*DIRTY BUSINESS.

This is an independent roleplay blog for Hector Escaton from Westworld.  This blog is semi-selective, please read rule s before interacting. Multi-verse. Multi-Ship. 

[escatcns]

@hellbentwidow​

ohh,   that’s an image she’d like to get out of her mind as soon as possible.  she’d like to get Micah in general out of her head,  but it’s a bit difficult with how much he hangs around the camp.  it’s like the lazy bastard only lives to criticize everyone else while refusing to look at himself.  he reminds her of the O’Driscolls.  it wouldn’t surprise her if he was actually working with them behind everyone’s back.

“my  huntin’  has  always  been  comin’  along  fine.  been  doin’  it  since  i  was  eight,  in  case  you  didn’t  know,”  she doesn’t mean to get so defensive,  but it’s instinct.  she tosses her feet onto the nearest table,  leaning comfortably back into her chair.  “lots  of  game  to  hunt  here.  you  wanna  come  along  sometime?”

——— a chuckle leaves him as he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “i meant no offence, of course, you must forgive my lack of attention. i fear with everything going on your hunting skills must have slipped my notice.” 

             he feels bad, he just assumed it was a new skill acquired when she joined the gang, but he should’ve known better — though his mind has been on other things. “i’d love to. you’d probably be better company than half the men here. they do like to tell the same stories over and over. i feel like i could iterate how dutch and hosea met word for word.”  

[escatcns]

want to revamp my garbage husband, so like for a smol starter? 

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maevc‌:

             A sigh of relief left the woman & quickly, the door got unlocked, a hand pulled the man by his suit inside & locked back again for safety. Maeve looked at him, lips parted with a concerned expression, then she finally crossed the distance & jumped into his arms to kiss him passionately. She cannot lose him. They’ve taken so many people from them already ; friends, family & more than anything her own daughter. 

Her hold tightened around his shoulders then slowly rested her heels back on the floor. Hand trembles slightly only to brush the man’s beard, words stuck in her throat. 

“ You can’t stay here, ”      & though, when did Hector ever followed rules for Maeve ? 

——— there’s a flicker of confusion where he doesn’t know whether to pull her closer or push her away. she knows him, which is more than he can say about himself at the moment. everything was still so blurry and contorted that he wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

            “you know me?” he asks, uncertain. the woman clings to him in a way that is familiar and not at the same time. “is that why they sent me here? to find you?” 

[escatcns]

want to revamp my garbage husband, so like for a smol starter? 

[escatcns]

I miss my boy

[gildedinferno-a]

‘   such   a   beautiful   dream…   so   poorly   rendered   ‘

@escatcns ❤’d

[escatcns]

——— hector gazes wide-eyed at the man in front of him, “my friend, i don’t understand.” 

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gildedinferno‌:

seating   himself,   steadily.   he   gave   a   smirk   before   he   started   to   explain   his   plans   —   a   simple   bank   robbery,   but   the      take   was   more   than   any   other   outlaw   would   have   guessed   of   such   a   small   town,   ‘   it’ll   be   quick,   ain’t   too   much   security,   cause   ain’t   no   one   knows   about   the   amount   of   money   they   have   stashed,   besides   us,   and   my   information’s   good,   i   promise   you.   ‘  

——— hector nodded, “i believe you, my friend. who you planning on taking?? please tell me you’re letting me get some of the action.”  he was always one to keep himself in the loop, as high up the chain as his skills would allow — and the only was to do that was to continue to be useful. 

[mrsbutcher]

          Uncertainty. That was all she could remember as far as this war started. The boots of them clacking against cobbled street always gave her chills. Each night, when the night came down, she locked herself inside, her daughter perfectly asleep in her bed upstairs. Then she would turn off the lights, only a futile candle by way of light, curtains off. She had friends in town, some from the right side of that war - herself involved in Resistance. She could die but heir disgusting hands any day, but she was willing to take the risks; it was surviving or dying. 

