'you wear the kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. ' >:)
aesthetic prompts from pinterest | @the-virtuososlow but accepting
the defender knows that the tone khada jhin holds is that of near mockery but their dance has always been like this and it surprises neither; instead, jayce takes it for a grain of salt as he reaches out with a gloved hand to grasp jhin’s unmasked face (a privilege, certainly, to know the face behind the fabled mask, but it isn’t one he would boast for—not yet, at least, not until this odd flame reaches for the heart), index finger tracing the architecture of his cheekbone, a lopsided smile coming to his lips as he directs those red eyes into his own.
this is a liberty he shouldn’t take, it’s his arrogance manifested, this entertainment found in trespassing, in danger, but what is there for gallant if they cower before demons?
(ah but what is there to the gallant when they lie with one—)
“and since when do you care for not being cruel, huh?” and after a lingering moment where he seeks for nothing in particular those devious eyes, jayce lets go, head tilted and blue eyes mischevously bright for an insomniac as he returns to his lukewarm coffee, laid on his very busy work table. “if i didn’t know you better, jhin, i’d think you were just short of trying to sweet talk me.”
