General RP Poacher (Rhys)

[Knight_of_None]

"Don't know, you could be playing a role." He said patiently, his hand shifting the slice to his lips. "Thinking of poison?" He bit the slice. "Suit yourself." He said ashe chewed on it, starting to cut off another peice. "I can only bring the food and drink. If you don't want it, I'll take it."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He sighs softly, shifting forward slightly, watching the food.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Wayne looked to him, seeing him watch as he tore off the next peice...but slowly bit inti it again. Calm. Patient. "Something wrong?" He said "Something yiu want to ask?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He looks up at him slightly, hesitating before huffing. "Fine. I'll play your game." He tilts his head, "May I please have some food?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

His face didn't crack, nor did he seem displeased....he cut into the bread and broke off a peice, a small cut...but held it out. "Open your mouth."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas sighs softly and then opens his mouth.

 

[Knight_of_None]

He flipped the knife, catching it in his other hand and reached out, pushing the bread slowly into Kas's mouth.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas watches, staying still and silent, watching the knife. His face flushed slightly and he flicks his gaze up to the ceiling.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Wayne slid his fingers from his mouth gently, but while he looked uo, Wayne stroked the pretty boys hair. "There we go, a good boy eats from his masters hand" he said

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas looks at him, silent, though his gaze was reproachful.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Or they sit hungry." He said as he lifted his had to cut another peice, and held it out in front of Kas with a closed hand, waiting for him to lean forward or ask again. "Bad boys get the stick."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas leans forward slightly, watching Wayne closely.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Wayne opened his fist, bringing it closer to his lips to eat. "Good."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas stays tense and wary, biting the bread from his hand and then leaning back, pulling the hunk free and chewing his bite, quiet. He pushes another bite into his mouth, finishing off the slice.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Wayne caressed his head gently again,letting him eat, sliding up more funnily Kas would finish it, and seemed to comply with him.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas sighs softly, closing his eyes and relaxing. he watches wayne, quiet and still wary.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Are you thirsty?" He asked gently now, threading his fingers through his hair.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas hums, nodding, "Yes."

 

[Knight_of_None]

As he stroked the pretty boys head, he stood up and took a moment to step away bringing back the alcohol bottle. "Let's try with this hm?" He said as he cracked the top , approaching to handle it up to his lips

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas leans back, turning his face away, "No." He closes his eyes, "That's just going to make me feel worse. I don't even drink Jack Daniels."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Don't have much of an open bar." He said as he held onto his head. "I can get you water. If you trust it."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas stares up at him, gray eyes still wary. He blows out a breath, "Fine. Besides, if you just shove alcohol down my throat, I'll dehydrate."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I thought a cocktail would be fitting for you, given how I found you. If I wasn't me....well. I'm sure you would have found someone else. And they could simply do much more permanent things to you than I would want to." He said simply as he sipped the drink slowly.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas glares slightly, "Just because I enjoy night life, doesn't mean I want the night to last all fucking day."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Running all night is what I do best." He said as he set the bottle aside grabbing the binds around Kas's wrists, pulling them taut, dragging them together as he unhook them from the bed, maintaining a firm hold like he was handling a dog's leash. The poacher unlocked his ankle bids next.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kas winces slightly as the bonds around his wrists are pulled tight. He eyes the man before him, debating for the shortest moment wether he could land a kick, but discards the idea almost immediately. He wasn't stupid.