“Blair?” He repeated the name softly. “I’m Trenton, but I guess you already know my name…” He sighed. “Why did you pick me to spare? Out of everyone, I mean. You could’ve killed me.”
"Well, first off, you were the only kind one, it helps that you're cute." Blair added with a wicked smirk.
“Wh-What?” Trent’s face turned red. “Blair—what?” He repeated dumbly, hiding his face.
"I won't take it back, you're cute." Blair said, sticking his nose in the air.
“So what makes me different from an attractive peasant boy? Don’t titles not matter to you, being an immortal whatever.” Trent gave up on trying to sound royal, starting to accept he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
"Meh, you're smart, which pretty people usually aren't. And you were the one that came after me, making you as good as anyone." Blair shruged.
Trent seemed a little confused by this reasoning. “I don’t know if I should hate you or be grateful.” He mumbled, stroking the cat’s fur.
"Probably a little it of both, I did just trap you here anyhow."
“You’re going to let me out at some point, right?” Trent looked over at Blair, pouting a bit.
"Perhaps." Was all Blair said, making a silly face that looked offended that Trent would even ask.
“Could you give me your blanket for now? I’m cold.” Trent changed topics, trying to smooth out his messy hair. “I need clean clothes too. And a shower. Breakfast would be nice as well.”
"Oh right, basic hygiene, hadn't heard of her in a while… Sure! You can wash up in the spring, I could probably find some clothes…"
“There are eels in the spring! And I drink out of the spring! No way.” Trent glared defiantly at Blair.
"I'll tell the eels to stay away from you." Blair said breezily, not planning on peeking in and seeing Trenton shirtless, no, not at all.
“Any chance I could convince you to fly back to the castle and fetch my cologne for me? My comb too? And a fluffy towel along with my clothes?” Trent knew he was pushing his luck, but he needed to see how far he could push Blair’s limits.
"Nah, you don't need that stuff. I have some towels in the guest room's closet. Plus, if I went to the castle I would probably be shot on sight."
“I absolutely need that stuff! My hair is an ugodly disaster and if I start wearing your clothes I’m going to smell like you.” He wrinkled his nose up in disgust, although now that he was saying it out loud, the idea was actually growing appealing. He ignored the thought and shoved down the warm feeling stirring in his chest,
"First off, your hair is adorable," Blair said, holding up a finger. "And two, I'm not going to go to the castle to get unnecessary items."
Trent realized he wasn’t going to get what he wanted at the moment. Despite it being completely against his nature to quit an argument, he knew he might as well trying punching through the shadows blocking his escape at this rate. “Whatever.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He gently moved Scruffles off his lap, heading straight for the water. “Do you at least have soap I can use?”
"Hell yeah, I have lavender, that's a smell you like right? You seem like a lavender guy." Blair said before disappearing behind a corner and coming back with a purple soap.
“A lavender guy?” Trenton rolled his eyes, attempting to deny that he was definitely a lavender guy. “Clothes and a towel then. If your clothes even fit me.” The prince looked Blair up and down, noting he had a much stockier build than the demon.
"Well, I wear a lot of oversized thing, so something has got to fit you." Blair purred, handing him a large dark green towel.
“If you say so.” Trent sighed. “Go ahead and pick something out for me.” He waved hhs arm dismissively in Blair’s direction. “You can set it by the door. I’m assuming you’re going hunting, right?”
"Er, sure… I was just going to make a pie or something… I have berries and ingredients…" Blair muttered, already knowing that he was going to get Trent the most adorable sweater he owned.
“Sounds delicious.” Trent replied absentmindedly, starting to peel off his shirt. A large scar sliced across his abdomen. If one were to look closely they’d be be to see the prince’s ribs were protruding from his side, and his skin was paler than it should have been.
Blair came back into the room for a second to ask a question. "Do you like blueberries or cranberries… Holly Hell are you okay! You look sick! Who gave you that scar!" He exclaimed, cutting himself off.
Trent tensed up at Blair’s sudden yelling. “I look ill because someone stole the light away from my kingdom. I’ve been giving my food to the servants and eating one meal a day for the past…” He trailed off, realising he couldn’t even keep track of time anymore. “Since this all started. The scar is from a hunting accident. Technically my father gave it to me.” He traced the scar with his thumb, sighing a little.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold up. How did a hunting accident and also your father give you the scar? Actually, come here. I'm going to give you food right now."
“Blair, I’m fine. Can you leave so I can get clean?” The prince sighed in exasperation, gesturing to the spring. “I’ll be fast, I promise. You can interrogate me after.”
"But, but, but, but…" Blair muttered, in this moment looking like a kicked puppy who was left out in the rain. "Okay…" He gave in, turning around.
