Oh, he's well aware that unleashing Jesper on Thorne could only end in some kind of international incident. Fortunately, he's all talk. He doesn't even know where he'd begin with putting together a plot like that.
Wilhelm tips back more of the dark amber liquor, sloshing a bit on himself due to the angle at which he slumps against Jesper. Now it's for Wylan too, who could have been a good friend if they'd had enough time. That's the thing, you never know when you're going to run out of time — and yet, when he does run out, it always smashes into him by surprise.
"You would fit in perfectly in the Feywilds."
He sits up straighter, still leaning into Jesper's space. With gentle concentration, he traces the pointed tip of Jesper's ear. It's cute, the shape of his ears. Another gift from the Singularity, like the golden freckles splashed across his own face. Suddenly, unbidden, he remembers kissing these ears, breathing hotly and heavily against them in that shared dream where they were gods. His fingers flutter down the side of Jesper's neck.
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Wilhelm tips back more of the dark amber liquor, sloshing a bit on himself due to the angle at which he slumps against Jesper. Now it's for Wylan too, who could have been a good friend if they'd had enough time. That's the thing, you never know when you're going to run out of time — and yet, when he does run out, it always smashes into him by surprise.
"You would fit in perfectly in the Feywilds."
He sits up straighter, still leaning into Jesper's space. With gentle concentration, he traces the pointed tip of Jesper's ear. It's cute, the shape of his ears. Another gift from the Singularity, like the golden freckles splashed across his own face. Suddenly, unbidden, he remembers kissing these ears, breathing hotly and heavily against them in that shared dream where they were gods. His fingers flutter down the side of Jesper's neck.