[Those hands were grounding and Bren was grateful for the touch as he pulled himself back together, embarrassed at himself for the outburst in front of his rescuer. What must Essek be thinking about him? He was breathing now, at a more regular pace. At the reassurance, a faint smile pulled at his lips, relieved. It was good then, that Lord Thelyss didn't think him mad, wasn't going to turn him out of the manor.
When that name was repeated back to him though, he went entirely stiff beneath Essek's touch. Oh, oh he shouldn't have said that, should he have? Except no, his host deserved to know, especially because Trent Ikithon was a dangerous man, one who would not hesitate to strike out at someone innocent in the way of what he wanted.
He still hesitated at the question, curious about the tone in that usually melodic, lilting voice, not entirely sure what it meant. It sounded dangerous though.]
I... yes. [A slight nod, the words hard to get out as if something in him was still frightened that Trent would hear, would know.]
It's... I think it's been a few years. He kept me, but he let his guard down. I escaped and--
[This was when realization rammed into Brent like a shockwave.]
He'll come after me. If he finds me here... he's dangerous. He's so dangerous. I'll be putting you in danger. I already am. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to go.
[The words were pouring out of him now, in a frantic rush. But the idea of Essek being hurt because of him makes something in him feel deathly cold, a leaden weight in his stomach. No, he won't be the one to bring harm to this man, his rescuer, his mate-- Wait. That one had just snuck in there, but no, it felt right somehow.]
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Date: 2023-03-22 07:32 am (UTC)When that name was repeated back to him though, he went entirely stiff beneath Essek's touch. Oh, oh he shouldn't have said that, should he have? Except no, his host deserved to know, especially because Trent Ikithon was a dangerous man, one who would not hesitate to strike out at someone innocent in the way of what he wanted.
He still hesitated at the question, curious about the tone in that usually melodic, lilting voice, not entirely sure what it meant. It sounded dangerous though.]
I... yes. [A slight nod, the words hard to get out as if something in him was still frightened that Trent would hear, would know.]
It's... I think it's been a few years. He kept me, but he let his guard down. I escaped and--
[This was when realization rammed into Brent like a shockwave.]
He'll come after me. If he finds me here... he's dangerous. He's so dangerous. I'll be putting you in danger. I already am. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to go.
[The words were pouring out of him now, in a frantic rush. But the idea of Essek being hurt because of him makes something in him feel deathly cold, a leaden weight in his stomach. No, he won't be the one to bring harm to this man, his rescuer, his mate-- Wait. That one had just snuck in there, but no, it felt right somehow.]