That just makes Sylvain laugh as he reaches up to playfully tug at Jesper’s collar, then leans up to steal a kiss again. “Oh, trust me, that won’t be a problem.”
He can flit back and forth fairly seamlessly as well. It feels odd, though, when it’s all genuine. There’s not many Sylvain has let see him as he is so quickly. But Jesper had struck him as different from the moment he’d first spotted him in Nocwich. He’d never felt the need for the mask he so often wore when interacting with most people around him. Maybe because he’d sensed Jesper would probably see right through him anyway. He seemed perceptive like that.
He winces at the mention of his friend dying in her arms and for a moment, he’s struck by the pain of even imagining that. “Ouch. In that case, I think I’m glad she wasn’t here either. Even though I suspect, if she loved him that deeply, that she might have traded a great deal for even a short time longer with him. But to have missed him entirely…” He grimaces.
This place could be unknowingly cruel in this way, he supposed.
“I don’t think I know who Inej is,” he hums thoughtfully, thinking over the faces he’s seen and trying to recall if that sounds familiar. “Kaz, though. I think I’ve seen him a time or two down in the tavern, haven’t I?” Jesper’s mentioned him before, too. And Sylvain may have been watching their interactions so far with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He’s still trying to figure out what’s going on there without stepping on anyone’s toes.
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He can flit back and forth fairly seamlessly as well. It feels odd, though, when it’s all genuine. There’s not many Sylvain has let see him as he is so quickly. But Jesper had struck him as different from the moment he’d first spotted him in Nocwich. He’d never felt the need for the mask he so often wore when interacting with most people around him. Maybe because he’d sensed Jesper would probably see right through him anyway. He seemed perceptive like that.
He winces at the mention of his friend dying in her arms and for a moment, he’s struck by the pain of even imagining that. “Ouch. In that case, I think I’m glad she wasn’t here either. Even though I suspect, if she loved him that deeply, that she might have traded a great deal for even a short time longer with him. But to have missed him entirely…” He grimaces.
This place could be unknowingly cruel in this way, he supposed.
“I don’t think I know who Inej is,” he hums thoughtfully, thinking over the faces he’s seen and trying to recall if that sounds familiar. “Kaz, though. I think I’ve seen him a time or two down in the tavern, haven’t I?” Jesper’s mentioned him before, too. And Sylvain may have been watching their interactions so far with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He’s still trying to figure out what’s going on there without stepping on anyone’s toes.