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Hector Δ the Follower

[hectorthefollower]

THE FOLLOWER

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[cupofzo]

He’s just like really cute and stuff.

[liriennoctis]

Stepping across the room to Hector, Lirien let himself be pulled into the hug and he returns it, pressing a purposefully obnoxious kiss to the side of the strigoi's face before he's pulling away. He has to admit, his head does feel a lot quieter with the other man present. "I'll have to make sure Thief is rewarded handsomely in apples for getting you here then." He's amused enough at the thought as he all too quickly goes from the floor of the shop to his office and back, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. "My day? Of arranging furniture on the shop floor over and over because I have convinced myself that it's going to matter and if I don't get it right, it'll ruin a customer's overall experience?" He perches himself on said furniture, a nice velvet upholstered couch that he thought was fun but not pretentious or gaudy. Setting the glasses down on the small side table, Lirien goes about pouring a decent amount of the O Negative into them. "Overthinking. Overthinking has been my day." And he allows himself to huff a little, exasperated with himself.

[hectorthefollower]

Δ "Carajo!" Hector chuckles, ruffling the fledgling's hair as he squeezes Lirien tight into their hug. Nearly picking up the taller man with how tight the strigoi was holding him. He had nearly dropped him too as Hector found himself bumping against one of the store displays. He quickly attempted to steady them both, careful not to knock over any of the pricey looking inventions placed about the store. Keeping an arm around the other vampire, Hector continues his line of questioning, the pride in his voice tucked between his hushed words. "It can't be all bad, pequeño."

"You forget, I'm a simple strigoi from a small farm." Hector was quick to add. "Everything you do is rightly amazing. Though, of course, I'm biased."

"Overthinking…" He begins to say, his hand gripping his shoulder lightly as the older strigoi gives him a little massage. There was no mistake, Hector was absolutely proud of what Lirien achieved here. He was happy the younger man was able to follow his dreams, but he'd hoped he didn't have to exhaust himself so much to get it. Giving a nod of gratitude towards Lirien, Hector reaches for the glass full of the vermilion delight in front of them. "You know there's no fault in taking things slow, people watching. A day off could do you some good, you know."

[talisa-the-steel]

“They are?” Talisa asked, her eyes getting wide at the thought of something so valuable. The horns from those wretched beasts were not the typical items she might seek out for her precious hoard, but she didn’t mind the idea of one being kept as a trophy: especially if they were so valuable. Immediately, she glanced down the shore to see if any of the rotten Kossith had washed up, but saw none in the immediate vicinity. Perhaps it was better that they all went down with their prison ship–at least Talisa hoped they had. The Steel quite enjoyed animals–she had owned many in Aetheron, big and small. 

“I do like horses,” she admitted, stepping forth to admire the steed. However, when a sugar cube was offered to her there was little need for him to stand between Thief and Talisa. Talisa so loved sweets–she had already popped it into her mouth to enjoy before Hector would be able to advise her against it or stop her. “Oh. I might need another one for–what did you say his name was?”

[hectorthefollower]

Δ "His name is Thief." Hector announces proudly, his mouth curling into a smirk to match the pride in his tone. "He actually has quiet the long name. Complete with middle names and even a few titles."

"But when he's around a busy dock like this, packed with people." Hector begins to say, his free hand fishing out a couple more sugar cube for the equine and the young lady. "His name is Thief Pickpocket Ladron. The third." He beams, leaving a slight pause between each part of the horse's full name. A smile is flashed once again while that same horse attempted to snatch both sugar cubes from Hector's palm.

"I enjoy horses too, used to raise them on my family's farm." Hector began to say, petting the side of Thief's face. "This one is from there, that's why he's so prissy and spoiled." He chuckles, guiding Thief away from his palm as he outstretched his hand toward Talisa, the second sugar cube safely in his palm.

[iamasaddie-deactivated20251105]

someone give that man some fucking aloe iodine! he needs it now!!!

[pedrohub]

Thot Stance™

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER in THE LAST OF US (2023— )

[hectorthefollower]

for: @scornfulcalypso note: sorry for the delay 🥺 location: nearest harbor in haven

The clip clopping sound of uncertain hooves against the wooden dock traveled in tandem with the sounds of a busy harbor. Hector, a modest strigoi of meh-modest means, found himself touring the docks along the more business savvy ports nearby Haven, hoping to hear word about any of those escaped from the Kossith ships and more importantly, any empty Kossith vessels for Hector to plunder. He hasn't had much experience in plundering, but if it was anything akin to the strigoi's methods, Hector would be sure to spare no inch of floating plywood called Dreadnaught. Thief had neighed loudly as the spray of the sea seemed to rise a little too close for the companion's comfort. He shook his head in disapproval.

