[ Leon is relieved not to be the only one drinking— he'll wind up stopping if Hector stops (he doesn't want to do it by himself!), but he wants to leave this establishment at the very least pleasantly buzzed. ]
Pay them?
[ Here comes the disappointed frown... ]
You never spoke too much of your past. By the way you speak, I'd suspect you've seen too much cruelty if you can't imagine kindness freely given by others. It saddens me.
[ And on that note he wonders, ]
Did you have proper friends or family before you were stolen away? Was there anyone else?
[ Their new drinks are placed in front of them, as is the well-seasoned bird leg. ]
[Hector doesn't really like talking about his past, but he's tipsy and Leon is frowning at him, and the combination is making him pretty helpless to resist the probing questions.]
My father was an alchemist, obsessed with money and power. The villagers were already wary of my family because of his experiments trying to find immortality. But then there was me, a morbid child with an off-putting aura. The other children threw rocks at me if I got too close to them, and adults would cross the street and cross themselves when I passed by. So I made my own friends- found dead animals and used the principles from my father's books to rekindle the life in them, to be my pets. The only companions that would have me.
[He takes a long sip of ale.] My mother used to curse me and say I'd been born wrong, that she'd have been better off barren. My father tolerated my existence, hoping he could use my powers towards his own pursuits. He'd burn my pets and beat me each time I brought one home. That's the world I grew up in.
[Is it enough to put you off your ale, Leon? Enough to make you realize he doesn't belong here in this village, celebrating Saint Whats-his-name?]
[ Leon's mouth parts, then closes again. He stares into his ale as if he might find the right words sunk at the bottom of it, and for too long there's only silence between them. His own fault, for mentioning the past. His hand curls around the mug until the knuckles pale. ]
That's no life for anyone.
[ It isn't enough, and he knows it isn't. Still, Leon feels compelled to keep on for him, if only to make sure Hector knows someone is listening. ]
You're here now. And as long as I draw breath, I'll see it different for you.
[ Leon doesn't lift his eyes from the ale at first, but when he finally does, there's a steadiness in him. Beneath that strength lies a softer pull, a flicker of something that belongs only to Hector now. Not that Leon should understand it himself.
He pushes his bird leg to him, though he hadn't ordered it. He wants him to have it instead. ]
I'm sorry to make you remember such things. It was thoughtless of me.
[Hector shakes his head and pushes the bird leg back to Leon. He shouldn't have said any of that to Leon, who is too soft and bright for such harsh realities. But since he started the story, he needs to finish it. If Leon knows the truth, he should have the whole of it, not only the pieces that cast Hector in a pitying light.]
When I decided I'd had enough, I could have simply left and made my own way in the world. But I didn't. I burned down their house. They... were still inside.
[Yes, he'd still been a child, but he'd not been a helpless one.]
So, do not apologize for making me remember. You should have known all of this long ago. The truth of the man I am. I am what they say. 'Evil.' 'Cursed.' 'Wrong.'
[ Leon goes still. His eyes stay on Hector, searching his face for some sign of remorse or grief— something confused or complicated. Something human. Eventually, he speaks. ]
You were a child pressed into cruelty. That does not make you what they call you. Evil delights in convincing men that they are beyond grace, but I do not believe you are.
[ What a party, indeed. Leon exhales, his posture drawing straighter. ]
I have also taken lives, Hector. More than I dare count. The campaigns did not spare me that stain. They told us it was holy work, yet the cries of the fallen sound no less human in my ears, even now. If you truly think yourself cursed, then at the very least let me share that curse with you. I would rather bear it beside you than see you walk alone.
[There isn't remorse, only weariness. He wishes things were different, but they aren't.
He doesn't deserve Leon's absolution. But he's only human, given to greed, and he isn't noble enough to refuse the consolation Leon offers him.]
I don't think even a saint could walk upon this earth without getting some of its filth upon them. If your god would deny you for that, then that's your god's fault, not yours.
[With that casual blasphemy spoken, Hector drinks some more ale. Hmm, maybe he does want some food with it after all.]
Does walking beside me extend to sharing your meals with me? [Just a lil bite of leg. Getting all maudlin about his past made him hungry.]
