Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
[ He has been busy. Somewhat. He did get in a fight with Yael, and maybe he took a nap as a result. But he's been on his feet since the fight, anticipating the next one. He'll probably be on his feet afterwards, too. He honestly looks like he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep, but the little smirk on his face hides any tiredness.
He looks at the spot where his leg once was, then looks back at Yael. He gives a short chuckle. ]
Nah. I was checking up on others and thought I'd swing by. [ Except he looks very comfortable at his spot on the doorframe. Doesn't look like he's going to leave anytime soon. ] Just checking to see if you needed anything.
[ Painfully sincere. Do you like no-flirting Hector yet? ]
[Ugh, no, he kind of hates no flirting Hector. The least he could do is take a seat on the chair beside his bed and stop lingering in the doorframe like a vampire waiting for an invitation, but Yael gets it. They've set their boundaries. This distance, however awkward, is necessary.
But that doesn't stop Yael from pulling a face— pouting, if you will.]
Hector grins, chuckles, even. He rests his head against the door frame. It doesn't matter if he ultimately gets told to leave, because he's just glad to see Yael's his usual stupid self. Recovery must be going well. ]
[ Hector debates for a second, because if Yael doesn't want to talk to him then the reasonable option would be to turn around and leave. But he wants to talk to him, make sure he's okay beyond just being alive.
So with a little smile, signature Hector cheekiness twinkling behind his eyes, he strides into the room and grabs a nearby chair. ]
Fine.
[ He makes sure the chair drags over the ground with a grating noise, because that's what Yael gets for being tsundere.
Hector plops down and crosses his arms over his chest. ]
[If Hector insists on sitting around and annoying him, the least he can do is be entertaining. As Hector plants his ass down, Yael does away with social etiquette and cuts right to the burning question that's been sitting on his mind for a while now.]
What do you think?
[Yael wiggles? His stump?? He's done fighting!! Anyway, back to that question:]
Did you fuck that Daniel guy?
[Yael asks his question as casually as one asks about the weather. No biggie. Dudes can talk freely about their conquests, can't they?]
[ Hector looks, almost apologetically, at the stump leg. Well, maybe it's for the best, considering how distracted he felt in the fight with Yael's presence...
But those thoughts are quickly torn away when Yael asks his question, and Hector's head whips to look him in the eye with a cocked brow.
[Ah, right. Fandaniel. What a stupid fucking name. Yael nods, stroking his chin while he contemplates... something.]
I won't lie. He had me tempted when we first met.
[...But,]
You've heard the saying "don't stick your dick in crazy," right? Was it worth it?
[Here Yael is, implying the two have fucked. There are some things you just know. The vibes are absolutely rancid, but Yael knows from personal experience that Hector's taste in men is dubious at best.]
[ It's probably not a surprise at this point, considering they've openly discussed fucking on the forums. Does Yael not read the morning paper?? Hector crosses his arms, almost defensively.
(He feels weird about the prospect of Yael and Fandaniel sleeping with each other, but he decides not to dissect that.) ]
To be fair, it's mostly been the other way around, but you know what? It has. [ He opens his mouth to say, I like him, but he catches himself. Instead, he frowns. ]
[You think Yael reads? He avoids the forums like the plague, thank you very much, and people like Hector and Fandaniel are the reason why.
But like... oh, wow. The confirmation makes him laugh. Not in a mean way, mind, but in a "I fucking knew it" way. What makes him laugh in a decidedly less good-natured way is the slow realization that Fandaniel has done most of the topping.]
That poor thing. I'm amazed your fat ass didn't snap him in half.
[Oh well. Maybe next time he'll fracture the dude's pelvis and they'll all be free of him.]
What worries you? The fact that he's more unstable than usual? Keep an eye on him if you're that concerned.
Hector's frown deepens as Yael laughs, as good-natured as it might intended to be. It's been a while since he had a one-on-one with Yael like this, and it twists him up inside to see one person he cares about laughing in the face of someone else he cares about.
(Shouldn't Yael know by now that he'd bottom for anyone??) ]
He's more "unstable" than usual because he's changing, Yael. He's a Phase. [ He thinks of Barrett and Mithrun and Michel and Owen and the look on his face changes to that of a man who has been fighting for too long but knows he can't afford to stop. ] And I don't know what to do.
[Right, right. He should mind his mouth around one of the few people who care about Fandaniel. There was no love lost between Yael and that man, but that doesn't mean he's comfortable speaking down to him to someone like Hector, who...
...Worries about him? Clearly. Loves him? Maybe. The latter leaves an uncomfortable knot in Yael's throat, but he ignores it. He has to ignore it. He's lost all right to feel that way.
His expression flattens, all trace of emotion effortlessly pushed aside. Hector has his own feelings to worry about. He doesn't need to balance Yael's on top of them.]
But you do. You know what your options are: fight him and kill him, potentially, or don't. If you don't, the bastard might croak anyway and you won't be around to say goodbye.
[ Hector quickly leans forward on his legs, propping his elbows up on his knees and folds his hands, tightly, over his mouth. He stares hard at the ground, trying to will away the options he's been presented for something that he likes better.
