"I don't know if you're a painter beside.. Head of council." Jayce Talis walking into your room, catch your back against him when you busy with your canvas and color with his soft smile.

He bite his lips, he felt uncertain. "I'm sorry," He said quietly. "I didn't mean to leave you alone after last night," Jayce reffering to their encounter, a tinge of small blush creep around his cheeks.

"Viktor is.. Dying," Jayce's eyes glistening with sadness as he slowly sat down on the floor and looking down to his wrist, rubbing the small crystal there. He already uses his strength, courage, and considerable intelligence to protect his hometown. "I hate to feel useless." He whispering. "He's my brother."

"But.. When I'm with you, everything feel possible." Jayce said as he looking up with his gentle smile. He reach for your hand, and gently kiss the back of your hand.