[ Hector's words about God and the world's filth hang in Leon. Though his faith had carried him through those bloody crusades, even he knows by now that good and evil are rarely so cleanly divided. Especially after everything that'd happened in the castle. It gnaws at him that the "correct" path to pursue isn't clear, but he tucks the thought away, a stone for later contemplation. Now isn't the time.
Mention of food spares them this topic. Leon had started to feel he'd walked this outing off a cliff. Seizing the diversion with quiet relief, Leon scoots the bird leg over to him a second time. ]
I've been trying. Did you not notice?
[ Leon takes a drink of his ale. ]
I sometimes dream of these bird legs. I like how they season the skin.
No, I did... [He ducks his head, a little shy in his tipsiness.] ...but I wasn't sure you'd still want to share, if you knew all that....
[Acts of kindness are rarely aimed his way, and when they do come, Hector is always aware that he doesn't deserve them.
But... the skin of the leg is glistening with oil and he can smell the seasonings in the roasted meat. It's making his stomach rumble. so now he's going to be the girlfriend who didn't order the fries and procedes to steal half from the boyfriend's plate when they come]
If it's what you've dreamt of, you should eat it. I can order my own.
Something like that wouldn't change. Go on, I say you should eat.
[ Eat the leggy, Hector!
—Not that Leon won't very much want more if Hector helps himself to even some of his, which is why he's already ordering a new one before he's beaten to the action. Their problem is solved. ]
Bird toast.
[ What...?
Once it's brought to him, Leon knocks his bird leg against Hector's like he would a mug before he takes a bite. The alcohol, slowly but surely, has risen to his cheeks. He laughs now, like he's done something funny. ]
[ He's biting into his chewing his own when Hector suggests so. ]
I'm not. Not yet...! Maybe after one more though.
[ Leon is satisfied, because he can tell Hector likes the meat. It'd singlehandedly been his main motivation for coming to town. Not for Saint Augustine. ]
I also remember that we have fruit and books to bring home, by the way. I'm not going to forget about them, because you said you'd be upset.
[ He bends and paps the handle like a horse's rump. ]
[Hector takes another long sip of ale to wash down the meat he wolfed down. Yes, it's definitely hitting him. He doesn't have the tolerance he used to.
He puts down his mug and reaches out to pat Leon's head. He's slightly off-target, and ends up stroking one side of Leon's hair with the motion.]
What a, a well-trained pack mule you are!
[It makes him unduly happy, that Leon cares so much about their purchases for his sake. Because he doesn't want to make Hector sad. Who in his entire existence has ever cared about Hector's happiness? Only Leon.]
I-I'll make you happy. I already have plans for you.
[ Leon's hair is fluffy and silky when touched. Against Hector's fingers, it feels exactly as it looks it should. ]
A mule...
[ Probably drunk, he doesn't want to be called a mule. His mouth is too full of bird leg to complain, and he swallows his bite only after Hector mentions his plans. ]
You're planning something for me? Since when?
[ He laughs quick because the notion surprises him. ]
[Leon asked for peach cake that night they met, after all. The rest, deciding that Leon needs a pet of his own, came later, but those initial plans have been there all along.]
Prepare to get happier. It's happening. You can't stop it.
[Unless Leon forgets the basket... or burns down the kitchen before Hector can use it, or something. So technically he could... Hector drains the last dregs from his mug as his thoughts wander down that rabbit hole.]
[Who will be more insufferable, the knight who wants to know what his special treat will be, or the smug forgemaster with secret plans? The jury is still out.]
Hmmm, perhaps I'm going to make you something. What, I'll not say.
[He doesn't want to ruin the surprise, but he does enjoy having something to lord over Leon teasingly.]
[ And his ale and his leg are both gone now, but at the very least, Hector has given him a hint. When he thinks of Hector making anything, it's night creatures. But isn't that too much work? Maybe it's something more simple than that. He goes quiet while he thinks. ]
A drawing?
[ Maybe? He doubts he'll be able to guess it. As Leon notes his own tipsiness, he realizes that he's good for the evening. ]
[He'll add a sketch to the list then... if he remembers come morning. Cakes, pies, sketches, creatures... anything his hands can make, he'll offer up to Leon like a cat leaving dead prey on its human's welcome mat.]
If you say so. You're the one who's carrying everything.
