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Sage had been working away at his bonds the moment the guards stepped outside the tent again to...well, guard. He didn't exactly plan on sticking around. He hadn't gotten very far when a new man stepped into the tent like he owned the place. Maybe he did....he was clearly part of the royal family, though he wasn't entirely sure which kid he was. He hadn't paid much attention to that part when they were given the brief run down of the kingdom. He didn't get out much. ..he only knew what his superiors wanted him to know. Even so, this new man had stepped in and started teasing, making sages blood boil. He knew he had a hot head, but he was still tied up so he couldn't do much. He couldn't even snap back at the man, since he'd been gagged after biting quite a few of the guards who had been talked with tying him up and calming him down. Even so, he glared daggers at him, especially when he reached for the wound. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to his comment - was it supposed to be a threat? Or was he just babbling nonsense? Either way, he was right. It did hurt. A lot. And if he were to poke around at it, it would hurt worse. He did manage to let out a kind of exasperated snort, which was at least some kind of a response at least, though he knew he was at this other man's mercy - something that make his hair on the back of his neck stand up on end and nerves prickle through his skin. |
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lorenzo stared at the man for a hot moment "mh i hate when they put these on people" he removed the gag staring at him.. "well got anything to say? perhaps a thank you?" he stood back tilting his head as he dropped the gag..
he watched the man shake tilt.. everything to get out of the bond
he observered sage in lorenzo eyes was the perfect soldier clearly sage could go for long amounts of time but what did lorenzo know? literally nothing
"does your booboo hurt?" he teased as his blue eyes fell onto the semi large gash on his side once more wincing slightly as if he could feel the pain infact he could not |
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At first, sage had leaned away from the other man's touch, though all he was doing was removing the gag, so he supposed that was a good thing. He wrinkled his nose slightly, licking his lips to try and keep the dryness in his mouth at bay, just glaring at the other man's words. "Thank you," he echoed, a sort of laugh slipping past his lips."what exactly should I be thankful for," he asked, venom in his words. He had been hurt, captured, tied up, and now this man was sitting here teasing him about it. That certainly didn't seem like it was worthy of a thank you from him. His anger boiled harshly in his chest as he teased him again, hating the way Lorenzo got on his nerves so easily. "And they say there's no such thing as stupid questions," he grumbled, shaking his head slightly as though disappointed. They both knew the answer to the question....though sage would never admit it himself, even if he was getting a little woozy from bleeding so much. |
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he tilted his head "spicy.. i like that" he grunted as he looked around grabbing a first aid kit "hurt me.. and these guards will surely get ya mate' so.. truce yeah.."
he bent down tearing into the fabric examing the wound "eh not to bad.." he said more to himself.. he grabbed hydrogen proxide and cotton pad.. gently pouring some hydrogen proxide on the cotton bad then dabbing it on the wound careful too make sure it wasnt infected.. "might burn.. shoulda' giving you a heads up.. but oh well" he continued to dab the cotton pad onto his wound |
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Sage had given the other man an unimpressed look at his comment about being spicy, admittedly not expecting that to come from him. At his next comment though, he couldn't help but chuckle and lift his shoulders in a shrug. "Well, they already did that," he noted, voice laced with faint amusement. He figured he was already beat up plenty. Besides, he could tell that this new person didn't actually mean him any harm - so he would play nice. The wound did need cleaning, so he allowed him to peek under his shirt at the wound and administer....whatever was on the cotton he held. It did burn, but he just grit his teeth, noting an "I'll manage," in response to his comment about the sting. |
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he backed up shaking his head.. his blue eyes scanning the the wound "looks deep.. " he tilted his head.. thinking.. his nose crinkled as he began to speak once more "im not no medic.. so what too do not sure.." he shrugged as he tossed the first aid kit to the side as he rummaged through oother supplied "thirsty?" he opened a bottle of water with a clean crisp pop.. "refreshing!" he mumured as he stared at sage squinting slightly as if to fully analyze if sage was a threat or not before proceeding to move to one of his hand bonds slightly untieing it until he watched sage shuffle he moved away "ay-" |
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Sage let out a dry laugh at his first comment, nodding along. "Fun fact, swords tend to do that," he noted with a slight wrinkle of his nose. Still, he was mildly amused by the conversation they were having. And admittedly, he was pretty intrigued by the man standing across from him. He hadn't even thought about water until Lorenzo pulled out the bottle, but his thirst made itself clear the moment it came into the picture. He was very thirsty - he'd just fought a battle, and it was a warm day out. The tent wasn't exactly cool either. He was surprised when the ropes on his hands were loosened, and he wasted no time in yanking it loose before quickly getting rid of the other ropes keeping him on the chair before giving Lorenzo a quick glance in response to his comment. "Oh please, if I wanted to kill you I'd have already done it, relax," he noted, reaching for the water and downing most of the bottle easily. |
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"yeah that for sure relaxs me bud.." he backed up slightly watching him drink as if he has never seen anyone do that "did you ever learn manners..?" there it was.. the prissy sassy prince..
he watched raising an eyebrow tisking "your spilling water down your chin-" he watched his eyebrows furrowing in disgust? or mild confusion clearly not realizing the two different perspectives and lives between them fully |
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Sage just rolled his eyes in response to Lorenzo's first comment, ignoring him for now and just lifting the water to his lips. He waited until he had finished drinking to even respond to his other comments, since he wasn't super bothered to answer in the first place....but he was vaguely annoying towards the end, so he threw him a bored glance in response. "No," he noted simply, crossing his arms and looking over at the other man. "I was born into the military. Raised in a barrack, trained from birth, yadda yadda yadda." He lifted his eyebrows slightly. "Bit different than sitting around all pretty in a castle and needing to be all respectful to people to keep your image good in the public eye," he pointed out. He did move to wipe his chin off, though shot Lorenzo a glare when he mentioned it. "And you've never gotten food or drink on your face when you were in a hurry," he asked, though it was mostly rhetorical. He figured everyone did something like that at some point. |
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"you crazy? my father would've killed me for a mess.. as a prince you must be proper.. unlike well..? you" he stated matter of fact.. staring at sage.. "why stay in the military.." he tilted his head leaning against the table that held supplies "benefits, cute people, you crazy and need a killing spree..?"
he tilted his head the other way running a hand through his hair watching tense every so often he would relax.. until sage mooved a muscle an inch in any certain way.. "boy.. quit moving so quick-" |
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