I will hold you to that. [Hector declares into the night air. He slides out of bed, and sees Isaac's shadowy form usurp his spot in the furs. He should be angry about it, but even as he shivers, it feels like a victory. Isaac is in his bed, warm and at ease, and it is Hector's doing.
He holds in a hiss as bare feet touch stone floor. He cheats a little at the task, and calls upon one of his fairies to race ahead and bring a new bottle. He meets the creature halfway, its speed greatly hindered when burdened with the wine.
Even with the journey halved, his toes feel like ice blocks by the time he returns to his bed, bottle in hand.]
You would have made quite the spoiled lordling in another life. [He says, but fondly, as he nudges Isaac to make room for him.]
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He holds in a hiss as bare feet touch stone floor. He cheats a little at the task, and calls upon one of his fairies to race ahead and bring a new bottle. He meets the creature halfway, its speed greatly hindered when burdened with the wine.
Even with the journey halved, his toes feel like ice blocks by the time he returns to his bed, bottle in hand.]
You would have made quite the spoiled lordling in another life. [He says, but fondly, as he nudges Isaac to make room for him.]