jida | (no subject)

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.