[Kell did get them a room in the inn, so fucking until they pass out is still in the cards. Honestly, it always is. It's surreal how horny Jesper makes him simply by existing in the same space. Kell could even think it funny if this wasn't about him. That's his weakness. Pretty people who make him go crazy about them.
It's one of the reasons he decided to meet outside and not inside the inn. He has some dignity left. He doesn't want to look needy. Which he is. The fact that he's even holding on is a small miracle on its own. He gets through on sheer grit and stubbornness, and almost no sleep at all. All that held by a dangerously fine thread. A thread that starts to break the moment Jesper touches him, when he looks at him with worry in his gorgeous gray eyes.
Kell looks back at him, eyes wide, startled by the gentleness he was not expecting, and for a moment Jesper can clearly see all the turmoil he brought with him here. At the root of it all: fear. Raw primal fear. Fear that he's too strong to be safely around. Fear that he's too weak to meaningfully help.
Then Kell looks away, eyes cast on the ground, the lines of his face falling into familiar scowl. He huffs.]
What isn't it?
[Kell exhales and looks back. His expression already softening, a ghost of a weak smile dancing on his lips. He lifts his hand to Jesper's cheek; traces the line of his jaw with his fingers. As if he needed confirmation that Jesper is real. That he's here, unharmed.]
Sorry, I just... I had to know, had to see for myself that you are alright. Almost everyone else is not. And I ... [missed you, terribly. He almost says it. Almost. Not this time, though. Kell sighs and smiles, a little more openly.] It's been a while, wasn't it? I hoped I see you on the Masquerade. I wanted to show you my costume. But you were busy. I didn't want to intrude.
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Date: 2023-09-30 03:58 pm (UTC)It's one of the reasons he decided to meet outside and not inside the inn. He has some dignity left. He doesn't want to look needy. Which he is. The fact that he's even holding on is a small miracle on its own. He gets through on sheer grit and stubbornness, and almost no sleep at all. All that held by a dangerously fine thread. A thread that starts to break the moment Jesper touches him, when he looks at him with worry in his gorgeous gray eyes.
Kell looks back at him, eyes wide, startled by the gentleness he was not expecting, and for a moment Jesper can clearly see all the turmoil he brought with him here. At the root of it all: fear. Raw primal fear. Fear that he's too strong to be safely around. Fear that he's too weak to meaningfully help.
Then Kell looks away, eyes cast on the ground, the lines of his face falling into familiar scowl. He huffs.]
What isn't it?
[Kell exhales and looks back. His expression already softening, a ghost of a weak smile dancing on his lips. He lifts his hand to Jesper's cheek; traces the line of his jaw with his fingers. As if he needed confirmation that Jesper is real. That he's here, unharmed.]
Sorry, I just... I had to know, had to see for myself that you are alright. Almost everyone else is not. And I ... [missed you, terribly. He almost says it. Almost. Not this time, though. Kell sighs and smiles, a little more openly.] It's been a while, wasn't it? I hoped I see you on the Masquerade. I wanted to show you my costume. But you were busy. I didn't want to intrude.