1. Hector

    Open None to point

    "Shit,"he hissed through his teeth. "Skykiller, give me the boy." Hector, turned toward the older woman. Heaved Andy up onto his shoudlers with a grunt, and passed him off, best he could. Trusted her with the youth who had believed so much in him. "Take care of him," he gave. Turned...
  2. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Hector grabbed Willard by the shoulder. "Orders are, rest, Syr Willard," Hector squeezed. Pulled his brother back and turned him towards the village. Pointed with free hand. "So you go and rest," slapped him on the back, right between the shoulders with a thump. "Then stay in twos, come on, can...
  3. Hector

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    "Oh, fuck that!" Edwynna hopped down from her perch, and ripped the barricade apart, bit by clawing bit. "Hector!" she cried out. Tossed down one last piece of of splintered wood. yanked open the door. Snarled at the crowd, still gawking at the revenant. She saw the big bitch dive into the...
  4. Hector

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    Eyes followed the lines of the illustrated motions. Back and forth, back and forth. Mouth slightly agape as he flipped the page of Illustrations of the Intimate and Irrepressible Desires by Master Penwillow. "What forms," he found himself saying, words so heavy on the tongue they pushed out...
  5. Hector

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    Behind the gathered crowd, Hector grit his teeth. Eyes flit to the storehouse, back to the crowd. Heart hammered hard. Mind too spent. Too strained and full of smoke and ash smelled so sickly sweet. Limbs tired from work and murder. Foot slipped in the mud, and he would have fallen weren't for...
  6. Hector

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    Hector hissed. Blood set to hot boil. Mind awake enough to know what he heard. Fuck his guilt, he had to get to Edwynna. "Fucking shitting whoreson!" Edwynna said through a half crazed laugh. The stench of it all filling the room through the door. "Roll around in your shit then, you...
  7. Hector

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    Hector watched. Quiet that fell around them, quiet that was filled. With their sorrows. With wishes and curses. Choking back tears. Shook as sufferings raked cold across a person as the flames crackled. Hissed. Bodies stiff. Bodies embraced. Kith and kin. And even Lelum who most people...
  8. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Hector listened. Judgement only in the twist of lips and scrunch of brow. Personal business. But, he would hold his tongue. He could hear it on the younger man. Raw and red as that cherry on his cheek. "No, not the wisest by any measure," is all he would say. Easy and with a laugh lifted...
  9. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "A likely story," Hector said with a laugh. Strides easy. A shake of the head at the bit about his hair. "Eight above, couldn't have that," he said with a run of fingers over the top of his do. "None would be weepin more than me," he chuffed. Eyes set ahead slid sidelong to regard his brother...
  10. Hector

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    The sled was heavy. But pulling was natural work. Load the damn thing up enough for the pyres, and pull. Helped that others pulled with him. Helped that he pulled with them. Ropes and harnesses taught against them as they trudged. They had stared daggers at him first. One near clocked him...
  11. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "Mothers affection, aye?" he let the words trail in the air. Slow nod. "Well, hope you at least earned it then," a shove on the shoulder as they turned to move, half clasped about the loaded up dawnling with a long arm. "Baths, now that's new," he played along, all tooth and tongue. "Bit of...
  12. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Clasped and shook about the forearm, pulled in closer and braced about the back in bump of shoulder and heavy lops of affection. "Your brother's luck be yours then, Billard of Blue Bay," A thing all close and squeeze, too old to care for any matter of proper. A pause, fingers grasped about...
  13. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    A sharp whistle, not too far off. "That a ghost?!" too glad to see him. "Yo Billard!" Came Hector's call from across the way.
  14. Hector

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    "People always die, Andy," Hector's voice smoked as his hands shook beneath the weight of a rag. Core spent. Spine bent. He pulled the cloth against his hands, ragged. Let it fall, and tried to work himself up from Ser D'aramond's side. Felt his arm shake fierce as the focus of work faded from...
  15. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Hector braced the scout with a sure hand clasped against his shoulder. "Eyes up, Syr," he gave him a nod. Too much left doing to give into such doubts now. "You did well to return as you did," gave the Dawnling he'd grown up alongside a shake. "Whole and in one piece as you are," let his hand...
  16. Hector

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    A push. void of all the iron there just minutes ago. His eyes still on hers. Quiet as her hand slipped in an odd slump. He let his hand fall from the quickened pulse at her neck, grabbed up her wrist in his broad and calloused hands. No strangers to handling with care, they turned her hand...
  17. Hector

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    A shrug. "Suit yourself," the rope was set aside. Though the pout on her face kept the hint of his smile crooked on his lip. Breath kept steady. Hands that wanted to tremble, went sure with the plunge of taloned point. Through the skin with fingers on one end, pulled through the other with the...
  18. Hector

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    A grip like a vice clamped down on Hector's wrist. His eyes flit to see pale skin press hard into deep bronze. Etain's fingers squeezed enough to hurt. Enough to rattle the tools in their tray, and spill some of the lathered water there against the tended works of steel. Long clean hooks, gut...
  19. Hector

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    "Wish I could tell you otherwise," Hector replied as they trudged through the square. Something like amusement there on his voice. Commiseration. Shroudlash, wore you down in different ways. Mind frayed, with a feeling of unreality. Like he could catch fire at any moment. Become a distant star...
  20. Hector

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    Hector did not flinch away from the knight. Feet come to stop, outside of sword's reach, trail of his marched steps wedged in the mud behind him. Along with all the other mess that was Sumu. His eyes fixed unto hers. Whether he saw the blade held tight in her hand or not, who was to say. "You...
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