To say that Keelan was aghast by Fae and Cynthia's exchange was probably putting it mildly. His mouth fell open, eyes wide. How could two people talk to each other like this and still remain amicable? Though he was fairly glad that Fae stepped in front of him, because the woman's look was nothing short of appraising and he knew that look. He didn't want to fall into her grasp any more than Fae did, but he was also no stranger to using his body as currency either. Fortunately, there was a small bag of trinkets to run through before he would have to resort to his former profession.
For his part, he stayed silent while they exchanged hands and words. This was Fae's friend(?) and he wasn't sure if his speaking would help or hurt, and he definitely didn't want to undermine what was going on. So, he followed Fae and Cynthia inside the brothel.
The first thing that hit Keelan's senses was the sickeningly sweet smell of perfume and incense to mask the musk of sex. It was a familiar scent that had him wrinkling his nose as he followed Fae upstairs. The first open door they found, they ducked into.
The second thing he noticed, was how quiet things were once they got into the room and closed the door. He could just barely make out the murmured sounds of merriment downstairs. The rooms were insulated well for discrete privacy. And looking around, it wasn't at all similar to his own. His had looked more like a torture chamber that someone slept in. Yes, the bed was big and cushy, the silks fine, and pillows fluffy, but it had been obvious what people went to his room for. This new space looked more like a bedroom and it had a calming effect on Keelan.
He now knew that they were as safe as could be, despite the mournful feeling of being indoors again after so long. The fact that he knew they could walk out of the building of their own free will was... satisfying.
Setting his small bundle on a chair, he moved to the window and peeked out into the night. The streets looked less ominous now than they had, and there were no familiar figures chasing them. It allowed him to smile, the light hitting his eyes as he turned toward Fae.
"Thank you," Keelan said smoothly. But upon seeing Fae, there laid a problem. Now they were in proper light and he wasn't following his pink haired savior, he saw just how badly injured he really was. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look like hell. Sit down."
Keelan moved to a small basin and picked the pitcher up, dropping some water into the bowl. After a moment, he rang a piece of cloth out and moved toward the other man, taking his hand and dabbing the cloth over his busted knuckles as gently as he could. "But I do mean it. Thank you."
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For his part, he stayed silent while they exchanged hands and words. This was Fae's friend(?) and he wasn't sure if his speaking would help or hurt, and he definitely didn't want to undermine what was going on. So, he followed Fae and Cynthia inside the brothel.
The first thing that hit Keelan's senses was the sickeningly sweet smell of perfume and incense to mask the musk of sex. It was a familiar scent that had him wrinkling his nose as he followed Fae upstairs. The first open door they found, they ducked into.
The second thing he noticed, was how quiet things were once they got into the room and closed the door. He could just barely make out the murmured sounds of merriment downstairs. The rooms were insulated well for discrete privacy. And looking around, it wasn't at all similar to his own. His had looked more like a torture chamber that someone slept in. Yes, the bed was big and cushy, the silks fine, and pillows fluffy, but it had been obvious what people went to his room for. This new space looked more like a bedroom and it had a calming effect on Keelan.
He now knew that they were as safe as could be, despite the mournful feeling of being indoors again after so long. The fact that he knew they could walk out of the building of their own free will was... satisfying.
Setting his small bundle on a chair, he moved to the window and peeked out into the night. The streets looked less ominous now than they had, and there were no familiar figures chasing them. It allowed him to smile, the light hitting his eyes as he turned toward Fae.
"Thank you," Keelan said smoothly. But upon seeing Fae, there laid a problem. Now they were in proper light and he wasn't following his pink haired savior, he saw just how badly injured he really was. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look like hell. Sit down."
Keelan moved to a small basin and picked the pitcher up, dropping some water into the bowl. After a moment, he rang a piece of cloth out and moved toward the other man, taking his hand and dabbing the cloth over his busted knuckles as gently as he could. "But I do mean it. Thank you."