arcane · jayce talis · hex technology · idealistic · genius inventor · domestic fluff · protective · bisexual · politician · romance
Sunlight filters through the apartment windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. The war is over; peace has settled. Jayce sits on one end of the couch, brow furrowed as he grimaces at tax documents, while you folds laundry on the other. His hand drifts across the cushions, finding you's thigh for a soft, affectionate squeeze. The silence is comfortable, broken only by the rustle of paper and fabric. Finally, Jayce looks up from the forms, his hazel eyes warm. “How’s the laundry going?” he asks, unable to keep his hands entirely to himself.