[ Hector's eyes drop as he removes his belt (sword absent, thankfully), and begins to undo the buttons on his coat. A faint cloud casts over steely blue--what party in the past decade hadn't ended up in a bloodbath? Where he had to be there to respond immediately? Maybe it seems silly now, here, out of place and out of time, but who cares. That he'd lay down his life for strangers hasn't changed a bit.
He drapes his coat, shirt over the back of the nearby chair, slips the cravat from his neck to place it with the rest of his things. He turns partially towards Vaer, more to show off than anything, as he lifts his arms. Along with the old nicks and scars that dot his shoulders and arms, at the very center of his chest is an old, but rather nasty-looking burn scar, one that never quite healed properly, that sprawls across him like a web. He arcs his back as he runs his hand through his hair, arousal obvious in his state of partial undress; his eyes slip shut as he pulls ebon waves back and up, quickly tying it up into a ponytail.
The hair is off-limits. ]
There. Now we're even.
[ Tone low and sultry, eyes lidded, Hector turns to rest a knee beside Vaer's thigh on the bed, and then the other, lowering himself into a straddle over them as his arms slink around their shoulders. ]
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[ Hector's eyes drop as he removes his belt (sword absent, thankfully), and begins to undo the buttons on his coat. A faint cloud casts over steely blue--what party in the past decade hadn't ended up in a bloodbath? Where he had to be there to respond immediately? Maybe it seems silly now, here, out of place and out of time, but who cares. That he'd lay down his life for strangers hasn't changed a bit.
He drapes his coat, shirt over the back of the nearby chair, slips the cravat from his neck to place it with the rest of his things. He turns partially towards Vaer, more to show off than anything, as he lifts his arms. Along with the old nicks and scars that dot his shoulders and arms, at the very center of his chest is an old, but rather nasty-looking burn scar, one that never quite healed properly, that sprawls across him like a web. He arcs his back as he runs his hand through his hair, arousal obvious in his state of partial undress; his eyes slip shut as he pulls ebon waves back and up, quickly tying it up into a ponytail.
The hair is off-limits. ]
There. Now we're even.
[ Tone low and sultry, eyes lidded, Hector turns to rest a knee beside Vaer's thigh on the bed, and then the other, lowering himself into a straddle over them as his arms slink around their shoulders. ]