[Most of the creatures in the castle would have been inclined to eat Hector during or after sex, so he’d wisely kept to himself.
It’s only after Rosaly that he craves the warmth of skin pressed against his, to stave off the loneliness he’d never let himself acknowledge when he’d been at the castle.]
You’re worse than a gossiping old maid. Go to sleep.
[He’d certainly heard the whispers of what Isaac did to his demons at the castle, and he’s pointedly trying to not think of it. The harder he tries to ignore it, the more pervasive the thoughts become. His body remembers the shuddering pleasure of Abel’s tongue, the overpowering sensation of surrendering to Isaac and letting himself be thoroughly used.
His whole body is tense and cold and frustrated, and the relief of sleep refuses to come to him.]
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It’s only after Rosaly that he craves the warmth of skin pressed against his, to stave off the loneliness he’d never let himself acknowledge when he’d been at the castle.]
You’re worse than a gossiping old maid. Go to sleep.
[He’d certainly heard the whispers of what Isaac did to his demons at the castle, and he’s pointedly trying to not think of it. The harder he tries to ignore it, the more pervasive the thoughts become. His body remembers the shuddering pleasure of Abel’s tongue, the overpowering sensation of surrendering to Isaac and letting himself be thoroughly used.
His whole body is tense and cold and frustrated, and the relief of sleep refuses to come to him.]