“I’m fine.” Trenton insisted, recoiling backwards. The suddenly movement set him off balance again. The prince yelped in pain as he accidentally put pressure on his foot. “Stay back!” He yelled, his teeth gritted. He reached for his sword, only realize he had lost it. A look of sheer dread formed on his face.
"Would you like me to knock you out and then heal you? Becuase that's the only other option I'm giving you." Blair seethed, why wouldn't this idiot just let him heal the damn foot. "And I have a knock out poison, it's always ready."
“Do not poison me! Do not come remotely near me! I will not hesitate nor do I have reservations about killing you on the spot for what you’ve done.” Trenton hissed, attempting to look intimidating.
"Hm, yup. Seems like getting knocked out is the option you chose. Nighty night Trenton." Blair cooed, bounding over and touching him with a finger, a bit of sleeping poison being injected into Trenton's blood stream.
Trenton recoiled back from Blair’s touch, slamming his back into the wall with a pained whimper. For a moment he stared at Blair, his eyes filled with unbridled terror before he suddenly went limp, slumping over.
"Now I have to fix your head too. mortals, idiotic mortals." Blair exclaimed, picking up Trenton with no problem and setting him down on a stone that was jutting out of the wall. He grabbed the bandages and wrapped his foot.
Trent quietly groaned in his sleep, a soft whimper escaping his lips.
"Ugh, why am I helping you again?" Blair muttered, rolling his eyes as he waited for the mortal to wake.
Trenton awoke several minutes later. He’d never been a morning person in any sense of the word, and appeared groggy and disoriented as he yawned and stretched.
"Hello person that just loves bothering me." Blair said with a wave, sitting in his chair reading a large book.
“What?” Trent looked around, suddenly realizing where he was. “What did you do to me?!” He tried to scramble to his feet and winced in pain.
"I knocked you out and healed your foot. The one you ho so idiotically injured while trying to run after me." Blair clarified, crossing his arms.
“You had no right to do that without my permission.” Trent pushed himself into a sitting position.
"You had no right to run after me and come into my home uninvited." He retorted, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.
“I’m the prince. I have every right to go anywhere I please.” Trent glared at Blair, trying not to be appear intimidated. “And you had no right to steal the light from the sky!”
"No, you," Blair said, Spearmint getting flashbacks to when they made him and Lydia say this to each other for two pages on the Percy Jackson rp.
Trent scanned his surroundings, unfortunately not as willing to fight as Lydia was for those two pages. Using the stone walls of the cave, he hefted himself to his feet. “You will regret the day you ever chose to commit crime against me and my people.” He announced dramatically, his eyes narrowed. And with that he started to limp towards the entrance of the cave with full intentions of finding his way back to the castle in the darkness and gathering an army of some sort.
"Mhm… You're not going anywhere." Blair muttered that last part after summoning a wall of shadows to block the exit of his cave. "You know where I live now and I would rather not have an army destroy my home, thank you very much."
“You cannot keep me trapped here!” Trent was furious at being turned into the equivalent of a damsel in distress. “I have a family and a kingdom to protect. They need me!” He protested, trying to force his way through the darkness.
"Hm, you should have thought about that before you came into my home and declared you were vanquishing me." Blair sassed, setting down his book and putting his hands back on his hips.
“You are a foul rejection of creation.” Trent hissed, limboing over to Blair. The prince was absolutely furious at being trapped here. Was he dumb enough to try and strangle an immortal demon while his foot was sprained? Of course not. He was only dumb enough to try and punch an immortal demon while his foot was sprained.
"You're an idiot." Blair said, letting the punch go right through the shadows that currently made up his body. "I'm in my shadow form, dude."
“I demand you release me!” Trent jabbed a finger around where Blair’s chest would be, swatting furiously at the shadows. “My father will send soldiers to retrieve me soon and when they come you will suffer.”
(Hey! Haven’t seen you around too much today, so I hope everything’s alright! 💖)
Blair pursed his lips. "I'm immortal, dumbass, do I have to spell it out for you again?" He growled, his nose wrinkled.
“Being immortal doesn’t mean you can imprison me like some… some hound!” Trenton argued, standing on his toes to try and discreetly match Blair’s height.
"Shove it, pretty boy." Blair said, patting the smaller boy's head and smirking down at him. "And I wouldn't say you're a hound, more like a poodle. K, short stuff?"
Trent, who would never admit to liking the feeling of Blair’s fingers in his hair, glared furiously at the demon. His face was red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment that combined to create the flustered mess of a prince. “A poodle? I— You can’t keep me here!” His voice cracked a little towards the end of the sentence.
"Yeah! A poodle, you're posh, loud, ya know! Maybe a little yip-yap dog becuase you're so small." Blair cooed, patting the princes head again.
Trent’s face grew a brighter shade of red. “I’m not your dog!” He insisted, his fists balled up in frustration. “We’re mortal enemies! We should be fighting to the death! I’m honor bound to do so!”