A knock on the door was enough for Maeve Millay to pull a drawer & grab a gun. Wary, was an euphemism. Milice happened to be even worst than Nazis. Those bastards had no pity for the rest of them all. Her fingers tightly wrapped around the gun, Maeve moved closer to the door & murmured,      “ I shall read the newspapers tomorrow.”      Codes, always codes. They will only get a safe access inside if they replied the right way. 

season 3 based plotted starter.  @escatcns

[escatcns]

——— there was still an uncertainty about him, hector still found himself unsure about the whole situation. he knew it was right, but he was so unsure about who he was that he couldn’t find certainty in anything else. he only remembers the harsh light of the room he woke up in and no ideas how he got there. and now he was here, following the command on those who had found him. 

        he raps his knuckles on the door, stuffing his hand back in his pocket as he waits for the answer. he recognises the phrase and the answer comes automatically, “for the news tells us of the things to come.” 

[mrsbutcher]

ind. sel. priv.  slow as fuck. 

                                 Hector Escaton & Maeve Millay 

                                                                     from HBO’s Westworld 

                             “ Time to write our fucking stories, darling.”  

barely programmed by Stacey & June

[gratifiedsin]

’  my  oh  my,  ain’t  life  grand?  ’

@escatcns ♡ 

[escatcns]

——— “either you just bedded a woman or you have a good plan, but i know the chances of the first thing are slim to none so why don’t you tell me what you have up your sleeve?” 

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hellbentwidow‌:

for the first time in a while, Sadie actually laughs genuinely and amused, grinning in his direction and nudging his shoulder with playfulness in her actions. “you know, i wouldn’t be surprised. a man like that– got nothin’ goin’ for him in appearance or personality. ain’t even got the money to make up for it. a girl would have to be completely wasted to end up in bed wit’ him,” it’s said with a scowl, a disgusted shiver running down her spine. it’s fun making fun of Micah, but she’d rather not talk about him at all. she hates that bastard with every ounce of her being. after all, he’s the one responsible for burning down her home and he didn’t bother leaving her alone when she was trying to process her trauma.

“anyway… enough about him. if we keep talkin’ ‘bout him any longer, i might throw up on your boots.”

——— her laugh is appreciated and hector is glad to see that he’s brought some joy to the young widow, her life had been dark for so long that he thought it high time she start living again and he could see that slowly, she was. 

             “even than i do not think he would impress,” hector had met his fair share of bad men in his life and he definitely considered micah to be somewhere near the top, “perhaps he’d just be better off keeping himself to his hand so no one else has to suffer.” 

              he nods in agreement, “you’re right, we should not speak so ill of those who are in need of charity, tell me how is your hunting coming along?” 

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maevc‌:

__________ His chuckle was everything, everything that she had waited for. It felt so genuine, out of context but maybe that was that kind of life who was waiting for them outside ? If she was getting a glimpse, then she’d sing it in right away. Maeve can’t help but reaches for his mouth, her fingerprints running lightly on his lips, moving slightly to the corner to end with his beard. 

“ A home… We don’t even know where we’re heading to, but I guess homes are universal. I doubt Sizemone could live in anything not remotely luxurious so my guess is that you’re right. ”      She wanted all of that, yet she has no idea what could happen. When she had run to the train, hints hit her everywhere, but certitude didn’t remain. It looked the same, but all different.      “ Whatever happens, I’ll protect you. ”     & maybe it sounded a little too independent for his taste, but she had proven her strength & skills more than once already.  He didn’t seem to mind that much though. 

What did she want ? Truly a question she wasn’t asked often, or like never as far as she could remember her host life. She mulled on his question for a while, shivering under his touch & then closing her eyes because it felt too good to ignore. The woman purred, like a cate, a content smile plastered on her face, then slowly opened them lazily,       “ I’m getting used to this treatment… I enjoy it, us, you. I want us to be happy, & stand unafraid. ”

Her palm was still cupping his face, she brushed her skin against his then once again, closed  her eyes slowly to kiss his lips.      “ What I want is… our love to never die. ” 

——— hector feels so utterly peaceful he almost feels as if he is not here at all, that his mind had wonders somewhere beautiful while he has not been paying attention, but her skin thrums with warmth beneath his touch and he is beautifully reminded that he is here. 

             “he probably has a larger home than he knows what to do with,” he agreed, though something about the little man was decidedly off with hector, yet he keeps that assessment to himself as the man had been somewhat helpful so far. I’ll protect you, the words sit right with hector — after all was it not she who had got him this far ?? without her he’d still be mindless, stuck in their cruel games. “your protection has gotten us this far, no? i have faith in you.” 

           his heart squeezes, but its not painful — its pure joy and awe that somehow they have gotten here, to a place where they have found something so real after discovering that they are not. his hand moves up to her neck and he pulls her in for another kiss, slightly longer this time before he rests his forehead against hers, “i think that’s something that we can agree on.” 

