fix those things. He fumbled, lost in his own thoughts, nearly trampling the music box Jhin had set down. A sputtered curse from his lips, Jayce grumbled softly in dissatisfaction, "Are you done? I've got places to be." (Like, away from you, for example.)
posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 4
— Qiyana was not made to sit quietly in a corner. After an eternity living in Ixtal, that was what Ezreal left her to do? Wait in a lab while he went for a quick errand? With someone she barely knew and who was perfectly fine ignoring her existence as long as she didn't touch anything?
She fidgeted, picked at the skins of her fingers, shifted the leg crossing the other and switched them, then finally sighed. Fine. She would extend the metaphorical banner of conversation.
"What is that blue stone you keep fiddling with?"
The Piltovan tongue, with Ezreal's half-assed way of teaching, wasn't perfect, but it was passable.
Jayce hadn't agreed to play babysitter for Ezreal. Sometimes, the baby needing to be sat was Ezreal himself, but this time, it was some tiny, white-haired princess (apparently) that he'd found in some lost kingdom. He knew the kid got around sometimes, Ezreal went everywhere, but this time, he really thought it was bullshit. Of course, Jayce stomached that instinct in him to be a cunt, and when he asked if Qiyana could sit in his lab for a time, he smiled and said yes (No.). Then regretted it as soon as Ezreal bolted off. So, she was told to sit wherever she wanted. As long as she didn't touch anything. Currently at a workbench, working a small grinder on a careful cut, for a commission. Someone paying him enough to fund his rent for the next month, it had to be perfect lest they find some reason to dock him. Send it back and complain until they got something better, Jayce refused to deal with that now. Qiyana speaking suddenly nearly knocked him out of his focus, he shut the tool off and took in a deep breath. (Just a question, just answer it and go back to what you were doing.)
"Hex crystal." Jayce said curtly, not bothering to look at Qiyana as he carefully handled the stone in thick gloves, twisting it about to make sure he hadn't made any notable flaws.
{ praise } and { bath }
{ praise } — A certifiable weakspot for Jayce and a reliable way to shut him down during any lewd activity. Not experienced enough to really know what he likes, just being praised genuinely and adoringly absolutely ruins the defender's life. Over-indulgence in this weakness might get you clipped in the head for your transgression though. Praise that works best involves plenty of reassurances (he never really vibed with the whole "Defender of Tomorrow" title... but being teased about what a good hero he is kind of hits different.)
{ bath } — The most straight-edge shower guy you will ever meet. No special routines, no special soaps, he's in and out in 3 minutes. If a partner ever suggests bathing with him, it'll be confusing, and he'll probably ask why they want to crowd into the shower when they can just take turns washing. Jayce is book-smart, not people-smart.
aftercare centered hc q’s
{ touch } : how sensitive is your muse’s body after sex?
{ laugh } : does your muse tend to crack jokes after sex?
{ weep } : does your muse tend to get emotional after sex?
{ smooch } : does your muse like being kissed after sex? Gentle kisses or quick playful pecks?
{ bruise } : how does your muse tend to small, sex-related injuries on themselves or their partner?
{ out } : does your muse like to go on a date / go for a walk with their partner after sex as part of aftercare?
{ rest } : does your muse need to sleep after sex? do they like sleeping next to their partner as aftercare?
{ praise } : does your muse like being praised after sex? what praises especially help them through aftercare?
{ alone } : does your muse want to spend time with their partner directly after sex? or do they need a little while to themselves to process?
{ snacks } : what food does your muse crave post sex? do they keep it by the bed, read to go after sex? would they cook for their partner?
{ cuddle } : does your muse crave physical affection after sex? how long of a cuddle does it take for them to start coming down? do they need gentler cuddles or tight, squishing snuggles?
{ discuss } : how long after sex does your muse like to discuss it with their partner, as in kinks they enjoyed or aspects they’d rather not try again? do they find these discussions challenging?
{ bath } : does your muse prefer to shower or bathe after sex? do they want their partner in the bathroom with them/ bathing with them? do they use any special or scented soaps as part of their aftercare routine?
