(Four kids with a cottage along the stream, you say.. hm.. the jegancy. Seahorse dad Jayce, mayhaps.. Domestic. I'm leaving it open ended so its your choice!)

Viktor sighed as the smell of food woke him up. He could recall a time where his appetite was barely there, or when he didn't need food after the Hexcore. Now, however, he had an appetite. Adjusting his leg brace, he took his cane from the wall and took a breath as he got out of bed. Usually, Jayce was clinging to him before he got a chance, but given the smell.. his partner was busy.

Spanish music played from a speaker, something he could hear all the way through the wall. He smiled fondly as he made his way to the kitchen, eyes half-lidded with sleep. That was something he enjoyed about the quaintness of their cottage: the ability to sleep in. They never allowed themselves the action before, but there was no Council, just as there was no expectations. They worked around the village as mechanics or repairmen, while Jayce tended to work in a blacksmithing shop. It was small, private, and exactly what they wanted.

"Good morning, Jayce," Viktor murmured, sliding a hand on the other's back. Czechoslovakian accent thick, he hummed as he peered at the excited expression his partner wore. "What has you up so early?"