He growled at Mac and glared impartially at both of his current companions. Mac was lost in the throes hero worship, or something like it anyway, and the kid he'd brought looked suspicious and ready to run at the slightest opportunity. He rather wished the elf would run; then he could get some sleep and all that body heat Mac was selfishly hoarding by paying so much attention to the damn boy would be his.
When the Guardian offered to cut the elf loose, Uldren snorted and just watched, meeting the kid's eyes with a completely blank stare. He'd taken the elf for Mac, so if the man wanted to give away his gift, he could. Of course, he'd never let Mac forget how much trouble he'd gone to for the elf, or how much he'd hurt and been ignored after all that work. The very least the man could have done was give him a kiss! Uldren's eyes followed every nuance as the elf spoke again, gathering from the tone, at least, that the kid thought they were both crazy. He nodded slightly, lips twitching just a hair in something that might have become a smile. It was even odds both he and Mac actually were mad. One had to be to live the lives they did.
Uldren watched as Mac freed the boy, then caught the look the man gave him. He lifted a brow, but a moment later his silent question was answered. He didn't jump, but Uldren did tense, not that anyone was looking at him. It was creepy, watching Mac go so completely still, and he barely managed to get out of the way before the elf scrambled back into the shelter. He hissed softly when the kid trampled his foot, but that was all. He wanted to do more, but lashing out at a scared kid, or punching his lover, wouldn't do anyone any good. He growled again when Mac asked sweetly if everyone was alright, but he didn't push the man away when he sidled closer.
It was cold, and now getting damp, why the hell would he turn away more heat?
His head jerked around when Mac started to spout the same liquid gabble that the elf had. It was one thing to have Ghost translating for Mac and then getting the running translation from Mac himself. Hearing that musical language come out of Mac's mouth was just . . . strange. Distorted and inaccurate as it might be, it still made his skin crawl just a bit. Uldren's eyes narrowed as the elf and his lover spoke; even if he eventually knew what they were saying, it was extremely unsettling to be left out. This had seemed like such a good idea back when he'd been so pissed off at the Guardian . . .
And just what did the elf think they were going to do to him?
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When the Guardian offered to cut the elf loose, Uldren snorted and just watched, meeting the kid's eyes with a completely blank stare. He'd taken the elf for Mac, so if the man wanted to give away his gift, he could. Of course, he'd never let Mac forget how much trouble he'd gone to for the elf, or how much he'd hurt and been ignored after all that work. The very least the man could have done was give him a kiss! Uldren's eyes followed every nuance as the elf spoke again, gathering from the tone, at least, that the kid thought they were both crazy. He nodded slightly, lips twitching just a hair in something that might have become a smile. It was even odds both he and Mac actually were mad. One had to be to live the lives they did.
Uldren watched as Mac freed the boy, then caught the look the man gave him. He lifted a brow, but a moment later his silent question was answered. He didn't jump, but Uldren did tense, not that anyone was looking at him. It was creepy, watching Mac go so completely still, and he barely managed to get out of the way before the elf scrambled back into the shelter. He hissed softly when the kid trampled his foot, but that was all. He wanted to do more, but lashing out at a scared kid, or punching his lover, wouldn't do anyone any good. He growled again when Mac asked sweetly if everyone was alright, but he didn't push the man away when he sidled closer.
It was cold, and now getting damp, why the hell would he turn away more heat?
His head jerked around when Mac started to spout the same liquid gabble that the elf had. It was one thing to have Ghost translating for Mac and then getting the running translation from Mac himself. Hearing that musical language come out of Mac's mouth was just . . . strange. Distorted and inaccurate as it might be, it still made his skin crawl just a bit. Uldren's eyes narrowed as the elf and his lover spoke; even if he eventually knew what they were saying, it was extremely unsettling to be left out. This had seemed like such a good idea back when he'd been so pissed off at the Guardian . . .
And just what did the elf think they were going to do to him?