He feels sick. ]
...I don't want any of that. He keeps saying that the only way this ends is that he dies and I—I refuse to believe that.
[ His chest boils, with no outlet. Poor Yael, left to deal with Hector as he stews. ]
[Yael's eyes stay trained on the book he's hauled into his lap, Hector weighing his options — rather, option — in the periphery of his vision. The spine cracks, dog-eared pages turning under finger and thumb.]
Refuse all you want. [You know that won't change anything.] But if you're hell bent on saving the guy, you better make damn sure he knows it.
[Yael, for as taciturn and logical as he errs, can't ignore the idealist deep inside that wants Hector to win. To save that sorry bastard. His sigh is a quiet thing, lost between the pages of the book he's far too distracted to read.]
You care about each other, right? Maybe he'll listen.
[ There's that sickening frustration again, the kind he gets whenever Fidchell keeps going on and on about fate. ]
His—his "programming" or whatever means he never listens to me. He'll be sweet on me and then in the same breath tell me he's going to die. And he doesn't—get how much that hurts.
[ And it just all comes out, a pot left to simmer for too long and boiling over. Why can't they save him, like Misteaks and Mithrun and Winter and Owen? Why does Fandaniel have to be different? ]
[Fandaniel told Hector as much, surely? Yael hasn't forgotten the way that man threatened to lay the blame at Yael's feet after condemning himself to death. It's the reason why he'll never give that man the time of day again, but what's relevant to Hector is the fact that death has, seemingly, been his fate for a long time.
There's no point in trying to distract himself with his book. Yael snaps it closed, setting it beside him on the hospital bed.]
People like that don't think about how much it hurts people when they talk about offing themselves. When they're that far gone, they can't.
[All Fandaniel can think about is himself, and that's why:]
You had no control over him then and you don't now. You're going to be there for him regardless of the outcome, so make peace with that.
[ It's all been said outright to Hector at this point. But it's been subtle enough, passive enough that he elected to ignore it. But to hear it so plainly put clicks into place uncomfortably in the depths of Hector's gut, and he hates it. His eyes reflexively snap to the floor, and his whole body tenses. His knuckles whiten just outside of his vision. He can't breathe.
Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did. Words he once wrote rolls around in the voids in his mind, untethered from their context. Maybe he doesn't know what he did anymore, but that he wants to make sure everyone gets out of here alive, no matter what, still stays strong with him. ]
No.
[ His voice comes out a little louder than he intends, but who cares. It only brings him more conviction, forward momentum. He drops his hands and sits up straight in his chair, gaze still fixed dead ahead of him. ]
I saved Owen. I can save Fandaniel.
[ Who cares what other people tell him. He can change Fandaniel's fate, and he's going to show all of them.
He abruptly stands from his chair, and it clatters in the sudden movement. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Yael, but he doesn't let it linger there long enough to actually read his expression. ]
Glad to see you're doing okay. Sorry for the short visit, but I've got things to do.
[This conversation went just as Yael expected it to. He has no reason to be angry, given that, but still... wouldn't it be nice if Hector listened to him for once? Wouldn't it be nice if he pulled his head out of his stubborn old ass?
If wishes were fishes, Yael would never go hungry. He acknowledges Hector's decision with a nod, one he likely didn't see with how briefly he'd turned back to catch his eye.
That's fine. There's only one last thing Yael has to say to the man as he turns to stride toward his next foolish venture.]
Goodbye.
[One never knows when their last chance to say goodbye might be.]
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He looks at the spot where his leg once was, then looks back at Yael. He gives a short chuckle. ]
Nah. I was checking up on others and thought I'd swing by. [ Except he looks very comfortable at his spot on the doorframe. Doesn't look like he's going to leave anytime soon. ] Just checking to see if you needed anything.
[ Painfully sincere. Do you like no-flirting Hector yet? ]
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But that doesn't stop Yael from pulling a face— pouting, if you will.]
Nope. Nothing. You're dismissed.
[Wow!!!]
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Hector grins, chuckles, even. He rests his head against the door frame. It doesn't matter if he ultimately gets told to leave, because he's just glad to see Yael's his usual stupid self. Recovery must be going well. ]
Not even a conversation?
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About what? The weather? You have better things to do then stand in my doorway like a creep. At least sit down if you're not going to leave me alone.
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So with a little smile, signature Hector cheekiness twinkling behind his eyes, he strides into the room and grabs a nearby chair. ]
Fine.
[ He makes sure the chair drags over the ground with a grating noise, because that's what Yael gets for being tsundere.
Hector plops down and crosses his arms over his chest. ]
Well? You still planning on fighting after this?
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What do you think?
[Yael wiggles? His stump?? He's done fighting!! Anyway, back to that question:]
Did you fuck that Daniel guy?
[Yael asks his question as casually as one asks about the weather. No biggie. Dudes can talk freely about their conquests, can't they?]
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But those thoughts are quickly torn away when Yael asks his question, and Hector's head whips to look him in the eye with a cocked brow.
