The horrible, embarrassing thing is that yes, Kell indeed does love it when Jesper behaves so carelessly nonchalant. With complete disregard for social norms or what people might think of him, of them. He does have a thing for rule breakers. This is nothing new. What is, is his own reaction, the strength of it, the immediacy. It can't all be Jesper's captivating persona.
There's a flash of recognition when Jesper pulls out of his pocket the very ring that Kell made for him on the ship. Surprise too, since he did not expect Jesper to keep it. It's just a silly little thing. A flash of something else, that doesn't belong here, and yet it arises the very moment Kell looks at the ring. He can't stop red creeping up his cheeks when Jesper winks at him, nor does he even want to. It's desire mixed with annoyance, and a dash of sadness, when Jesper puts it away. Desire, for the memories this sight brings. Annoyance, because did that little bastard just winked at him right in front of everyone, with whatever is left of Jossellyn's mutilated corpse in full view? He sure did. Sadness, because of the irrational urge to touch it lest he won't believe the thing is real. That Jesper really kept it.
Kell takes the alcohol gladly. Not anywhere near modest in the amount he drinks before returning the flask. Saints! For what he's about to say? He really needs it.
"Sounds nice." he comments in a flat voice. The cabin and all. Sounds cozy. "It will sound even nicer after I fucked you on every surface there; horizontal or otherwise." The contrast between his words, and the way he looks and speaks while he utters them cannot be more jarring. It's entirely intentional. Kell's face has barely changed expression from the battered anguish he has shown since the beginning of the execution, save for the criminally traitorous flush it now displays.
Kell shivers. Now that he said it, the place feels even more morbid. A ritual fire is being lit on the altar. The ceremony progresses with the Summoned being invited to take part. Kell doesn't plan to accept the invitation, nor even linger any longer. If not for his chance meeting with Jesper, he'd regret coming here at all.
"I think I had enough of this spectacle." He says as he gently extricates himself from Jesper's embrace. "See you later. You better have the evening free."
Kell leaves for the portal before anyone notices that he is now burning full beetroot, and gets a completely wrong idea about him from that. Saints! This man! During a public execution! What did I just do?!! He both hates and loves what Jesper brings out in him.
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There's a flash of recognition when Jesper pulls out of his pocket the very ring that Kell made for him on the ship. Surprise too, since he did not expect Jesper to keep it. It's just a silly little thing. A flash of something else, that doesn't belong here, and yet it arises the very moment Kell looks at the ring. He can't stop red creeping up his cheeks when Jesper winks at him, nor does he even want to. It's desire mixed with annoyance, and a dash of sadness, when Jesper puts it away. Desire, for the memories this sight brings. Annoyance, because did that little bastard just winked at him right in front of everyone, with whatever is left of Jossellyn's mutilated corpse in full view? He sure did. Sadness, because of the irrational urge to touch it lest he won't believe the thing is real. That Jesper really kept it.
Kell takes the alcohol gladly. Not anywhere near modest in the amount he drinks before returning the flask. Saints! For what he's about to say? He really needs it.
"Sounds nice." he comments in a flat voice. The cabin and all. Sounds cozy. "It will sound even nicer after I fucked you on every surface there; horizontal or otherwise." The contrast between his words, and the way he looks and speaks while he utters them cannot be more jarring. It's entirely intentional. Kell's face has barely changed expression from the battered anguish he has shown since the beginning of the execution, save for the criminally traitorous flush it now displays.
Kell shivers. Now that he said it, the place feels even more morbid. A ritual fire is being lit on the altar. The ceremony progresses with the Summoned being invited to take part. Kell doesn't plan to accept the invitation, nor even linger any longer. If not for his chance meeting with Jesper, he'd regret coming here at all.
"I think I had enough of this spectacle." He says as he gently extricates himself from Jesper's embrace. "See you later. You better have the evening free."
Kell leaves for the portal before anyone notices that he is now burning full beetroot, and gets a completely wrong idea about him from that. Saints! This man! During a public execution! What did I just do?!! He both hates and loves what Jesper brings out in him.