James is numb. He's really too tall to stay sat like this for so long, in such a confined space, but it's either this or a tree, or death. He'd take numbness over the other options, and shifts when he can. Despite all the movement, the little noises in his sleep, Horatio's head is still resting against him. James doesn't have the heart to try and move him off, and as some of his movements are quite sudden, he'd rather not let him rest his head against the cave wall. He'll brain himself against the rough wall, and James is not about to let that happen.
The canon fire is distant, muffled by the wind and the rustle of the trees and the walls of their hideaway. It's not peaceful, but it is quiet, and for that James is thankful. It means if someone approaches them, he can hear it. He expects most people have bedded down now- it's dangerous to try and find your way in the dark in the arena, and best only to move if you have to.
He's not expecting anything to really happen until the morning.
He's also not expecting anything more than soft noises and movement from Horatio, so when the scream comes it makes James jump- not a great thing for a tall boy to do in a cave. Biting back a curse, James' hand goes to the top of his head, his other hand on Horatio's elbow.
"It's alright, it's alright." He says, glancing out the cave mouth into the darkness. There's silvery smoke in the distance, some sort of explosion or fire he supposes, but that's not pressing. Horatio is his concern.
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Date: 2017-09-14 05:28 pm (UTC)The canon fire is distant, muffled by the wind and the rustle of the trees and the walls of their hideaway. It's not peaceful, but it is quiet, and for that James is thankful. It means if someone approaches them, he can hear it. He expects most people have bedded down now- it's dangerous to try and find your way in the dark in the arena, and best only to move if you have to.
He's not expecting anything to really happen until the morning.
He's also not expecting anything more than soft noises and movement from Horatio, so when the scream comes it makes James jump- not a great thing for a tall boy to do in a cave. Biting back a curse, James' hand goes to the top of his head, his other hand on Horatio's elbow.
"It's alright, it's alright." He says, glancing out the cave mouth into the darkness. There's silvery smoke in the distance, some sort of explosion or fire he supposes, but that's not pressing. Horatio is his concern.