TIMESTAMP: 20 Sun's Zenith, 122
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In the days following the night the two transitioned from friends to lovers, not much really changed between them. For what reason? Hard to say on the surface. In actuality, the reasons, really, varied depending on which man one was to look at. Hector still found himself unworthy of being considered a proper lover to the older man; Vergil had been popular with others for the entirety of the span the elf had known him. That, and he was never really known to stay committed to any one partner. So why, Hector thought, why would this be any different? As for Vergil’s reasons for staying a bit distant, well…he was more concerned that he’d upset Hector or hurt him in some way because he felt as if he’d been a bit too…perhaps, forceful?
And so both of them avoided the subject despite the fact that their attraction, both physical and emotional, was mutual in every way that conceivably mattered. It is truly a shame when people keep their feelings to themselves in situations like these, is it not?
The sun was just starting to set over Gel’Grandel as the two vampyres started to return home. Most of the day was spent either attending lectures regarding their training as Inquisitorial initiates and beyond that, they'd stopped to run a few errands along the path back. The pair had been rather busy and often split apart over the last few days, much to the annoyance of both. Being apart made Hector’s anxiety spike.
Passing through the threshold of their apartment, Hector kicked off his shoes and immediately started to walk in the direction of his room. Vergil's pace was much more relaxed, but he did notice his elven friend step past him while he was in the middle of untying his own footwear.
"Wait– are you going to sleep or just want time to yourself?" He delivered this inquiry with the slightest hint of alarm, or perhaps concern?
Truthfully, the older of the two had wanted to spend some time with the other; in addition to them being rather busy, Hector had also been so very quiet lately. He wasn't going to insist if Hector was feeling too drained, however.
"Ahh…I was going to sleep for a bit, but maybe not? At least, not for too long. Why?" Hector responded, halting his steps and turning his head to face the older man still knelt on the floor. His face was curious but tired.
"Nothing important," Vergil replied back as he stood.
Though he says this, and while it might be true, Hector could hear soft notes of disappointment behind his words.
"...you sure? What'd you want to do for the rest of the evening?" A rephrase of the question in an attempt to get Vergil to give him an actual answer.
The older vampyre tilted his head from one side to the other as if thinking. "Well, if you're going to sleep, I will probably just sit and read something a colleague gave me." By colleague, he likely meant somebody at the hospital he'd started at recently.
"Oh? And what is it about?" Both Hector's face and voice were woven with intrigue.
While medical papers were often somewhat dry reads, their actual contents were genuinely fascinating simply by nature of the subject. Plus…there were very likely different standards and practices for medicine in the Imperium capital as opposed Zaichaer given the two did not share similar views on the use of magic, magical tools and so forth. People even balked at the use of Necromancy back home more than half the time.Hector always found it grating to step backwards and learn things that felt inherently inefficient simply because so many people were uncomfortable with magic back home. They were both inhibiting progress and inconveniencing themselves with this irrational fear.
"It's about the efficiency of organ repair using Necromancy when compared to Vicissitude and then to a combination of the two. This is a draft, though. Several people have been contributing to it for a while with information relative to a variety of contexts– from physical injury to disease– and the man actually writing it is in charge of sorting and laying out the data. End goal is to find out which method is most efficient in any given scenario.” The older man explained this fairly matter-of-factly as he knelt back down, dug a thick-looking folder out of his bag, and stood back up.
“Oh, that sounds neat, actually…why don’t I sit and join you? Might fall asleep, but I wouldn’t mind reading over your shoulder.” The subject definitely did spark further interest in his voice, but he was right– he’d probably not stay conscious for an exceptionally long period of time.
A soft smile pulled at the corners of the older one’s lips. “I’d like that.”
With folder in hand, Vergil walked over to the rather cozy, velvet upholstered sectional in the corner leftmost from the door and sat down, Hector trailing not too far behind him. The elf positioned himself cuddled up against his companion’s side, head resting on the other’s shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around one of Vergil’s. Folding his legs and leaning more onto one of his hips, the smaller of the two would genuinely try to read over the larger man's shoulder but he wasn't exactly lying about being tired.
