She seemed careful with it, but not excessively so, placing the limb right where it could rest most comfortably, shine most brightly even, though that latter part was probably closer to an artifact of Jayce’s private (though poorly masked) admiration than the nymph’s express intent. Jayce hovered her hand over the nymph’s leg, dragging her palm mid-air along its length, following a path she wished could amount to real contact in time. “What should I call you, little minnow?” The nymph blushed at the epithet, pulling her arm carrying her thin shawl up to her chin. Her lips parted, curious, and with a breath she leaned forward, that hand draped in thin white splaying out, fingers combing the grass, head lifted and naked chest slithering forth until her honey gold eyes—now mere inches away—were all Jayce could comprehend. “Veronika.” The roll on the ‘r’ pulled a sigh from Jayce’s throat. “A beautiful name.” She muttered.
WIP for my #jayvik yuri fic that was *supposed* to be for #jayvikfantasyweek until life got in the way 🥹
🏺Greek Hero!Jayce X Nymph!Viktor (Veronika) 🪷
