[He's dozing, a little more than half-asleep despite his best attempts to stay awake, but his body knows to react even without his mind being on the same page. He yanks himself back and away, even as he makes a startled, disoriented noise, more a reaction to the glow from the tattoos than anything else—an age old defensive thought of Fenris is finally taking matters into his own hands.
Instinct screams at him to pull himself more firmly away, to retreat from a threat, but after the moment passes and his mind catches up, he only settles back to where he was. He's so tired, and he spent so long running and clawing his way from threats, real and imagined, only to end up exactly where he was trying to get away from in the first place. Compared to that, if Fenris is any kind of threat at all by now, it's a merciful one.]
I don't know that there's any left. Soon.
[His voice is a murmur, thick with interrupted sleep. He hopes he isn't lying. He's taken to trying to hoard food and water when he anticipates the templars might be coming for Fenris again, but their behavior has gotten more and more erratic in recent months, and the two of them already get so little food and water between them as it is.
His hand smooths up Fenris' back to his side to his shoulder, evaluative. Warmer. That's good.]
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Date: 2014-12-23 03:28 am (UTC)Instinct screams at him to pull himself more firmly away, to retreat from a threat, but after the moment passes and his mind catches up, he only settles back to where he was. He's so tired, and he spent so long running and clawing his way from threats, real and imagined, only to end up exactly where he was trying to get away from in the first place. Compared to that, if Fenris is any kind of threat at all by now, it's a merciful one.]
I don't know that there's any left. Soon.
[His voice is a murmur, thick with interrupted sleep. He hopes he isn't lying. He's taken to trying to hoard food and water when he anticipates the templars might be coming for Fenris again, but their behavior has gotten more and more erratic in recent months, and the two of them already get so little food and water between them as it is.
His hand smooths up Fenris' back to his side to his shoulder, evaluative. Warmer. That's good.]
I suppose I shouldn't ask.