#captivehenry

it’s  just  as  well,  he  expected  to  find  henry  in  his  cell  even  during  free  time.  there  is  an  inaudible  sigh---  he  feels  for  the  other  rougarou  he  really  does.  he  carries  the  bag  of  venison  he’d  cooked  earlier,  only  a  little  bit,  he’d  eaten  most  if  after  and  well  on  the  way  there  ;  he  really  couldn’t  help  it.  “hi,”  he  says  not  wanting  to  startle  the  other  to  make  sure  he  was  aware  that  raphael  was  there.  he  plops  himself  down  next  to  him,  handing  the  bag  over,  “I  had  some  left  over,  and  I  was  going  to  eat  it  for  dinner,  but  I  decided  to  bring  it  for  you.”  giving  a  small  laugh.  “dig  in,”

it wasn’t often that ayda took time away from the Cavae, from her office. It was an even more rare occurrence that she opted to leave town, even for just a few days. things tended to pile up. on the way back to her office, the dragon opted to take the detour through the cells, to take stock of the new shipments. the new faces filling empty spaces. fingers dragged along bars, reveled in the feel of metal against her skin before she came to a pause before a cell.

“Stand. Tell me your name.”