Then I'll have to prove myself, and protect my ability to critique others as ruthlessly as I wish. Except for you. I won't make fun of your drawings. You, my friend, get a pass.
[He's just sort of tipsily rambling at this point as he rises from his seat.]
I'm sure I'll be fine. [He won't be. That golden opportunity that was squandered this morning must be reclaimed.] Lead the way, sir knight.
It doesn't bother Leon at all. Buzzed himself, he's still not messed up enough to forget all concern for Hector's safety, and hovers near him in case he slips or needs him for stability. His head goes a little light when he kneels down to get the basket and books. ]
I'm leading the way, I'm leading the way.
[ He covers the drinks and food because he is Hector's sugar daddy has the means. Once they're outside, they happen upon a stray wooden wheel locked in the mud. ]
Hector!
[ He calls his name suddenly like he's far away. It startles some people nearby. ]
I want to take this back—
[ And, with the basket and books and literally everything stacked on him as it is, Leon takes grip of the clean end of the wheel and begins to yank. It's lodged quite deep, but because he's strong, he manages to free it after a couple of tries. He stumbles backward a few steps with his wheel as well as everything else they've accumulated. ]
It's the perfect size for Leviathan to swim through!
[Hector watches Leon yank the wheel out of the mud. He thinks of offering a hand holding the other stuff while Leon pulls, but he'd probably refuse anyways, stubborn, chivalrous knight that he is.
Hector puts a finger to his lips.] Shhhhh, it's a secret, remember.
[He means it to be a whisper, but his voice is less discrete than he intended.]
I suppose we could bring it if we lash it to the back of my horse. [Oh no, looks like Hector will definitely have to ride with Leon now to make room for the pet toy!]
[ Laughably obedient, Leon quiets like a child in church when he's hushed, looking around to wonder if just using Leviathan's name is enough to dox the creature's existence. Cogwheels turn though, and after a beat of compliance, he shakes his head at Hector. ]
It's fine, isn't it? I only used its name— Leviathan could be anything. A pet lizard I found by the lake, or a fat dog who likes to swim...
[ He threads his elbow through the wheel so the clean edge hangs against his arm. ]
And that's a perfect plan. We'll do just that. You're so clever.
[ After they reach the horses, Leon begins to put things in place. Ophélie is hardly bothered by the wheel that gets strapped on, watching Hector like he might pet her, and Alaric is trying to sneak his nose into Leon's fruit basket while he's also turned to Hector. What an opportunity. ]
Did you have any riding preference here? Shall I be in the front or the back?
[Hector's overly cautious, especially with the biblical name he gave the creature. Even a stupid peasant might make the connection between the name of the sea serpent of their Old Testament myth and the snake in the lake if it were ever to be spotted.]
Yes, we love our fat dog dearly.
[There, in his tipsy state, he decides that will put them off the track enough. And it's an excuse to get a dog as well. He loves dogs.
He leaves the work of loading the horses to Leon and indeed gives both animals pets on their snouts and along their neck. He steers Alaric away from the basket, though. He has plans for that fruit! Alaric and Ophélie can have apples when they get home.]
Hmmm. You be in front. You know the way better than I do.
[And Hector is perfectly willing to plaster himself to Leon's broad back and lean his head against his shoulder, you know, if he must.]
[ Ale is great, and Hector is soooooooo funny. Leon starts laughing while prepping the horses, because a fat dog named Leviathan waddling around the manor halls is too much for him to think about. ]
Our fat, sweet dog named Leviathan...
[ With the wheel and basket secured to Ophélie, and Ophélie secured to Alaric, he's ready to mount. Leon's head spins a little from his buzz, but it's fine. Taking the front, he adjusts himself forward to make enough room for Hector behind him. ]
Up you go.
[ A pat on Alaric's butt with his hand. But no, it won't work— he only realizes it once he's in the saddle. Hector drank too much. Before an attempt to mount can be made, Leon's already letting himself right back down, with Alaric watching them both, unsure of what the two humans are doing. And it's a look of judgement, almost, because Hector's betrayed him by not feeding him RIGHT NOW. How dare he not spoil him...
After both his boots hit the dirt, Leon assumes what he's trying to do is guessable, and positions himself beside Hector with his arms moving for his sides. ]
Sorry, I forgot. You first.
