[His hand squeezes tighter, Hector’s pulse bounding under his thumb. Isaac can feel his own in his cock, harder and heavier.]
You were warned! [He snarls through his teeth, determined to hang on for as long as he can stand. But even as his eyes water up, he realizes that it shouldn’t be this easy. That this isn’t half of what Hector is capable of. He has proof of it across his body where he left wounds to heal unaided and scars now mark their place.
But if this is all Hector's willing to give, then maybe, just maybe, he deserves to die for what he has let himself become. And Isaac won’t pretend, while his hearing fuzzes and a numb buzzing fills his skull, that he doesn’t still feel an ugly thrill at the thought of ending a life. Not just any, but his. Getting to watch Hector's eyes go glassy and dark as he struggles, and fails.
Then something snaps through him, waking him with a start. And the moment is over. Isaac blinks and releases him with a shove, panting. His lip curls.] You pathetic excuse for a Forgemaster...!
[Hector's breath rattles as Isaac releases his throat, pushing him backwards to distance their two gasping mouths.]
Yet... you didn't see it through.
[Damn it, Isaac, either fuck Hector or knock him unconscious, he's not picky at this point. His tone is accusatory. For all they dance around one another, fighting and arguing and orbiting one another like celestial bodies, they never manage to end one another. It's like they both know they cannot exist without their counterpart, no matter how they deny it.]
Fuck it. [He untangles himself from Isaac and crawls toward the nearest half-empty bottle he's left strewn around the room.] 'm not drunk enough for this.
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You were warned! [He snarls through his teeth, determined to hang on for as long as he can stand. But even as his eyes water up, he realizes that it shouldn’t be this easy. That this isn’t half of what Hector is capable of. He has proof of it across his body where he left wounds to heal unaided and scars now mark their place.
But if this is all Hector's willing to give, then maybe, just maybe, he deserves to die for what he has let himself become. And Isaac won’t pretend, while his hearing fuzzes and a numb buzzing fills his skull, that he doesn’t still feel an ugly thrill at the thought of ending a life. Not just any, but his. Getting to watch Hector's eyes go glassy and dark as he struggles, and fails.
Then something snaps through him, waking him with a start. And the moment is over. Isaac blinks and releases him with a shove, panting. His lip curls.] You pathetic excuse for a Forgemaster...!
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Yet... you didn't see it through.
[Damn it, Isaac, either fuck Hector or knock him unconscious, he's not picky at this point. His tone is accusatory. For all they dance around one another, fighting and arguing and orbiting one another like celestial bodies, they never manage to end one another. It's like they both know they cannot exist without their counterpart, no matter how they deny it.]
Fuck it. [He untangles himself from Isaac and crawls toward the nearest half-empty bottle he's left strewn around the room.] 'm not drunk enough for this.