[There's so much earnest, unquestionable confidence in those words, with a tiny drop of self-deprecation, that makes Kell smile regardless of his dark mood.]
Well, that's all on you. You've made me care enough to worry.
[Kell had only one person he ever cared about. It's harder now. Not only he care for so many more people, but he wasn't able to protect even this one person. It already hit him when Kyle landed in infirmary. Kyle of all people. Last person, but Lucifer, that he'd expect to get seriously hurt ever. Then he and Rhy got pretty singed while trying to contain Linhardt. And this wasn't the worst. When Rhy got truly hurt, Kell wasn't even there to protect him. So yes, there's a lot very, very wrong with him. He might have fallen a beast, but he still feels that he failed where it meant the most.
It wouldn't be so surprising then that he leans into comfort that Jesper offers. It wouldn't ... if he wasn't himself. Kell knows value of a good hug. He knows how to comfort someone hurting. He just never expected it for himself. He bristles, scowls and huffs at attempts at touch. Spiky like some wild animal.
Not with Jesper. Jesper sails effortlessly through all of his defenses from the day they met. From the moment he laid his eyes on Kell, and decided he likes him. Somehow he finds the right words, the right touch, the right moment to smile, that Kell doesn't have a chance to protest. Doesn't even think to. He just melts into it.]
I know. That's why I didn't bother you then. You don't have all that many chances for uninterrupted time together.
[For someone called selfish and spoiled, Kell can be awfully considerate. Besides, it brings memories not only what he didn't get to do at the Fey ball, but what he actually did. Kell bites his lower lips, feeling the heat coloring his cheeks. Not only for the memories. No, it's the present company that never fails to raise his pulse.]
You are. [Those two words seamlessly flow into a low purr.] I have only one complaint. [Kell lifts his hand, with a smile that's mostly hunger in his eyes, he traces fingers down Jesper's jaw, the side of his neck, to hook them for a second on the collar of his shirt before he finally rests his hand against Jesper's chest. Both the blue and the black eyes fixed on him.] You have way too many clothes on you.
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Date: 2023-10-06 06:37 pm (UTC)Well, that's all on you. You've made me care enough to worry.
[Kell had only one person he ever cared about. It's harder now. Not only he care for so many more people, but he wasn't able to protect even this one person. It already hit him when Kyle landed in infirmary. Kyle of all people. Last person, but Lucifer, that he'd expect to get seriously hurt ever. Then he and Rhy got pretty singed while trying to contain Linhardt. And this wasn't the worst. When Rhy got truly hurt, Kell wasn't even there to protect him. So yes, there's a lot very, very wrong with him. He might have fallen a beast, but he still feels that he failed where it meant the most.
It wouldn't be so surprising then that he leans into comfort that Jesper offers. It wouldn't ... if he wasn't himself. Kell knows value of a good hug. He knows how to comfort someone hurting. He just never expected it for himself. He bristles, scowls and huffs at attempts at touch. Spiky like some wild animal.
Not with Jesper. Jesper sails effortlessly through all of his defenses from the day they met. From the moment he laid his eyes on Kell, and decided he likes him. Somehow he finds the right words, the right touch, the right moment to smile, that Kell doesn't have a chance to protest. Doesn't even think to. He just melts into it.]
I know. That's why I didn't bother you then. You don't have all that many chances for uninterrupted time together.
[For someone called selfish and spoiled, Kell can be awfully considerate. Besides, it brings memories not only what he didn't get to do at the Fey ball, but what he actually did. Kell bites his lower lips, feeling the heat coloring his cheeks. Not only for the memories. No, it's the present company that never fails to raise his pulse.]
You are. [Those two words seamlessly flow into a low purr.] I have only one complaint. [Kell lifts his hand, with a smile that's mostly hunger in his eyes, he traces fingers down Jesper's jaw, the side of his neck, to hook them for a second on the collar of his shirt before he finally rests his hand against Jesper's chest. Both the blue and the black eyes fixed on him.] You have way too many clothes on you.