[ He braces himself to heft him into place, as Hector's tasked to at the very least get his foot in the stirrup. ]
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he doesn't want to do it by himself!), but he wants to leave this establishment at the very least pleasantly buzzed. ]Pay them?
[ Here comes the disappointed frown... ]
You never spoke too much of your past. By the way you speak, I'd suspect you've seen too much cruelty if you can't imagine kindness freely given by others. It saddens me.
[ And on that note he wonders, ]
Did you have proper friends or family before you were stolen away? Was there anyone else?
[ Their new drinks are placed in front of them, as is the well-seasoned bird leg. ]
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My father was an alchemist, obsessed with money and power. The villagers were already wary of my family because of his experiments trying to find immortality. But then there was me, a morbid child with an off-putting aura. The other children threw rocks at me if I got too close to them, and adults would cross the street and cross themselves when I passed by. So I made my own friends- found dead animals and used the principles from my father's books to rekindle the life in them, to be my pets. The only companions that would have me.
[He takes a long sip of ale.] My mother used to curse me and say I'd been born wrong, that she'd have been better off barren. My father tolerated my existence, hoping he could use my powers towards his own pursuits. He'd burn my pets and beat me each time I brought one home. That's the world I grew up in.
[Is it enough to put you off your ale, Leon? Enough to make you realize he doesn't belong here in this village, celebrating Saint Whats-his-name?]
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[ Leon's mouth parts, then closes again. He stares into his ale as if he might find the right words sunk at the bottom of it, and for too long there's only silence between them. His own fault, for mentioning the past. His hand curls around the mug until the knuckles pale. ]
That's no life for anyone.
[ It isn't enough, and he knows it isn't. Still, Leon feels compelled to keep on for him, if only to make sure Hector knows someone is listening. ]
You're here now. And as long as I draw breath, I'll see it different for you.
[ Leon doesn't lift his eyes from the ale at first, but when he finally does, there's a steadiness in him. Beneath that strength lies a softer pull, a flicker of something that belongs only to Hector now. Not that Leon should understand it himself.
He pushes his bird leg to him, though he hadn't ordered it. He wants him to have it instead. ]
I'm sorry to make you remember such things. It was thoughtless of me.
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When I decided I'd had enough, I could have simply left and made my own way in the world. But I didn't. I burned down their house. They... were still inside.
[Yes, he'd still been a child, but he'd not been a helpless one.]
So, do not apologize for making me remember. You should have known all of this long ago. The truth of the man I am. I am what they say. 'Evil.' 'Cursed.' 'Wrong.'
[What a fun party they are having.]
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You were a child pressed into cruelty. That does not make you what they call you. Evil delights in convincing men that they are beyond grace, but I do not believe you are.
[ What a party, indeed. Leon exhales, his posture drawing straighter. ]
I have also taken lives, Hector. More than I dare count. The campaigns did not spare me that stain. They told us it was holy work, yet the cries of the fallen sound no less human in my ears, even now. If you truly think yourself cursed, then at the very least let me share that curse with you. I would rather bear it beside you than see you walk alone.
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He doesn't deserve Leon's absolution. But he's only human, given to greed, and he isn't noble enough to refuse the consolation Leon offers him.]
I don't think even a saint could walk upon this earth without getting some of its filth upon them. If your god would deny you for that, then that's your god's fault, not yours.
[With that casual blasphemy spoken, Hector drinks some more ale. Hmm, maybe he does want some food with it after all.]
Does walking beside me extend to sharing your meals with me? [Just a lil bite of leg. Getting all maudlin about his past made him hungry.]
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Mention of food spares them this topic. Leon had started to feel he'd walked this outing off a cliff. Seizing the diversion with quiet relief, Leon scoots the bird leg over to him a second time. ]
I've been trying. Did you not notice?
[ Leon takes a drink of his ale. ]
I sometimes dream of these bird legs. I like how they season the skin.
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[Acts of kindness are rarely aimed his way, and when they do come, Hector is always aware that he doesn't deserve them.
But... the skin of the leg is glistening with oil and he can smell the seasonings in the roasted meat. It's making his stomach rumble.
so now he's going to be the girlfriend who didn't order the fries and procedes to steal half from the boyfriend's plate when they come]If it's what you've dreamt of, you should eat it. I can order my own.
