[Hector reaches with his power to summon his fairy as he struggles against Isaac. He isn't sure which one he tackled, the smoke-tinged, curse-mad Isaac or the bleeding, vulnerable one who wanted to spare his sister and who ventured into danger trusting Hector's words. Maybe there is no difference between the two.
They roll against one another, bucking and thrashing. Hector tries to get his arms around the flailing limbs, to pin Isaac down until he can heal his wounds and calm his rage.
The blade of Isaac's knife carves a line across his chest, ripping fabric and flesh both. It's a blind attack, not nearly as destructive a move as Isaac could make if he actually aimed, this close within Hector's defenses.
Hector cannot block the attack and keep his hold, and something within him cries out not to let go. He has to protect someone. He has to save someone. He has already failed one lover; to let another die is worse than death itself. As long as he keeps Isaac here, in his grasp, that other dark Isaac cannot destroy him.
His fairy's glow -- bright like flame, like a funeral pyre -- appears behind Hector's head, casting the writhing man below him in Hector's shadow.
Heal him he orders his devil, even as the knife comes back around for another stab. He tries to shush Isaac, to sooth him, but the next slice of the blade has him gasping back a ragged sob of breath. His vision, already so strange and blurred, unfocuses.]
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They roll against one another, bucking and thrashing. Hector tries to get his arms around the flailing limbs, to pin Isaac down until he can heal his wounds and calm his rage.
The blade of Isaac's knife carves a line across his chest, ripping fabric and flesh both. It's a blind attack, not nearly as destructive a move as Isaac could make if he actually aimed, this close within Hector's defenses.
Hector cannot block the attack and keep his hold, and something within him cries out not to let go. He has to protect someone. He has to save someone. He has already failed one lover; to let another die is worse than death itself. As long as he keeps Isaac here, in his grasp, that other dark Isaac cannot destroy him.
His fairy's glow -- bright like flame, like a funeral pyre -- appears behind Hector's head, casting the writhing man below him in Hector's shadow.
Heal him he orders his devil, even as the knife comes back around for another stab. He tries to shush Isaac, to sooth him, but the next slice of the blade has him gasping back a ragged sob of breath. His vision, already so strange and blurred, unfocuses.]