[ He can't explain why it is he's relieved when Mace falls asleep. Maybe because he's been running on fumes from the jump, maybe because the idea of him pushing himself much farther after something like this is stressing Ian's heart. Whatever the case, Mace drifts and parts of Ian relax. Shoulders, thighs, something in the center of his spine. He breathes in time with Mace, and never moves from this position. Chin supported by shoulder, arms hanging on around him, slowly and uncomfortably drying out on cold stone.
It's worth it.
He's awake when the river goes dry. It's as though someone turned off a hose, the flow trickling to a stream and then nothing. It leaves him wide-eyed and confused, on edge immediately, and he considers waking up the man in his arms, but...
No glow. His wrists stay comfortingly dark, so his teeth click softly shut. Let him rest, let him get as much as he fucking can before—
Yeah. Before gasping awake like they do these days, expecting absolutely fucking anything to be bearing down on them. There's nothing, just Ian's permanent rasp made a little more pronounced by thirst. Couldn't convince himself to let go and reach for the canteen. ]
It's okay.
[ Murmured quietly by Mace's ear, his eyes on the river too. ]
It just... stopped. But there's nothing else.
[ So far. He doubts that'll be the permanent state of things, especially considering how tempting that lever looks with the rope so conveniently settled before them despite the fact that the stream flows in the opposite direction. ]
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It's worth it.
He's awake when the river goes dry. It's as though someone turned off a hose, the flow trickling to a stream and then nothing. It leaves him wide-eyed and confused, on edge immediately, and he considers waking up the man in his arms, but...
No glow. His wrists stay comfortingly dark, so his teeth click softly shut. Let him rest, let him get as much as he fucking can before—
Yeah. Before gasping awake like they do these days, expecting absolutely fucking anything to be bearing down on them. There's nothing, just Ian's permanent rasp made a little more pronounced by thirst. Couldn't convince himself to let go and reach for the canteen. ]
It's okay.
[ Murmured quietly by Mace's ear, his eyes on the river too. ]
It just... stopped. But there's nothing else.
[ So far. He doubts that'll be the permanent state of things, especially considering how tempting that lever looks with the rope so conveniently settled before them despite the fact that the stream flows in the opposite direction. ]