abraxaslogs | There is a swelling storm and I'm caught up in the middle of it all

Jesper made the life he wanted for himself when he went to Ketterdam, but he was lonely growing up. He lived on a farm and had to support his father, and while he always got along very well with other people, most of them knew about his mother and suspected he was a Grisha. There wasn't hate thrown his way but wariness was expected even in safer areas. He got to remake himself and never have to be lonely again.

"I would say we're family, but the kind of family that shares no blood so it's not strange that we sometimes hook up." It's a gang full of hot young people on the whole. These things happen. Not to mention the Crows all paired off into their little couples, so they can be family and also together. "I think of much of the Cadens group as my family too." They're very tight knit.

Jesper looks at the snowglobe and it's sweet that Wille went with something casual like a pond. Most people would want dramatic buildings or cities in theirs. He smiles and nods, turning to offer the merchant the coin needed for it.

"What's your brother like?"

Wilhelm snorts a surprised laugh at the comment on hooking up, though he shouldn't be surprised anymore. He balances it with a thoughtful hum as Jesper describes the other Summoned as a sort of family.

He would be surprised to learn that Jesper's childhood echoes his own. He was different, too, in a way that nobody can see but everybody knows — not because of any power coursing through his veins, but because of his royal blood. His title was like a wall that isolated him from other kids. He had friends, but how many really knew him? How many really understood him? How many cared about him for who he was, and not what he was?

Erik was the only one on his side of the wall.

As Jesper passes coins to the proprietor, Wilhelm peers at the snow globe again. He likes the little pond because it reminds him of the frog in the one his brother had passed down to him. It reminds him of the lake at Hillerska, his school, too.

"Kind. Thoughtful," he answers.

Once the exchange is made, the snow globe gets wrapped in thick paper and tied with a string. Wilhelm takes it, cradling it carefully. They begin to walk again.

"Erik has always been the person I look up to the most. He was always on my side, and I could talk to him about anything."

Jesper hid his abilities and his past even from his closest friends for quite some time, Kaz being the only one who really knew from the start. That is no doubt why he recruited him, but there was a part of him he hid. Being a Grisha was not a source of joy, not for him, until here, and even then it's not shared with everyone. It's hard for anyone to truly know someone else, in his opinion, but if they know enough, that counts.

With Wilhelm needing to hold the globe he lets him have his hand back, although he keeps an arm slung around his shoulders because he can. Jesper glances down at him when he catches the 'was' and 'could.' He pays close attention to people when they talk and reads through them. He knows what that means. No wonder he was feeling wistful about the globes.

"That sounds lovely. Everyone should have one of those if they're lucky." He hopes that even if the brother is lost, the things he'll remember about him will eventually be only the good parts. That's how he has been about Matthias and his mother lately. "We may not be blood, but that's been Inej for me."

He nods. In one measure, at least, he was lucky. He can't imagine what his life would be like if there had never been an Erik, what he would be like absent Erik's influence, beyond the blurriest outline. He'd be much lonelier, he supposes. His thumb brushes over the packaging cradling his new snow globe, contemplating its contents. That's two gifts Jesper has gotten for him now; he would have to find a way to repay his generosity.

As they resume their walk through the market, Wilhelm settles into his place tucked into Jesper's side, bracketed by his arm. He likes it there. At the dropping of Inej's name, his expression brightens with recognition.

"I know Inej, she's cool," comes his glowing review. "So she's a part of your Cadens family?"

As Jesper had called it. It's a nice concept. In Thorne, they feel less like a family and more like a hostage situation these days.

"She's a part of my gang, we're from the same world." Jesper doesn't know if that's come up if he knows Inej. The two of them are inseparable in Cadens so everyone there knows the two are locked at the hip, they live together, but outside of Cadens it may not be as obvious.

"We've been best friends for years. When I got here, she was in Solvunn, she was able to move to Free Cities during the peace summit to join me." The two of them couldn't bear the idea of staying a faction apart so when the option came up, they had to take it. But Inej knew that staying in Solvunn would probably have driven Jesper insane. He doesn't want to ever go back to a farmland, Cadens is far more his scene, and so she moved without question. Now with Kaz there it feels like it was the best move.

"She is very cool. Did you know she's an incredible acrobat? A tight rope walker."

