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Plenty of people might think that Waver is lucky to be so light, since it makes it that much easier for Iskandar to pick him up when they need to haul ass. As strong as Iskandar is, however, can only think that Waver would benefit from being less of a noodle. Still, it does make him easier to manage, especially when there are chains and restraints and other pesky dangling things to worry about.

So when the fight is over (it takes longer and more energy than Iskandar would have liked, leaving even him feeling a little tired and sore and Waver probably feeling a bit like he got hit by a truck) and it's time to leave, Iskandar simply picks up Waver like he always does, barely even slowing as he passes. He's not sure if anyone else will be chasing them and he's not about to stick around to find out. There's nothing wrong with a fight where you're disadvantaged, but when even winning doesn't have any merit there's not much point in lingering.

They get home without any trouble, at least, which is probably obvious in the way Iskandar slows down and dismounts. Still, with Waver stuck in a blindfold Iskandar elects to speak up as he reaches up to lift him and set him on the ground.

"We're here."

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Waver is among those who would consider himself lucky -- at least in this instance -- to be convenient enough to carry, since he's sure he couldn't stand right now even if he'd wanted to. He'd spent nearly half the fight on his knees already, and makes no move to even try to carry his own weight when it's finally over, leaning heavily into Iskandar's arms while they ride.

His heavy breathing at least has finally steadied out by the time they stop, wheezing uncomfortably past the holes in the ball gag holding his jaw open. It had been the last thing the enemy had managed to hit him with, a last-ditch attempt to weaken them more before Iskandar took them down, but it aches already. Then again, so does the rest of him.

When Iskandar picks him up again, Waver leans into him with a small, whining noise. He doesn't really want to be set down anywhere but on a bed. His legs are free, but they feel weak, and his arms are bound with what appear to be rows of leather straps behind him. He doesn't make any attempt to walk.

As much as Waver tends to fuss about being manhandled, it really isn't a surprise that he's refusing to move now. Iskandar can't exactly blame him, so he doesn't. After a moment Iskandar simply scoops him up again, taking care to balance him in a sort of sitting position in his arm rather than just hefting him over his shoulder.

There's movement, the sound of doors opening and closing, and when Waver is set down again it is on the bed. The ultimate goal here is to get all of the bindings off of Waver and give them both a chance to recharge, but the first order of business is making sure he's not actually hurt. So to that end he slides his hands into Waver's hair, easing his fingers over his scalp and checking for cuts and bumps. As usual, he's gentler than most people would expect.

He does huff a little when his fingers pass over the fastenings on the gag and blindfold, but a short tug on each tells him they're not coming loose yet. All the more reason to keep checking (petting) Waver for the moment.

Edited 2018-03-10 05:11 (UTC)

Thankfully, Iskandar gets the hint and picks him back up; Waver takes the opportunity to lean against him again, snuggling into Iskandar's broad chest while he's carried, eyes closed behind the leather mask and body mostly just dead weight in his Fighter's arms until he's finally set down on the bed.

Waver sinks into the mattress with a tiny whimper, turning over onto his side to keep from pinning his arms beneath his body if he lies on his back. The soft, exploratory touches seem welcome. He tips his head up, pressing into the petting a little desperately. His knees draw up a bit, body curling up on the bed with his arms still pulled behind him, the heavy collar around his throat like a weight dragging him down still even if it's only lingering spellwork interfering with his own mana.

His breathing is thin and loud behind the gag, ragged gasps catching around the obstruction. It may be only a magical construct, but it feels very real to someone like him, with magical aptitude high enough to be a mage, and just as susceptible to the effects of bindings like this. It will take some time for the enemy's mana constructs to fully dissipate.

But despite the pathetic little whining noises he keeps making while Iskandar checks him over for physical injuries, Waver seems unhurt, save for a few minor scrapes on his arms and maybe faintly bruised knees.

He just keeps nuzzling into the petting like a small, affection-starved animal. Saliva coats the gag, damp along his lower lip and sliding from the holes lewdly down his chin, onto the pillow beneath his cheek. He's still trembling faintly with fading adrenaline.

Waver might opt to flop over, but as soon as Iskandar is sure he's not injured he decides that there are much better positions for him to be in. He slides his arms underneath Waver and hefts him up (as much as one can 'heft' someone that feels practically weightless) only to settle him upright in his lap a moment later - though he does at least give Waver the option of leaning against him, again.

And now that he's in a better position for it, Iskandar's touches less exploratory and more soothing. He slips one hand under Waver's chin, splaying his fingers out his fingers against his throat and smoothing his thumb over Waver's cheek. He settles his other hand on his thigh but just leaves it there for the moment, steadying him rather than exploring any further for now. He cannot (much to his frustration) kiss Waver properly with the gag in the way, so he settles for nuzzling down against his neck and ear instead. He wouldn't have minded so much if he were the one who put these on Waver, but since he isn't he can only see them as obstacles.

He's easy enough to move around. Waver sits up with only a little grumbling, and settles himself again to leaning into Iskandar, nuzzling into the rough palm cupping his jaw. He'll tip his head to the side to allow Iskandar more room at his throat when he leans down, shivering when Iskandar's beard tickles. The gag is frustrating for him too, not to mention embarrassing. He tries to hide a little, tucking his face into Iskandar's shoulder and squirming forward, tucked right up close against his body.

Ah, that's sort of... cute? Maybe it shouldn't be cute, but it's cute, and there's not stopping the faint smile that comes in response. Iskandar lets him 'hide' as much as he wants, moving his hand up to ruffle through Waver's hair again, not quite rough but more playful this time around. Now that a lack of immediate danger has been confirmed, Iskandar is sure he'll be fine.

Which means he can stop being quite so delicate, which is nice because being delicate definitely doesn't suit him. He keeps his attention on Waver's throat but this time he gives him a short, rough nip. The hand on Waver's thigh slides up, Iskandar wiggling his way under Waver's shirt so that he can brush his calloused fingers over his smooth skin.

The pinch of teeth at the delicate skin beneath his jaw makes Waver start and gasp sharply around the gag. The noise he lets out this time is less pathetic, more annoyed, a muffled growl or maybe a groan. Still, he arches into Iskandar's hand as it slides beneath his shirt. They do need to get the bindings off, and he's utterly drained-- which also means he's exhausted, but he can't rest yet. The result is as frustrating and embarrassing as the bindings themselves, and Waver pushes his face against Iskandar's shoulder more firmly, petulant.

Edited (belatedly noticed a typo, whoops) 2018-05-13 09:00 (UTC)