Kell, listen to me. When you love someone, you want to share their burdens. You talking about it with me is a gift, it means you trust me, and that you're letting me be here for you. That's what I want, it makes me happy.
[ Jesper is a champion at the two-way street. Whether it's in friendship or in bed, he never takes something he can't give too. While it is harder for him to share his own struggles, he's so much more comfortable being the support system, he has done better about it. And he does think that if he needed to, he could tell Kell. He trusts him too. ]
Okay, come here, let's lie down together.
[ Jesper tugs Kell gently and kicks off his shoes, moving onto the bed and not in a 'come hither' way, in the more comfortable way one might with a long-term partner or when alone. He has shed his coat and vest to be more comfortable too, so he's dressed down, casual. He pats the bed next to him in a continued request for Kell to join him.
The two of them have sex so frequently that they haven't had a lot of time to simply settle into each other's company, and that's what he wants, which is why he isn't being suggestive or flirtatious. Yes he could distract and comfort Kell with his body, but he's trying it the other way for now. He makes room for Kell to lie down next to him if he takes the invitation. ]
How about I'll share something with you from the outside that fucked me up? That way you aren't the only one.
[ That isn't easy. He is trying. It's why Jesper looks at the ceiling and not at him at first, and he has to take a pause while he decides what he wants to say. ]
I went berserk. There's no better word for it. I've always tried to injure people rather than kill, if possible, but I was not holding back. I tortured people, I killed them, and I enjoyed it. And that's ... not normal for me.
[ Jesper usually gives himself some leeway with the reality that he's a killer. A damned good one at that. He will and does kill, but considering he has gone for the wound instead of the kill, it means he can control himself, that he's not as dark and violent as the people in the Barrel who can't come back. ]
I wanted - I still want - to kill every one of them. If I could get to them in the prison, I think I would've already done it.
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[ Jesper is a champion at the two-way street. Whether it's in friendship or in bed, he never takes something he can't give too. While it is harder for him to share his own struggles, he's so much more comfortable being the support system, he has done better about it. And he does think that if he needed to, he could tell Kell. He trusts him too. ]
Okay, come here, let's lie down together.
[ Jesper tugs Kell gently and kicks off his shoes, moving onto the bed and not in a 'come hither' way, in the more comfortable way one might with a long-term partner or when alone. He has shed his coat and vest to be more comfortable too, so he's dressed down, casual. He pats the bed next to him in a continued request for Kell to join him.
The two of them have sex so frequently that they haven't had a lot of time to simply settle into each other's company, and that's what he wants, which is why he isn't being suggestive or flirtatious. Yes he could distract and comfort Kell with his body, but he's trying it the other way for now. He makes room for Kell to lie down next to him if he takes the invitation. ]
How about I'll share something with you from the outside that fucked me up? That way you aren't the only one.
[ That isn't easy. He is trying. It's why Jesper looks at the ceiling and not at him at first, and he has to take a pause while he decides what he wants to say. ]
I went berserk. There's no better word for it. I've always tried to injure people rather than kill, if possible, but I was not holding back. I tortured people, I killed them, and I enjoyed it. And that's ... not normal for me.
[ Jesper usually gives himself some leeway with the reality that he's a killer. A damned good one at that. He will and does kill, but considering he has gone for the wound instead of the kill, it means he can control himself, that he's not as dark and violent as the people in the Barrel who can't come back. ]
I wanted - I still want - to kill every one of them. If I could get to them in the prison, I think I would've already done it.