Inej, much like Jesper, seems too kind to belong to a gang. Wilhelm tries not to think too deeply about what such a life must demand. And he tries not to pass judgment, because from what Jesper had described, their city is a dog-eat-dog sort of place. It could be that finding a gang to stick with is the only way to make sure you don't get ground up in the jaws of the city.

Besides, the royal court is a kind of gang. The nobility is a kind of gang. The only difference is that they have the best lawyers and the arm of the media to cover up their crimes.

"I've seen her climb straight up and down a wall. And I never hear her footsteps, she's like a ghost." He laughs. "Now it all makes sense."

That would be a fair assessment. Ketterdam is half criminals, half merchants, and sometimes both sides flip depending on the day or circumstance. Jesper joined that end after his addiction and his boredom made school untenable, and he's never looked back. Until right before coming here, when he agreed to be a merchant's house boyfriend for a time. He has no shame when it comes to criminal activity or what he's done in his past.

"I've known her for years and I still have no idea when she's behind me. It's become a joke between us." Jesper laughs. "Sometimes I'll just turn around and pretend I knew she was there, and then she'll be on the other side of me." He loves that about her though. He technically could change it, due to him practicing with his super hearing, but he hasn't been able to get that precise. And it's their thing. "Kaz is the only one who knows, I have no idea how."

"Another friend of yours?" he asks. His eyes wander over the wares offered at every stall they pass, but most of his attention sticks to Jesper.

He likes hearing about Jesper's friends, the kaleidoscope of people he surrounds himself with. Jesper's world — not necessarily the literal planet he's from, but more so the space he's inhabited, the life he's lived — is so different from his. More interesting, more exciting.

Most of Wilhelm's friends were just people to pass the time with. The roots never really stretched deeper than joking around and having fun. For all that he'd bitched about having to leave his friends behind when he was sent to boarding school, the texting dried up fast. Group chats became foreign countries full of inside jokes he wasn't part of.

It's nice that Jesper has at least one friend from home here with him. So many months removed from his old life, Wilhelm wouldn't know what to do if suddenly a familiar face popped up. Well, maybe with one or two exceptions.

"Kaz? Yeah, he's the boss. The leader of the Dregs, of the Crows." Jesper wonders what Kaz would make of Wilhelm. Probably the obvious, a sweet pigeon, exactly how Jesper saw him at first. Kaz has been trying to interact more with people here, maybe he won't be so quick to write someone off. A question for another time.

"I'm his second, always have been." His right-hand man, the one that Kaz puts faith in when sometimes he shouldn't have. Jesper's information-gathering and charming personality made him a very good contrast to the serious Kaz. There is fondness in his voice, the same as when he talks about Inej, he loves them, deeply.

"He's here too. Bit quiet and well, he'd stab me if I said shy, so let's say introverted." Although he would say in some ways Kaz is very shy. He puts on the Dirtyhands persona for good reasons, but underneath that, he is more hesitant about other people and what they think of him. "If you see someone tall, dark-haired, always wearing gloves, cheekbones that could cut glass, watching people instead of talking, that'd be him."

Wilhelm starts to laugh, but then realizes that...Jesper might be dead serious about the threat of stabbing. He can tell by the warmth in his tone, though, that their relationship extends beyond the roles they play in their gang. It would be hard to thrive in that world, he supposes, without knowing who exactly you were entrusting your back to.

"Second in command? I didn't realize I was in the company of someone so important," he teases, leaning into Jesper's side.

Kaz probably won't stab him now, but there was definitely a point in time when he wasn't entirely certain what his boss would do. He was very good at making them guess!

Jesper laughs. "That's right, second in command of the rising star gang the Dregs, you should be extremely impressed." Technically he gave up that position when he moved in with his merchling boyfriend, but maybe he'll always be it. It's not as if Kaz has replaced him yet. "And very turned on." He kisses his cheek.

Wilhelm laughs, hooking his fingers in Jesper's coat to keep him in his space. If he had another hand free, he'd be sliding it into Jesper's curls — but that can wait for later. He has two free lips, though, and he presses them to Jesper's for a little slip of a kiss. The crowd bustling around them doesn't matter much, and the perpetual twilight of Nocwich helps to create a sense of secrecy despite being out in the open.

"That's for being extremely impressed."

And...yes, turned on. He's stopped walking now. Leaning in again, he lets the next kiss linger.

"And that's for the snow globe."

There is a swelling storm and I'm caught up in the middle of it all

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Maybe start to wrap on this one?

sounds good