[He looks away to stare sullenly into the bath, at the pale islands of his knees, offering neither a yes or a no to Hector who isn't challenging him, who isn't pushing like he has before. It's this soft-spoken Hector he thinks he trusts the least.
In all the ways he has changed and magic has changed him, he's still human in ways he can't shake. He still yearns for a meaningful place in the world, for a sense of belonging somewhere, even if somewhere only means being welcomed between someone's legs, wanted for just a moment. He still yearns for company: wanting to sweep his hands over skin and raise goosebumps on command and feel his own tingle, alive; wants to pull moans from willing and unwilling throats, wants to bury himself into someone and leave a part of himself inside. The reason demons were here in his tower, where Hector stands now, is because Hector wasn't.
But this he doesn't try to explain. He doesn't know where he'd start if he meant to and doesn't like the way thinking of Hector and the last time they lay together still makes something twists in his gut. When he opens his mouth again, it's easier just to slip around the question and counter with one of his own.
Leveling Hector a look through the gauzy steam:]
Is it jealousy that compels you to judge me?
[It's less a question seeking understanding and more of one seeking confirmation.]
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In all the ways he has changed and magic has changed him, he's still human in ways he can't shake. He still yearns for a meaningful place in the world, for a sense of belonging somewhere, even if somewhere only means being welcomed between someone's legs, wanted for just a moment. He still yearns for company: wanting to sweep his hands over skin and raise goosebumps on command and feel his own tingle, alive; wants to pull moans from willing and unwilling throats, wants to bury himself into someone and leave a part of himself inside. The reason demons were here in his tower, where Hector stands now, is because Hector wasn't.
But this he doesn't try to explain. He doesn't know where he'd start if he meant to and doesn't like the way thinking of Hector and the last time they lay together still makes something twists in his gut. When he opens his mouth again, it's easier just to slip around the question and counter with one of his own.
Leveling Hector a look through the gauzy steam:]
Is it jealousy that compels you to judge me?
[It's less a question seeking understanding and more of one seeking confirmation.]