[memories]

The day I started posting about #maevc was the best day of my life.

[escatcns]

hellbentwidow‌ / SADIE. 

“ha! yeah, you ain’t wrong. but i ain’t fucked up enough to engage in cannibalism. i’ll leave that for the folks up in the mountains,” she snorts, taking the cigarette with a nod of gratitude, inhaling a long drag before passing it back to him. “only reason he brought anythin’ in is so he can brag about it. men like him need validation for everythin’ they do.” she’s glad Hector isn’t like that. 

——— hector shrugs and gives a small chuckle, “maybe that's a better idea, besides i’m sure pearson would taste of piss-poor whiskey and that wouldn’t make a nice stew at all.” he watches her take a draw before taking the cigarette out of her nimble fingers and back into his own. he considers her assessment for a second, agreeing with it mentally — micah was the needy type. the man would sit up and roll over if it meant that he’d get a good boy from dutch.

            “you think he’s trying to compensate for lack of praise in other areas?”  he asked with a wiggle of the eyebrows so that she’d catch his meaning. hector had heard micah speak of his conquests and found them mostly unbelievable,  the man wasn’t much to look at, there was no way he’d had that many women. 

[escatcns]

“could you read it again?” from Maeve's daughter

CUTIE IN MY ASKBOX.

——— a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his lips, book laying open in his lap and the girl tucked under his arm. he watches as her eyelids droop, clearly tired. he gently strokes her head, heart feeling so full at how much this girl trusted him, how comfortable she had become around him in such a short period of time. it was undeserved, that much he was sure of, but it warmed his heart all the same. 

          “alright,” he agrees, “but next time i think you should read a story to me, no? seems fair.” 

[escatcns]

“ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ”

PINTEREST SENTENCE STARTERS. / @agirlofwinterfell

 ——— hector never expects much out of rookie’s, he remembers all too well the days when he was a rookie himself. he didn’t tend to be biased — knew too many strong women to be anything other than in awe of the opposite sex — but he’d be sceptical of anyone whose CV read dancer and then cop underneath. the girl — arya stark — was well bred and a well-known name and he really had no idea what she was doing here. 

             she had been impressive so far, though there had been nothing huge since the rookie’s started, arya had proven herself to be more than capable in what she was doing. that’s how she ended up here, with hector on a stakeout, under the guise of training. but really, hector knew better, they had given him a rookie in the hopes that he wouldn’t go off the rails like he normally did. though he didn’t see a problem with his practices, he hardly ever had an unsolved case. 

           “that so kid?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. he’d asked how she came to be a cop — and wasn’t entirely sure if that answered his question or not, “what did you have to be so angry about?” 

[escatcns]

" Oh my God, don't die on me ! "

CLEARING OUT MY ASK BOX / @maevc

——— the world fades in and out of view, his eyelids droop heavily as he tries too focus on maeve, hovering above him. his eyes flick to the side, the man dead and her daughter safe. hector feels cold and yet does not at the same time, he’s keenly aware that he’s drawing his last breaths and it should hurt, he thinks, but he does not. 

           his hands shake, but he still manages to bring one up to cup her face, determined to feel the softness of her skin for one last time. he’s glad she’s here because all this time, all his sins, had him convinced he’d die alone — which terrified him to no end, but she is here and he does not feel afraid at all. 

           he wants to apologise, but really she always did deserve better than what he offered, and the words can’t seem to form in his throat, because he can’t be sorry for the time he’s had with her, selfish perhaps, but he always was. he remembers every detail with clarity and he clings to those memories now, the one bright spark in a life of darkness. 

             breathing becomes difficult and he wishes that anna was not here to witness this, she’s too young to see such things. but he had saved her, had given his life in place of hers and hector thinks that it might just be his greatest accomplishment. he hates the pain in both of their eyes and wishes keenly that he could somehow find the words to tell them its okay, it was probably a long time coming and he more than deserved this. 

            but he cannot find any words really, and he frowns disappointed, when he feels his hand fall away from her face, having lost the strength to be able to keep it up there. his lungs burn as he struggles to hang on, just to have a few more seconds to stare at this woman who he loved more than anything. his just stutters and he exhales for the last time, finally finding the strength to speak. 

              “’i’ll see you in the next life.”