02-12-2024, 04:17 PM
Once Jensen was reassured that his secret was safe, he became more and more fascinated by Kristian’s insights. He listened with rapt attention while people were explained to him, though with each story, conviction slowly crept into his heart. He felt like he was spying, but that wasn’t the reason for the guilt. Deep down, he wanted to know more about the people they passed. Their struggles and identities made him feel more connected, and for a man whose recent years were spent in solitude and isolation, each one was a spark. Then there was Kristian himself. He spoke with the panache of a storyteller. It stirred nostalgia within Jensen, and the urge to join him was strong.
Such when he pulled him swiftly aside to study the man whom Kristian identified as dangerous, the response within Jensen was complex. It was hard to imagine such a suave person as so dangerous as to be warned away from even talking to him. Not to mention the touch on his arm felt uncomfortably intimate, and he knew what was happening. After what happened Ezvin, he wasn't sure he was ready to go through that again, so he attempted to redirect his focus.
Such a gift could be used for good, though. If Kristian was simply walking down the street and saw someone clearly suffering from silent struggles, he could show extra kindness or assist in ways that they would never even comprehend. Maybe Jensen could do something similar. Then it wouldn’t be about selfish prying and gossip but about service and altruism.
“Do you see anyone here that we could help?” He lowered his voice and caught Kristian’s eyes with his own. The lock of eye contact felt odd behind their opulent masks, but in a way, he was just as anonymous as Iason. “I’ll have to find a way to be discreet. The Ascendancy is here, after all. He would know if I… took action.”
Such when he pulled him swiftly aside to study the man whom Kristian identified as dangerous, the response within Jensen was complex. It was hard to imagine such a suave person as so dangerous as to be warned away from even talking to him. Not to mention the touch on his arm felt uncomfortably intimate, and he knew what was happening. After what happened Ezvin, he wasn't sure he was ready to go through that again, so he attempted to redirect his focus.
Such a gift could be used for good, though. If Kristian was simply walking down the street and saw someone clearly suffering from silent struggles, he could show extra kindness or assist in ways that they would never even comprehend. Maybe Jensen could do something similar. Then it wouldn’t be about selfish prying and gossip but about service and altruism.
“Do you see anyone here that we could help?” He lowered his voice and caught Kristian’s eyes with his own. The lock of eye contact felt odd behind their opulent masks, but in a way, he was just as anonymous as Iason. “I’ll have to find a way to be discreet. The Ascendancy is here, after all. He would know if I… took action.”