Nausea
a/n: Kent/Lyndis. Probably a little OOC. I can't really decide on who I ship, so this kind of came around because of that. Very short and honestly, I find it a bit dizzying to read.
Sometimes he can't help it.
She must know, but she's never said anything about it. Florina shoots him sympathetic glances. He's not sure how it's possible to get pitying looks from Florina. He sees Wil looking at him from where he's talking to her, and, sure enough, she turns around and fixes him in her gaze.
He forgets to breathe.
'Kent, some refreshment?' Sain snaps him back to reality and has that odd look on his face that says, very clearly, Sorry. Kent manages a polite smile at the girl offering him a cup of wine, and turns his head away, thankful for something else to concentrate on.
'Farina's looking at you,' Sain says, a smirk in his voice that doesn't quite translate onto his face. Farina is looking at him, but her gaze is anything but warm. He tries to recall what he's said that might vex her, but he doesn't remember most of their conversations, and Lyn – Lady Lyndis – is still looking at him. Wil's eyes meet his for a second before he turns away with a frown.
'Kent…'
Lord Hector shouts something unintelligible across the camp, and suddenly he's in front of Lyn - Lyndis – beaming at her and Lyn punches him on the arm. His laugh echoes. Lady Lyndis.
'You should talk to her.' Kent feels himself stiffen and whips his head around to stare at Sain. 'What?'
Sain's lost his strange grimace. Instead, there is clear pity. 'Farina. I think she wants to talk to you.'
He's a mess.