| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: one swear word, PG Part 7: ~the eyes are the windows to your soul~ /oh fuck/ Zesian thought, he stumbled backwards in shock landing on his ass his right hand going into the blood stained water spilling it everywhere, it, soaking into his light kimono. He looked at the other man who peered at him; his eyes looking bemused but underneath lay confusion and more clearly pain. Moving forwards slowly so not to scare the man, he knelt next to him trailing a finger past his eyes delighted when the gaze followed them. At least the other man wasn't concussed. Slowly he leant over the man pulling a flask of water from the table to his right. Unscrewing the cap he offered it to the man who looked away shutting his lips tightly. /damn it/ Zesian thought, he couldn't talk to the man so he had to think of a way to earn his trust. Cupping the mans cheek he pulled the face slowly to look at him. When their gazes were matched he drank some of the water and again offered it to the man, hoping that by him drinking it the other man would trust him enough to do so himself. Blinking slowly the priest opened his mouth and accepted the water a sigh coming from him as the cool water ran down his throat quenching his thirst. He moved his face again to show the other man he was finished then let his eyelids droop, blinking once before closing. Zesian waited for some moments before concluding the other man was again asleep and moved away back to where the meat was cooking on the fire. Taking it off he let it cool whilst mopping up the spilt water, before changing his now soaked clothing. After changing he cut the meat up eating it with bread he had brought. The garden at the back of the cabin was sufficient enough for food and he would get planting the next day. Until then he would eat what he had brought in the town. Saving some of the meat for the other man he settled in next to a wall opposite the sleeping man, pulling a furred blanket with him. After watching him for some moments he closed his eyes, drifting off to the sound of the crackling fire and the soft breaths of the other man. |