[Isaac hisses, still so wired and helpless but to wait for the shock to ease off, wait for the moment the past lets go and he can breathe, really breathe, again.
Through the half-panic whirling through him, he does realize that Hector hasn't really moved, his hand at rest, making no demands of him. Hector never was a conqueror. But what Hector is in this moment, curved into his trembling back, quiet and warm and shushing him, is beyond him. The part of Isaac that isn't caught between bristling and wanting to jump out of his own skin would laugh a sick, sad laugh. If only he could.
Come morning, when the harsh light of day would touch down and lay their choices bare, he's sure Hector will remember Rosaly and his betrayal in fraternizing with the enemy, and in silence they'd work to forget that Hector ever dared to lay a kiss on his lips and make him feel like there was one thing still right with the world, at least for a little while.
They're both mistakes, and history would suggest that two wrongs never make a right.
But for now, for now, they're just sleeping.
And eventually, broken and folding under the strain of being on edge for so long, Isaac fades, fades, his body finally softening into Hector's chest.]
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[Isaac hisses, still so wired and helpless but to wait for the shock to ease off, wait for the moment the past lets go and he can breathe, really breathe, again.
Through the half-panic whirling through him, he does realize that Hector hasn't really moved, his hand at rest, making no demands of him. Hector never was a conqueror. But what Hector is in this moment, curved into his trembling back, quiet and warm and shushing him, is beyond him. The part of Isaac that isn't caught between bristling and wanting to jump out of his own skin would laugh a sick, sad laugh. If only he could.
Come morning, when the harsh light of day would touch down and lay their choices bare, he's sure Hector will remember Rosaly and his betrayal in fraternizing with the enemy, and in silence they'd work to forget that Hector ever dared to lay a kiss on his lips and make him feel like there was one thing still right with the world, at least for a little while.
They're both mistakes, and history would suggest that two wrongs never make a right.
But for now, for now, they're just sleeping.
And eventually, broken and folding under the strain of being on edge for so long, Isaac fades, fades, his body finally softening into Hector's chest.]