Snippet #1512792

((OOC: Same warning as Ama. If manluv sexytimez makes you squeamish, you're probably better off skipping this post.))

Kervall couldn't help but wonder if everything was going wrong for a reason. It just didn't make any sense, otherwise. He never asked for much in life, but a couple months ago he could have never predicted where his life would have taken him, and now where was he? Stuck in this Gods-forsaken keep with enemies surrounding him on every side, and the one good thing that had possibly made it all worthwhile was turning to ashes between his fingers. Were the Seven punishing him for some horrible transgression he'd forgotten? Why was he suffering? Why did his damn heart have to pick the princess, of all the girls he'd met before?

Thankfully, the young Winsler's self-pity didn't go much further. Hearing a voice, he looked up and actually jumped. There was suddenly a young man he'd never seen before getting very - very! - close to him. He thought he knew all the faces of the court in the general area, and this young man was definitely no servant. For whatever reason, the man seemed quite keen on touching him. Before he'd even said anything, he felt the warmth of the stranger's body as he was held close. Not that he minded, exactly...

"I'm havin' somethin' of a rough day." His words came out somewhat slurred, as Kervall ran a hand through his hair, his gaze fixated at the fountain before them, "I seem to have fallen for the wrong girl." He smirked sardonically at his own words - how trite they seemed when spoken aloud. He felt his new compatriot bring his face around and as their eyes met, Kurt's breath caught momentarily. This young man was fair to look at, no doubt, and was probably quite popular with the ladies. But what arrested his attention was the look in the man's eyes. The turgid lightning captured within those fair features, the glint behind the eyes the colour of an impending storm was both frightening and exhilarating. They were a dare, a promise that life was to be led by example and to the fullest.

Heartbreak indeed. Even through the strange fog that still persisted, the pain in Kervall's chest throbbed like an angry wound, worse than any of the ones inflicted by Lionel. Worse still, they were only so raw because she had feelings for him, as well! "Talk. Bleh. Talk is cheap. I don't wanna talk." For a moment, fire danced in Kurt's gaze, anger and passion swelled into a heady burst of emotion, but he banished it. He didn't want to be comforted by meaningless platitudes or advice. He just wanted to forget, and maybe the pain would let him be.

The warmth of their bodies so close to one another, and the gentle touches on his face felt surprisingly good. Maybe this young man was right, and the good company of a friend was what he needed. In this place he didn't really have of those, mind, but for whatever reason this stranger seemed willing to help. Feeling the unexpectedly intimate touch against his lips, Kervall tensed briefly, and he stared up at this man who had come out of nowhere and appeared to be exactly what he needed. "Who are you? I don' think I've ev'r seen you b'fore. Mebbe it doesn' matter. You were right, though. You c'n jus' be comp'ny, fer now." Giving Ammon a small, quiet smile, Kervall then shifted yet closer to the young man, and curled up against him, laying his head against Ammon's shoulder and closing his eyes, his free hand coming to rest against the mercenary's body. A small voice in the back of his mind told him this wasn't exactly the smartest idea - putting himself in such a vulnerable position to a complete stranger who could be an assassin for all he knew. But honestly, he didn't care, and his warmth felt good. If this man slipped a dagger between his ribs now, well, it would at least end the pain. After what he'd been through in the last couple months, he figured he deserved to feel good a little. Right?

Kurt's eyes opened again and he stared up at the sky. Could this day get any weirder?