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[ Eat the leggy, Hector!
—Not that Leon won't very much want more if Hector helps himself to even some of his, which is why he's already ordering a new one before he's beaten to the action. Their problem is solved. ]
Bird toast.
[ What...?
Once it's brought to him, Leon knocks his bird leg against Hector's like he would a mug before he takes a bite. The alcohol, slowly but surely, has risen to his cheeks. He laughs now, like he's done something funny. ]
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With as straight a face as he can muster, Hector bumps his bird leg to Leon's. An amused snort slips out as Leon breaks and laughs.]
I suspect... we both might be getting drunk.
[He's trying to remember why that was a bad thing. Leon looks pleased enough, flushed and handsome in the flickering lantern-light of the tavern.
Hector takes a bite, and groans happily. Leggy yummy. He's going to clean it to the bone.]
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I'm not. Not yet...! Maybe after one more though.
[ Leon is satisfied, because he can tell Hector likes the meat. It'd singlehandedly been his main motivation for coming to town. Not for Saint Augustine. ]
I also remember that we have fruit and books to bring home, by the way. I'm not going to forget about them, because you said you'd be upset.
[ He bends and paps the handle like a horse's rump. ]
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He puts down his mug and reaches out to pat Leon's head. He's slightly off-target, and ends up stroking one side of Leon's hair with the motion.]
What a, a well-trained pack mule you are!
[It makes him unduly happy, that Leon cares so much about their purchases for his sake. Because he doesn't want to make Hector sad. Who in his entire existence has ever cared about Hector's happiness? Only Leon.]
I-I'll make you happy. I already have plans for you.
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A mule...
[ Probably drunk, he doesn't want to be called a mule. His mouth is too full of bird leg to complain, and he swallows his bite only after Hector mentions his plans. ]
You're planning something for me? Since when?
[ He laughs quick because the notion surprises him. ]
I'm already happy. You don't need to do anything.
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[Leon asked for peach cake that night they met, after all. The rest, deciding that Leon needs a pet of his own, came later, but those initial plans have been there all along.]
Prepare to get happier. It's happening. You can't stop it.
[Unless Leon forgets the basket... or burns down the kitchen before Hector can use it, or something. So technically he could... Hector drains the last dregs from his mug as his thoughts wander down that rabbit hole.]
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[ This is difficult for him to remember, but especially now. ]
Meeting me? Living with me?
[ Leon isn't opposed to being happier, though. But now that he knows something's coming, he'll be insufferable and on the lookout... ]
Give me a hint. I want to know what it is!
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[Who will be more insufferable, the knight who wants to know what his special treat will be, or the smug forgemaster with secret plans? The jury is still out.]
Hmmm, perhaps I'm going to make you something. What, I'll not say.
[He doesn't want to ruin the surprise, but he does enjoy having something to lord over Leon teasingly.]
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[ And his ale and his leg are both gone now, but at the very least, Hector has given him a hint. When he thinks of Hector making anything, it's night creatures. But isn't that too much work? Maybe it's something more simple than that. He goes quiet while he thinks. ]
A drawing?
[ Maybe? He doubts he'll be able to guess it. As Leon notes his own tipsiness, he realizes that he's good for the evening. ]
We should probably stop drinking...
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[He'll add a sketch to the list then... if he remembers come morning. Cakes, pies, sketches, creatures... anything his hands can make, he'll offer up to Leon like a cat leaving dead prey on its human's welcome mat.]
If you say so. You're the one who's carrying everything.
[He pauses, wrinkling his nose as he thinks.]
... are we going to have to ride the horses back?
[drunk and with a basket to carry?]
and now back to jst timezone waaaaa
I was curious about your drawing ability since you were so hard on that monk before, is all.
[ When he asks about the horses, Leon worries. Uh-oh. Did he get him too drunk? ]
— Yes. Are you all right to ride? We can tether Ophélie's reins to Alaric if need be. The basket shouldn't be difficult to deal with, either.
[ Hector can weasel back into a certain opportunity he missed on the way here, if he wants. ]
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[He's just sort of tipsily rambling at this point as he rises from his seat.]
I'm sure I'll be fine. [He won't be. That golden opportunity that was squandered this morning must be reclaimed.] Lead the way, sir knight.
