[Kell responds quickly, calling on a wide grin to cover up the gnawing feeling of guilt for pushing Wilhelm so quickly out of the shop. For propping up a lie only because it felt good for him.
In the end, it was selfish not to say a thing. He made it look as if he was trying to be someone he is not. Not his first time, but that's hardly an excuse. As if he was trying to fill the void left by the brother Wilhelm was separated from when he was pulled from his world to this one. Kell didn't need much to realize how important Eric is for Wilhelm. How much his absence hurts the young prince.
Even at his most selfish, Kell wouldn't have dared to think he could replace Wilhelm's older brother. That he could even occupy a similar place. But he feels strangely protective of him anyway. Ever since that botched spell in the forest of Lunae. Even more so after the horrors the Acolytes had put them through.
It's strange. They don't even have all that much in common. Yet, there's something in Wilhelm that makes him care. Kell doesn't really know what it is, or who he wants to be to Wilhelm. What drives him to go to such lengths - to make an utter fool of himself - only to wrangle a smile from this sad, stressed boy. It's not what he'd usually do, it doesn't make any sense, and yet it's there.
He finds them a nice, sunny patch of grass with a good view of the rest of the park, but obscured a bit by an assortment of bushes. The arrangement seems to be ornamental, and Kell doesn't know if they're allowed to sit there. He also doesn't care. It's a good spot, and if someone wants to make objections they will have to come and tell him in person. Until then, he's going to assume they have all the right to lounge where they choose.]
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[Kell responds quickly, calling on a wide grin to cover up the gnawing feeling of guilt for pushing Wilhelm so quickly out of the shop. For propping up a lie only because it felt good for him.
In the end, it was selfish not to say a thing. He made it look as if he was trying to be someone he is not. Not his first time, but that's hardly an excuse. As if he was trying to fill the void left by the brother Wilhelm was separated from when he was pulled from his world to this one. Kell didn't need much to realize how important Eric is for Wilhelm. How much his absence hurts the young prince.
Even at his most selfish, Kell wouldn't have dared to think he could replace Wilhelm's older brother. That he could even occupy a similar place. But he feels strangely protective of him anyway. Ever since that botched spell in the forest of Lunae. Even more so after the horrors the Acolytes had put them through.
It's strange. They don't even have all that much in common. Yet, there's something in Wilhelm that makes him care. Kell doesn't really know what it is, or who he wants to be to Wilhelm. What drives him to go to such lengths - to make an utter fool of himself - only to wrangle a smile from this sad, stressed boy. It's not what he'd usually do, it doesn't make any sense, and yet it's there.
He finds them a nice, sunny patch of grass with a good view of the rest of the park, but obscured a bit by an assortment of bushes. The arrangement seems to be ornamental, and Kell doesn't know if they're allowed to sit there. He also doesn't care. It's a good spot, and if someone wants to make objections they will have to come and tell him in person. Until then, he's going to assume they have all the right to lounge where they choose.]
Here. It's perfect.