[A long soak in the icy water of the pond freezes Hector's fury into numbness. He scrubs away every trace of Isaac from himself, inside and out. The fairy heals the torn skin on his hips and the welt forming on his forehead, and he puts an extraordinary amount of energy into healing the stab wounds until not even a scar remains.
The next time Isaac sees his bared chest --if he sees it at all, and Hector isn't planning on stripping for him again-- he will see that he has left no mark on Hector at all.
He finally wades back out of the pool when he looses feeling in his fingers and toes, and he lays out on the rocks to dry as the sun rises.
This is all his own fault. Hector should never have given in to his carnal desires. No more. Hector will take his satisfaction into his own hands, and rely on no on else from now on. It is what he should have done after Rosaly's death. Isaac can find some other warm body, if anyone else can stand to be around him long enough to finish the job.
Hector feels the feeble warmth of the rising sun, but he does not thaw. Future plans...where will he head now. Not back to Julia, except maybe to collect his belongings. That door, he closed the moment he fucked her brother. But having his weapons and supplies would be helpful.
He must find and rejoin Isaac eventually. Hector had let him live, and the lives that Isaac takes from now on will be on Hector's hands as well as his own. Hector has no purpose in life now, except to try to temper Isaac's darker impulses and make sure he does not wreck havoc on the common folk. It is Hector's penance and Isaac's punishment.
When he is dry enough to dress, Hector pulls on his pants and returns to the claim. That Isaac has left is no surprise. Hector gathers up the rest of his possessions and packs them up. The vague awareness he has of Isaac's presence feels like it is not too far off from Hector's chosen path, so he starts off that way.]
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The next time Isaac sees his bared chest --if he sees it at all, and Hector isn't planning on stripping for him again-- he will see that he has left no mark on Hector at all.
He finally wades back out of the pool when he looses feeling in his fingers and toes, and he lays out on the rocks to dry as the sun rises.
This is all his own fault. Hector should never have given in to his carnal desires. No more. Hector will take his satisfaction into his own hands, and rely on no on else from now on. It is what he should have done after Rosaly's death. Isaac can find some other warm body, if anyone else can stand to be around him long enough to finish the job.
Hector feels the feeble warmth of the rising sun, but he does not thaw. Future plans...where will he head now. Not back to Julia, except maybe to collect his belongings. That door, he closed the moment he fucked her brother. But having his weapons and supplies would be helpful.
He must find and rejoin Isaac eventually. Hector had let him live, and the lives that Isaac takes from now on will be on Hector's hands as well as his own. Hector has no purpose in life now, except to try to temper Isaac's darker impulses and make sure he does not wreck havoc on the common folk. It is Hector's penance and Isaac's punishment.
When he is dry enough to dress, Hector pulls on his pants and returns to the claim. That Isaac has left is no surprise. Hector gathers up the rest of his possessions and packs them up. The vague awareness he has of Isaac's presence feels like it is not too far off from Hector's chosen path, so he starts off that way.]