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Axel had just scoffed at the pro ces comments. If the man thought nothing bad was going to happen to him here, then he was more naive than he felt on. The guy didn't have many options when it came to dealing with captives ...he wasn't even sure why he was still here if they didn't need information from him. When the Prince left, he let out a sort of sigh, slumping against the wall behind him, exhausted. Physically he was just....worn out, he supposed, and all the thoughts and emotions circling his head weren't helping his mental energy at all. He knew he needed to try and sleep, so he curled up beat he could, trying to find a half decent spot on the stone floor and wall. He was used to sleeping outside, in all sorts of conditions, but this was somehow worse. It wasn't his first time in a dungeon...but this one was darker. He didn't like not being able to see the threats around him. He did fall into a fitful sleep soon enough, though he was woken rather early by a few of the guards, banging on the cell bars and sliding a bowl of water into his cell. So that was to be his breakfast then. So much for being fed well. He was incredibly thirsty though, so he downed the water in the bowl quickly. |
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Duncan woke the next morning, surrounded by his multiple pillows and blankets, curled into them, nice and cozy. He sighed, pulling himself up and out of bed, getting ready for the day. He didn't wear anything special, just a simple black. He went to breakfast with his family, but he stayed quiet. All throughout the meal, he snuck food into his pockets for the man. He knew the guards wouldn't feed the man well, he wasn't stupid. But he could do whatever he wanted. After the meal, he collected a blanket and pillow for him aswell, carrying it all down to the dungeons. He walked his way through the darkness, until he made it to the mans cell. He had a guard unlock the door and he carefully placed the blanket and pillow down on the floor, the food resting on top. Duncan slipped out of the cell and the guard locked the door once again. |
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Axel had gone back to sleep after drinking the water. Or...rather, he tried to. He didn't really get much more sleep, but he had stayed where he was laying when he heard the cell doors open. It didn't seem like a guard...there was no banging or yelling. So he pretended like he was asleep still, back facing whoever it was. They left after a moment, and when he was sure he was alone, he shifted to sit up with a soft groan, a hand going to his side with a wince. He nearly choked when he noticed the pile there - food, more water, and a blanket. A pillow. He sort of just stared at it for a moment, completely shocked. So the prince had kept his word after all. His mind was still circling, but he moved to attack the food, hunger knowing at his stomach until he worked his way through it. Then he moved to lay the blanket over the floor, to try and make laying there just a bit more comfortable, pulling the pillow towards him and settling down again. It was still somewhat early, and he was tired ....besides, it wasn't like he had anything else to do but sleep and heal. |
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Duncan did the same thing for lunch and dinner, for the next couple of days bringing the man food and water, adding in a few amenities here and there. A few more blankets, another pillow, a change of clothes, hairbrush and hairties, toothbrush and toothpaste. Simple things, but nice things to have. Although, he noticed the bandaged had tattered and become dirty. That was dangerous. So one night he entered the cell with a small first aid kit, just more bandages and some ointment, and the door sealed behind him. "Hello," he said gently, he didn't want to startle the man. "I'm just here to redress your wounds," |
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Axel hadn't expected much more from the prince, but after a few days, he has to admit the man was treating him rather well. He was a little suspicious about it, but he knew he wouldn't be doing all this if he wanted him dead, or anything like that at least. And aside from his wounds and the chains rubbing against his skin where they lay, it wasn't too uncomfortable down here. His eyes had adjust to the darkness slightly, though he still couldn't see a whole lot. Even so, when he heard the door to the cell open, he shifted to sit up, grunting a sort of greeting to the prince. He heasitated when he mentioned treating his wound, but nodded his agreement after a moment or so. He knew the chances of it getting infected were high, since they hadn't been changed for a while and the cell wasn't super clean. "Since when did you learn how to patch people up," he asked, shifting to lay down on his back....that way the other man could easily do what he needed to do. |
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"Since I was kid who got into trouble, and my strict parents didn't need or care to know," he muttered, gently undressing the wounds. They were healing up nicely. Carefully, he dabbed a little ointment onto his finger and gently rubbed it along the wound. It was an antibacterial, so it should be okay. Then he gently rewrapped the bandages around the man. "There, that should be better," he murmured. Duncan gazed down at the man, scanning him for any other injuries. He noticed the redness around his wrists and ankles where the chains were. Silently, he pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the chains. Duncan took the mans hand, looking at his wrist for any blistering. Thankfully, Duncan had been just on time to take those chains off. He pocketed the key again, not bothering to put the chains back on the man. Duncan felt they were unnessecary, the man couldn't get past the steel bars anyway. |
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Axel couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips in response to Duncan's comment about getting into trouble. "I know what that's like," he mused. Then he reconsidered. "Well, the first part anyway," he added with a shrug, wincing slightly as the wound was dressed and sitting up once it had been cleaned and rebandaged. He hummed softly in agreement with the princes comments....it did feel better. A lot better. Whatever he had put on it had taken the edge of the pain off. He was a little bit surprised when he unlocked his chains, examining his own skin, which had been rubbed a little raw but nothing bad. No blisters, nothing dangerous. They would heal in a day or two. "I'm fine," he noted when the other man took his hand, examining it. He didn't pull away though. The touch was gentle, and even if it was coming from an enemy....he found he rather liked it. |
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Duncan nodded, letting go of his hand. "I know, just making sure," he hummed lightly. He sat back, staying with the man, wings loosening a touch, relaxing a little. Only a little. "Why do you fight so hard for a kingdom you're not even fully from?" he blurted out. He had to admit, it was rather strange he was from two different kingdoms. Even weirder that he was willing to give his life to protect a kingdom he wasn't fully blood to. And Duncan never really thought too much about his words before he said them. They just... came out, most of the time. |
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The other mans comments had caught Axel a little off guard, and he moved to stare at him, trying to word things correctly. "I..." He paused, heasitating, not sure he should actually say anything about it. But he did trust Duncan, for whatever reason. He'd shown he can be trusted. "It's what I was raised for. Trained up in a camp from the time I was little," he noted. "It's what we all do. The military group I'm part of is all mixed.... we're born and bred to be trained up and into it. Follow orders." He chuckled. "Never was great at the last part though," he admitted. "Gotta say, your dungeon is seeming better each day," he added with a sort of grin. He shifted to lean against the dungeon wall, facing the prince as he moved some stray boys of hair out of his face so he could try to see him better. Make out some features. He hadn't really gotten a good look at him yet, and he couldn't see real well down here. He could see the wings though. He had to admit he was a bit jealous. "Can you fly with those," he asked. "What's it like? That freedom?" He wished he was free to go where he liked. To be able to fly and move faster and further. To not be restrained by anything. It seemed nice. |
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Duncan smiled softly, listening to him. "Yeah, I never really was good at following directions either," he chuckled lightly. He frowned slightly at his mention of the dungeons looking nicer and nicer each day. They were pretty grimy. The lowest, dirtiest area of the entire kingdom. This man hadn't been treated very well... "So, if you're all mixed, who do you fight for?" he asked curiously. He noticed the man examining him, watching him as he watched his wings. "Sure can," he hummed lightly. "It is very freeing. Like nothing else matters, just you, the wind and your thoughts," he hummed lightly. "Its very nice," |
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