Huh? ]
Daniel? [ ... ] You mean...Fandaniel?
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I won't lie. He had me tempted when we first met.
[...But,]
You've heard the saying "don't stick your dick in crazy," right? Was it worth it?
[Here Yael is, implying the two have fucked. There are some things you just know. The vibes are absolutely rancid, but Yael knows from personal experience that Hector's taste in men is dubious at best.]
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(He feels weird about the prospect of Yael and Fandaniel sleeping with each other, but he decides not to dissect that.) ]
To be fair, it's mostly been the other way around, but you know what? It has. [ He opens his mouth to say, I like him, but he catches himself. Instead, he frowns. ]
I'm worried about him, you know.
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But like... oh, wow. The confirmation makes him laugh. Not in a mean way, mind, but in a "I fucking knew it" way. What makes him laugh in a decidedly less good-natured way is the slow realization that Fandaniel has done most of the topping.]
That poor thing. I'm amazed your fat ass didn't snap him in half.
[Oh well. Maybe next time he'll fracture the dude's pelvis and they'll all be free of him.]
What worries you? The fact that he's more unstable than usual? Keep an eye on him if you're that concerned.
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Hector's frown deepens as Yael laughs, as good-natured as it might intended to be. It's been a while since he had a one-on-one with Yael like this, and it twists him up inside to see one person he cares about laughing in the face of someone else he cares about.
(Shouldn't Yael know by now that he'd bottom for anyone??) ]
He's more "unstable" than usual because he's changing, Yael. He's a Phase. [ He thinks of Barrett and Mithrun and Michel and Owen and the look on his face changes to that of a man who has been fighting for too long but knows he can't afford to stop. ] And I don't know what to do.
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...Worries about him? Clearly. Loves him? Maybe. The latter leaves an uncomfortable knot in Yael's throat, but he ignores it. He has to ignore it. He's lost all right to feel that way.
His expression flattens, all trace of emotion effortlessly pushed aside. Hector has his own feelings to worry about. He doesn't need to balance Yael's on top of them.]
But you do. You know what your options are: fight him and kill him, potentially, or don't. If you don't, the bastard might croak anyway and you won't be around to say goodbye.
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He feels sick. ]
...I don't want any of that. He keeps saying that the only way this ends is that he dies and I—I refuse to believe that.
[ His chest boils, with no outlet. Poor Yael, left to deal with Hector as he stews. ]
I want to save him.
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Refuse all you want. [You know that won't change anything.] But if you're hell bent on saving the guy, you better make damn sure he knows it.
[Yael, for as taciturn and logical as he errs, can't ignore the idealist deep inside that wants Hector to win. To save that sorry bastard. His sigh is a quiet thing, lost between the pages of the book he's far too distracted to read.]
You care about each other, right? Maybe he'll listen.
[Maybe his words will be enough.]
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[ There's that sickening frustration again, the kind he gets whenever Fidchell keeps going on and on about fate. ]
His—his "programming" or whatever means he never listens to me. He'll be sweet on me and then in the same breath tell me he's going to die. And he doesn't—get how much that hurts.
[ And it just all comes out, a pot left to simmer for too long and boiling over. Why can't they save him, like Misteaks and Mithrun and Winter and Owen? Why does Fandaniel have to be different? ]
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[Fandaniel told Hector as much, surely? Yael hasn't forgotten the way that man threatened to lay the blame at Yael's feet after condemning himself to death. It's the reason why he'll never give that man the time of day again, but what's relevant to Hector is the fact that death has, seemingly, been his fate for a long time.
There's no point in trying to distract himself with his book. Yael snaps it closed, setting it beside him on the hospital bed.]
People like that don't think about how much it hurts people when they talk about offing themselves. When they're that far gone, they can't.
[All Fandaniel can think about is himself, and that's why:]
You had no control over him then and you don't now. You're going to be there for him regardless of the outcome, so make peace with that.
[That's all anyone can do.]
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Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did. Words he once wrote rolls around in the voids in his mind, untethered from their context. Maybe he doesn't know what he did anymore, but that he wants to make sure everyone gets out of here alive, no matter what, still stays strong with him. ]
No.
[ His voice comes out a little louder than he intends, but who cares. It only brings him more conviction, forward momentum. He drops his hands and sits up straight in his chair, gaze still fixed dead ahead of him. ]
I saved Owen. I can save Fandaniel.
[ Who cares what other people tell him. He can change Fandaniel's fate, and he's going to show all of them.
He abruptly stands from his chair, and it clatters in the sudden movement. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Yael, but he doesn't let it linger there long enough to actually read his expression. ]
Glad to see you're doing okay. Sorry for the short visit, but I've got things to do.
[ And he turns for the door... ]
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If wishes were fishes, Yael would never go hungry. He acknowledges Hector's decision with a nod, one he likely didn't see with how briefly he'd turned back to catch his eye.
That's fine. There's only one last thing Yael has to say to the man as he turns to stride toward his next foolish venture.]
Goodbye.
[One never knows when their last chance to say goodbye might be.]