#herojayce

[sheriff-caitlyn]

Your voice could make anything sound sexy. Even that book Jayce has.

"… book? What book?"

"… N… No. God no."

[sheriff-caitlyn]

(I won’t say) I’m in Love

It’s New Year’s Eve, and he’s dressed to the nines. There are plenty of balls in the city, but this one’s one of the biggest, the best, the fanciest. Only the social elite get invited to these.

It’s his first year here, and there’s a medal around his neck to proclaim that he’s the Defender of Tomorrow. But it’s not like anyone in this room doesn’t know who he is.

His head’s spinning from the sparkling champagne and the pretty girls and the politicians who are shaking his hand as they promise funding for his research, but in a strange moment of clarity he sees her enter the room. Everything just goes mute, the colours and lights fading and it is her, only her, that he sees.

She came alone. Just like she did to prom. She’s wearing her hair up with that same silver hairclasp, but her dress is vivid scarlet, trimmed with white fur. He feels his own face redden to match as he stares. She moves to greet the people she knows, moving with an almost liquid kind of grace, and he stammers his excuse to the gathered crowd so he can go and see her.

She’s beautiful. She’s always been beautiful, but now her looks and her figure have caught up and she looks amazing in red and he’s never really realised just how much he missed her…

She was angry before. But there’s no anger in her eyes now as she turns to greet him. “Happy holidays, Jayce.”

I love you too, Caitlyn.

She pauses, tilting her head with a slight frown, and for a heartstopping moment he thinks he said that out loud. But no, it’s only because she’s holding her hand out, and he’s been staring at her like an idiot.

"… oh. Right. Sorry. You look stunning."

She gives him a wry, patient kind of smile, and he wishes he’d thought to put a kiss to her knuckles before she wishes him well and moves on to greet someone else.

[flightofdarkness-blog]

"Greetings, newcomers... welcome to the Frejlord. What brings you all here? Not many venture to northern lands without reason."

[sheriff-caitlyn]

3

"Someone I miss, someone who’s life I wish I had been more involved in. Pride keeps getting in the way, but I’m glad they still keep reaching out for me, giving me a second chance."

[alzeva-the-vessel]

herojayce started following you

She keeps a distance away as she notices Jayce following her. She didn't want to be crushed or blasted away by his hammer, so instead she waves from afar.

[sheriff-caitlyn]

Jayce/Cait with the AU being Academy or Highschool.

“I didn’t realise you were an after-school tutor,” he grinned, as he slipped into the seat.

She smiled back at him, raising one eyebrow. “I didn’t realise you needed tutoring.”

A couple of harmless lies, all in all, and neither of them suffered for it.

[sheriff-caitlyn]

⁂

“I still see the young and eager young man behind all the marketing and hero-status. I know him better than that.”

“It’s a shame that we’re no longer as close as we were. But I wish him every happiness in anything he does.”

[sheriff-caitlyn]

✧

“That posterior.”

“The way you’ve grown up.”

“The chin.”

“The smile.”

“… the hammer.”