[The flintiness of Isaac's gaze says there never was a choice, not from the moment they were othered, driven to desperation to look to a demon-infested castle for refuge and freedom. But he doesn't snap at him; just watches as Hector moves and then settles in front of him and they sit in the cold, lonely damp like creatures who've never seen the light of day, taking measure of each other and waiting for something neither of them seem to be sure of.
Hector's eyes are still, black pools. Isaac sees nothing he can recognize in them - it's too dark. But he keeps looking, unblinking, as he breathes in the musk that sticks to Hector's clothes, what's left of their sweat and their come from a time that seems like it never existed, and feels his cock twitch, his bare skin tingling.
He looks down at the offered canteen, hesitating. This isn't concern, he reasons; it's simply the pragmatic thing to do. Hector wants him fit to travel, not a burden - and in that, at least, they can agree.
Wordlessly, he lifts it to his lips. The first sip he reserves for rinsing out his mouth, having the decency to turn his head when he spits. Then, a proper swallow, long and greedy, and god, it takes like gold, soothing his burning throat. He lets himself have another before passing it back, knuckling his chin dry.]
I am almost impressed you could walk as far as you have without the aid of your precious fairy. [He says, lowly.]
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Hector's eyes are still, black pools. Isaac sees nothing he can recognize in them - it's too dark. But he keeps looking, unblinking, as he breathes in the musk that sticks to Hector's clothes, what's left of their sweat and their come from a time that seems like it never existed, and feels his cock twitch, his bare skin tingling.
He looks down at the offered canteen, hesitating. This isn't concern, he reasons; it's simply the pragmatic thing to do. Hector wants him fit to travel, not a burden - and in that, at least, they can agree.
Wordlessly, he lifts it to his lips. The first sip he reserves for rinsing out his mouth, having the decency to turn his head when he spits. Then, a proper swallow, long and greedy, and god, it takes like gold, soothing his burning throat. He lets himself have another before passing it back, knuckling his chin dry.]
I am almost impressed you could walk as far as you have without the aid of your precious fairy. [He says, lowly.]