Jesper won't feel the way he goes all still inside at the mention of Libertas, a city he's seen only once in a magical projection, and a hundred times in his nightmares. A city that, in his mind, is perpetually burning down, all ashes and screams. It would be good for him to see it, rebuilt and recovered. He can't offer anything to the dead except for apologies and prayers to a god he's not even sure he believes in, but...maybe it counts for something.
"I want to see it," he says, stretching to press a soft kiss to Jesper's collarbone.
They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other and making plans that might never come true. When a healer comes by to check his bandages, he's not even that embarrassed to be found with a boy in his bed, or to be reprimanded for his carelessness — he's mostly just reluctant to peel himself off of Jesper.
Eventually, with the aid of Jesper's sweet-talking, they get a hold of some scissors and a shaving kit. Jesper plays at barber, and the results are passable. Rather than something plucked from the wilderness, Wilhelm feels more like himself.
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"I want to see it," he says, stretching to press a soft kiss to Jesper's collarbone.
They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other and making plans that might never come true. When a healer comes by to check his bandages, he's not even that embarrassed to be found with a boy in his bed, or to be reprimanded for his carelessness — he's mostly just reluctant to peel himself off of Jesper.
Eventually, with the aid of Jesper's sweet-talking, they get a hold of some scissors and a shaving kit. Jesper plays at barber, and the results are passable. Rather than something plucked from the wilderness, Wilhelm feels more like himself.