Who: Waver Velvet & whoever When: throughout September Where: Dorchacht (beginning to mid-Sept... ignore the headers) & Aefenglom (late Sept) What: trouble in Dorch, recovering in Aefenglom Warnings: drug use, auction and monster slavery stuff
Waver presses closer, face buried against Iskandar's chest. The scent of him is comforting, just as the affection is.
"They seem very well-organized and obviously passionate." The Resistence, he means. "I genuinely hope their efforts do real good in this place."
He closes his eyes. He's very, very tired.
In all honesty, he's ready to forget for at least a little bit. It's selfish when so many others don't have the same choice, but no good will come of him mentally and emotionally exhausting himself either. Right now, it's all so raw and painful, amidst all the other injustices he's seen; eventually, it will just be a fact, something to be aware of and keep an eye on when he can. But as much as he does care, Waver doesn't have the emotional stamina for it right now. He feels kind of shitty about it.
"Some Resistance members helped me. Supplying potion ingredients and shelter, and safer travel through the tunnels. I know Geralt's been getting pretty well-acquainted with people there."
"Then I would leave it to him. He's more than capable. Don't think about it now. You need to rest."
There's one more thing that should help the boy relax. A warm bath. He needs one anyway but Iskandar is sure he can intimidate his way with their hosts to make it more elaborate. It wouldn't exactly be Persian style opulence but Iskandar is sure he can organise something. Now, that he decided to stop being nice to those people.
With Waver still safely nestled in his arm he sits, then stands, adjusting his hold in the process.
"I'm going to take you to the baths, then we will find you some new clothes and then you can sleep as much as you want," he says.
Waver trusts him so completely, he remains just as relaxed while Iskandar is picking him up, innately so sure he's secure he doesn't even bother to hold on. He rests his cheek on Iskandar's shoulder.
The mention of clothes makes his ears flatten anxiously, but he only nods. His memories are blurry, there only in flashes since he'd been so drugged, but there's something so violating about his clothes being taken. Then again, the whole approach in this society was to dehumanize 'Monsters' as much as possible. Of course they had.
"...okay," Waver sighs. He doesn't need to ask Iskandar to stay with him. He knows he will.
The blurry memories may be a blessing of sorts in that case. It would be better for Waver not to remember his time in captivity in too much detail. Iskandar never had to deal with slave traders himself. He had, however, ordered a few to be hanged. Not for their trade but for their negligence. If it was easy enough for them to treat their human property as closer to cattle than people even when they did not differ much from the rest of humanity. He could only imagine it must have been much easier for similar scum here to rationalize maltreatment of their slaves when they were actual Monsters and visibly differed from the regular people they could meet on the streets.
This city deserves to burn he thinks as he carries the boy to the baths.
Mysteriously, he finds it unoccupied. There's a large brass tub in the center of the room that has a lion's foot at the base of each of the supporting legs. He would probably find it amusing if the circumstances were more pleasing. Right now, it just looks like a mockery to him. Iskandar would most happy when they finally leave this place. He's more than disgusted by it.
It takes time to fill the tub so he finds himself a low stool to sit on. It's warm in the room so he could unwrap Waver from at least some of the blankets but he can't make himself disturb the boy. Waver already started dozing off. So Iskandar just adjusts his hold making sure he is comfortable and waits.
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Waver presses closer, face buried against Iskandar's chest. The scent of him is comforting, just as the affection is.
"They seem very well-organized and obviously passionate." The Resistence, he means. "I genuinely hope their efforts do real good in this place."
He closes his eyes. He's very, very tired.
In all honesty, he's ready to forget for at least a little bit. It's selfish when so many others don't have the same choice, but no good will come of him mentally and emotionally exhausting himself either. Right now, it's all so raw and painful, amidst all the other injustices he's seen; eventually, it will just be a fact, something to be aware of and keep an eye on when he can. But as much as he does care, Waver doesn't have the emotional stamina for it right now. He feels kind of shitty about it.
"Some Resistance members helped me. Supplying potion ingredients and shelter, and safer travel through the tunnels. I know Geralt's been getting pretty well-acquainted with people there."
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There's one more thing that should help the boy relax. A warm bath. He needs one anyway but Iskandar is sure he can intimidate his way with their hosts to make it more elaborate. It wouldn't exactly be Persian style opulence but Iskandar is sure he can organise something. Now, that he decided to stop being nice to those people.
With Waver still safely nestled in his arm he sits, then stands, adjusting his hold in the process.
"I'm going to take you to the baths, then we will find you some new clothes and then you can sleep as much as you want," he says.
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The mention of clothes makes his ears flatten anxiously, but he only nods. His memories are blurry, there only in flashes since he'd been so drugged, but there's something so violating about his clothes being taken. Then again, the whole approach in this society was to dehumanize 'Monsters' as much as possible. Of course they had.
"...okay," Waver sighs. He doesn't need to ask Iskandar to stay with him. He knows he will.
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This city deserves to burn he thinks as he carries the boy to the baths.
Mysteriously, he finds it unoccupied. There's a large brass tub in the center of the room that has a lion's foot at the base of each of the supporting legs. He would probably find it amusing if the circumstances were more pleasing. Right now, it just looks like a mockery to him. Iskandar would most happy when they finally leave this place. He's more than disgusted by it.
It takes time to fill the tub so he finds himself a low stool to sit on. It's warm in the room so he could unwrap Waver from at least some of the blankets but he can't make himself disturb the boy. Waver already started dozing off. So Iskandar just adjusts his hold making sure he is comfortable and waits.