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It doesn't bother Leon at all. Buzzed himself, he's still not messed up enough to forget all concern for Hector's safety, and hovers near him in case he slips or needs him for stability. His head goes a little light when he kneels down to get the basket and books. ]
I'm leading the way, I'm leading the way.
[ He covers the drinks and food because he
is Hector's sugar daddyhas the means. Once they're outside, they happen upon a stray wooden wheel locked in the mud. ]Hector!
[ He calls his name suddenly like he's far away. It startles some people nearby. ]
I want to take this back—
[ And, with the basket and books and literally everything stacked on him as it is, Leon takes grip of the clean end of the wheel and begins to yank. It's lodged quite deep, but because he's strong, he manages to free it after a couple of tries. He stumbles backward a few steps with his wheel as well as everything else they've accumulated. ]
It's the perfect size for Leviathan to swim through!
[ A toy for the pet! ]
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Hector puts a finger to his lips.] Shhhhh, it's a secret, remember.
[He means it to be a whisper, but his voice is less discrete than he intended.]
I suppose we could bring it if we lash it to the back of my horse. [Oh no, looks like Hector will definitely have to ride with Leon now to make room for the pet toy!]
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It's fine, isn't it? I only used its name— Leviathan could be anything. A pet lizard I found by the lake, or a fat dog who likes to swim...
[ He threads his elbow through the wheel so the clean edge hangs against his arm. ]
And that's a perfect plan. We'll do just that. You're so clever.
[ After they reach the horses, Leon begins to put things in place. Ophélie is hardly bothered by the wheel that gets strapped on, watching Hector like he might pet her, and Alaric is trying to sneak his nose into Leon's fruit basket while he's also turned to Hector. What an opportunity. ]
Did you have any riding preference here? Shall I be in the front or the back?
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Yes, we love our fat dog dearly.
[There, in his tipsy state, he decides that will put them off the track enough. And it's an excuse to get a dog as well. He loves dogs.
He leaves the work of loading the horses to Leon and indeed gives both animals pets on their snouts and along their neck. He steers Alaric away from the basket, though. He has plans for that fruit! Alaric and Ophélie can have apples when they get home.]
Hmmm. You be in front. You know the way better than I do.
[And Hector is perfectly willing to plaster himself to Leon's broad back and lean his head against his shoulder, you know, if he must.]
a quick tag before work!!
Our fat, sweet dog named Leviathan...
[ With the wheel and basket secured to Ophélie, and Ophélie secured to Alaric, he's ready to mount. Leon's head spins a little from his buzz, but it's fine. Taking the front, he adjusts himself forward to make enough room for Hector behind him. ]
Up you go.
[ A pat on Alaric's butt with his hand. But no, it won't work— he only realizes it once he's in the saddle. Hector drank too much. Before an attempt to mount can be made, Leon's already letting himself right back down, with Alaric watching them both, unsure of what the two humans are doing.
And it's a look of judgement, almost, because Hector's betrayed him by not feeding him RIGHT NOW. How dare he not spoil him...After both his boots hit the dirt, Leon assumes what he's trying to do is guessable, and positions himself beside Hector with his arms moving for his sides. ]
Sorry, I forgot. You first.
[ He braces himself to heft him into place, as Hector's tasked to at the very least get his foot in the stirrup. ]
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hector just a lil meow meow
he's a stray you fed, now you're never getting rid of him
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this is why dracula is insane
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sorry, apparently my computer ate my tag yesterday
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no walter tag tonight i am cucked by my lack of icons sorry T__T I SWEAR I WILL GET TO THEM SOON
no worries!
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leon in this tag: :o
premarital cuddling? /shockedpikachu.jpg
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we can start a new scene once this one wraps up!
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look hector it's the mirror you wanted!!
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just lil drac things 😬
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leon says: you were right to block my ex sorry he dmed you like that honey
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stinky return
oops, this is why you don't let your horny houseguest sleep in your bed
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will drop the bookie contents after your next tag!!
books books books books!
1/2 baby drac brings knowledge n drama...
2/2
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honey help i cant open the pickles
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so sorry for the wait! ;v;
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we can move to next scenes of witch hunty/angry churchy stuff soon!! i can make starter for that bit
sure!