When trying to focus, maintain calm, or keep himself awake, it was not uncommon for Hector to find something to passively mess with using his hands. In this case, the only thing within his grasp was Vergil's arm. Not that he minded; no, rather, he was quite a fan of running his hands over the other's large, muscular features, even if still veiled by cloth. He, especially, provided an easy sort of absentminded distraction as Hector would run fingertips from one muscle to the next. Lacking in much body fat, one did not have to try too hard to identify which muscle one was touching provided one knew what to feel for. Vergil, on his end, didn't react to this externally, but he did find it flattering and simply enjoyed the fact that it was Hector’s hands that were on him. .
Hector felt safe like this. Truthfully, the only time that he really felt anything akin to being at ‘home,’ so to speak, was when he could be close like this to Vergil. Sturdy in frame, strong in body, and protective in nature, with him, the elf could actually feel some semblance of safety or peace. Of course, in an ideal world, he’d like to be the one who was held but did he have the confidence to make such a request? Not at the moment, no. There is something, however, to be said about the simple comfort found in the warmth of another’s body as well as the fact that Hector found himself enamored with the larger man’s scent.
It wasn't that long before the elven vampyre’s touch slowed along with his breathing and the beat of his heart. Eventually, it was evident that he'd fallen asleep. As time crept on and the darkness really started to set in, the grandfather clock in their living space struck its final hour until morning’s arrival– ten at night. Hector slept right through it, as he had the others leading up until this particular hour. He had a tendency to sleep through it in general, but that didn’t matter since if he had to get up, Vergil would fetch him.
At this bell, however, the older of the two realized that if he wanted a proper night’s sleep, he really ought to go to bed himself. With that in mind, he set what papers he held down in proper place with the rest on the table before him and tilted his head to look at the sleeping man beside him. He really did see something so very precious in Hector.
Ever the heavy sleeper, the smaller elf didn’t stir at all when lifted nor when he was gently placed into his bed. Vergil didn’t stay long, no. He lingered just long enough to gaze out the window onto the dimly lit streets below and then to press a soft kiss to the sleeping man’s lips. Unsure if Hector would welcome his company, he opted not to stay the night in this room. Pity, really; he would’ve loved it.
And so days went on like this with the two of them carefully stepping around the intimacy that was very obviously present.
And so both of them avoided the subject despite the fact that their attraction, both physical and emotional, was mutual in every way that conceivably mattered. It is truly a shame when people keep their feelings to themselves in situations like these, is it not?
The sun was just starting to set over Gel’Grandel as the two vampyres started to return home. Most of the day was spent either attending lectures regarding their training as Inquisitorial initiates and beyond that, they'd stopped to run a few errands along the path back. The pair had been rather busy and often split apart over the last few days, much to the annoyance of both. Being apart made Hector’s anxiety spike.
Passing through the threshold of their apartment, Hector kicked off his shoes and immediately started to walk in the direction of his room. Vergil's pace was much more relaxed, but he did notice his elven friend step past him while he was in the middle of untying his own footwear.
"Wait– are you going to sleep or just want time to yourself?" He delivered this inquiry with the slightest hint of alarm, or perhaps concern?
Truthfully, the older of the two had wanted to spend some time with the other; in addition to them being rather busy, Hector had also been so very quiet lately. He wasn't going to insist if Hector was feeling too drained, however.
"Ahh…I was going to sleep for a bit, but maybe not? At least, not for too long. Why?" Hector responded, halting his steps and turning his head to face the older man still knelt on the floor. His face was curious but tired.
"Nothing important," Vergil replied back as he stood.
Though he says this, and while it might be true, Hector could hear soft notes of disappointment behind his words.
"...you sure? What'd you want to do for the rest of the evening?" A rephrase of the question in an attempt to get Vergil to give him an actual answer.
The older vampyre tilted his head from one side to the other as if thinking. "Well, if you're going to sleep, I will probably just sit and read something a colleague gave me." By colleague, he likely meant somebody at the hospital he'd started at recently.
"Oh? And what is it about?" Both Hector's face and voice were woven with intrigue.
While medical papers were often somewhat dry reads, their actual contents were genuinely fascinating simply by nature of the subject. Plus…there were very likely different standards and practices for medicine in the Imperium capital as opposed Zaichaer given the two did not share similar views on the use of magic, magical tools and so forth. People even balked at the use of Necromancy back home more than half the time.Hector always found it grating to step backwards and learn things that felt inherently inefficient simply because so many people were uncomfortable with magic back home. They were both inhibiting progress and inconveniencing themselves with this irrational fear.
"It's about the efficiency of organ repair using Necromancy when compared to Vicissitude and then to a combination of the two. This is a draft, though. Several people have been contributing to it for a while with information relative to a variety of contexts– from physical injury to disease– and the man actually writing it is in charge of sorting and laying out the data. End goal is to find out which method is most efficient in any given scenario.” The older man explained this fairly matter-of-factly as he knelt back down, dug a thick-looking folder out of his bag, and stood back up.
“Oh, that sounds neat, actually…why don’t I sit and join you? Might fall asleep, but I wouldn’t mind reading over your shoulder.” The subject definitely did spark further interest in his voice, but he was right– he’d probably not stay conscious for an exceptionally long period of time.
A soft smile pulled at the corners of the older one’s lips. “I’d like that.”
With folder in hand, Vergil walked over to the rather cozy, velvet upholstered sectional in the corner leftmost from the door and sat down, Hector trailing not too far behind him. The elf positioned himself cuddled up against his companion’s side, head resting on the other’s shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around one of Vergil’s. Folding his legs and leaning more onto one of his hips, the smaller of the two would genuinely try to read over the larger man's shoulder but he wasn't exactly lying about being tired.
When trying to focus, maintain calm, or keep himself awake, it was not uncommon for Hector to find something to passively mess with using his hands. In this case, the only thing within his grasp was Vergil's arm. Not that he minded; no, rather, he was quite a fan of running his hands over the other's large, muscular features, even if still veiled by cloth. He, especially, provided an easy sort of absentminded distraction as Hector would run fingertips from one muscle to the next. Lacking in much body fat, one did not have to try too hard to identify which muscle one was touching provided one knew what to feel for. Vergil, on his end, didn't react to this externally, but he did find it flattering and simply enjoyed the fact that it was Hector’s hands that were on him. .
Hector felt safe like this. Truthfully, the only time that he really felt anything akin to being at ‘home,’ so to speak, was when he could be close like this to Vergil. Sturdy in frame, strong in body, and protective in nature, with him, the elf could actually feel some semblance of safety or peace. Of course, in an ideal world, he’d like to be the one who was held but did he have the confidence to make such a request? Not at the moment, no. There is something, however, to be said about the simple comfort found in the warmth of another’s body as well as the fact that Hector found himself enamored with the larger man’s scent.
It wasn't that long before the elven vampyre’s touch slowed along with his breathing and the beat of his heart. Eventually, it was evident that he'd fallen asleep. As time crept on and the darkness really started to set in, the grandfather clock in their living space struck its final hour until morning’s arrival– ten at night. Hector slept right through it, as he had the others leading up until this particular hour. He had a tendency to sleep through it in general, but that didn’t matter since if he had to get up, Vergil would fetch him.
At this bell, however, the older of the two realized that if he wanted a proper night’s sleep, he really ought to go to bed himself. With that in mind, he set what papers he held down in proper place with the rest on the table before him and tilted his head to look at the sleeping man beside him. He really did see something so very precious in Hector.
Ever the heavy sleeper, the smaller elf didn’t stir at all when lifted nor when he was gently placed into his bed. Vergil didn’t stay long, no. He lingered just long enough to gaze out the window onto the dimly lit streets below and then to press a soft kiss to the sleeping man’s lips. Unsure if Hector would welcome his company, he opted not to stay the night in this room. Pity, really; he would’ve loved it.
And so days went on like this with the two of them carefully stepping around the intimacy that was very obviously present.
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