"Alright, you prima donna, you can stay here.." Hector teased him, cautiously dismounting the horse, loosely tying Thief's reins onto one of the dock's masts. He then walks a few more steps towards the dock, noticing someone walking across the dock. There was something about her that piqued Hector's curiosity. Though, of course, small town boy from a farm in Astora that Hector was, anything without straw sticking from their clothing would garner the strigoi's attention.

"Ma'am.." He clears his throat, tipping his hat as the mysterious woman walked closer towards him and Thief's vicinity.

[iamasaddie-deactivated20251105]

tuyo

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL Materialists | dir. Celine Song

[iamasaddie-deactivated20251105]

every HARRY CASTILLO scene from Materialists [8/?]

[talisa-the-steel]

Who: @hectorthefollower Where: The islands where our buddies washed up When: When the scouts yoink the survivors off the islands! Notes: this took forever, I'm so sorry

Nothing interested Talisa about lingering on the rescue mission to pluck those the Kossith had kidnapped off their island after she had reunited with Nyla. Well, nothing but the promise of a new trinket. While others organized, she stood ankle deep in the sand with her arms crossed until a bit of movement caught her eye. She recognized Hector from Progress day right away.

Talisa lifted a hand to shield the sun from her eyes as observed him moving between bodies that had washed up. He seemed not to linger long, and she could not tell if it was because none of them had anything worthwhile or if he merely didn’t want to get caught. But perhaps if she helped him, there might be some sort of reward in it for her. The majority of the bodies that had washed up were Kossith, and if Hector was doing what she thought he was, she had no qualms with looting those particular corpses. Of course, she absolutely did not wish to touch them. 

“Oh, hello,” she trilled after walking down the beach to approach him. “Sadly, I don’t think the prospect of rescue for this group is especially strong.”

[hectorthefollower]

"I must admit, I might have been looking for Kossith corpses. Their horns could easily go for a couple hundred gold each. It'll be a pain to store them while on horseback." Hector muses aloud, tipping his hat to the woman greeting her. It had been a while since the two had their fortunes read. And while Hector was certain his fortune could have been a precursor for meeting the man Roderik, but alas, that wasn't how that journey went. He retrieves a sugar cube from his coat and offers it towards his horse, Thief, petting the underside of his chin as the woman continued forwards.

"At least you can meet my horse now, I don't believe I had the pleasure of introducing him to you yet." Hector reaches for another sugar cube in his coat and hands it to Talisa, Thief's ears raised upwards in alert at seeing the woman in front of them. The cautious attitude seemed to quickly subside as Thief was now determined to reach the sugar cube from the strigoi's hand before it reached Talisa - all the while, Hector's shoulder tried it's best to come between him and the sugary snack.

"It quite the extraordinary circumstances for introductions but better now than never."

[blightedmikhael]

“I am never going to live down that introduction, am I?” He asks needlessly, gaze sweeping to the heavens in resignation as a sigh escapes him. For a moment he considers explaining that the ‘of Maferath’ aspect of his name is less proper naming and more a reminder of his origins so as to not forget himself. He is no noble, has no true last name for himself, just the name given to him by his mother. Mikhael is who he is, and Maferath is a reminder that he acts to make his faith proud and to overcome the weight his father’s very existence places upon his shoulders. For a moment he considers mentioning this, but then dismisses it out of hand. 

Not only does he think Hector would still choose to act as he does, but he also is altogether not in the mood to discuss his own origins all too extensively. 

“Ah, yes, because friendship is a currency that can be used for goods and services,” he deadpans, but smiles in resignation at the comment. Wasn’t he considering letting the other go for that very reason? Despite himself, he had found himself fond of the thief, so he supposes he isn’t entirely wrong. 

[hectorthefollower]

"If people aren't quoting the very words you've spoken, have you truly introduced yourself to anyone?" Hector pontificates in faux wonder, the exaggerated flare of his wrist joining his words. Joining the corner of his smirk is his brow, lifted in a curiosity. He hadn't considered himself the adventuring type before helping the band of misfits on their journey. Though it seemed as though, torturous as it was to walk in the dry heat and bright daylight of the desert, the journey did ignite a sense of novelty within the strigoi. The novel feeling Hector had felt during his very first thefts and schemes seemed to be ignited once more in that temple.

"You can't say it hasn't been terribly great to meet me. It'd be bad manners if you did, you know." Hector chimes, propping himself from the wall he had been leaning on. "You know, I've been thinking of doing a bit more traveling of my own. I could use a familiar face to talk to, makes time pass by quicker." Hector offers, taking a few steps besides Mikhael, his steps and body circling the other man, his expression light humored and chummy, yet expectant. "And it'd be great to have you meet Thief. He's practically family but not much of a talker."

[blightedmikhael]

“Your first name would still remain the same,” he muttered with a roll of his eyes as he stood a few feet from Hector, a reproachful frown on his face. He has enough of a vague awareness of the city layout to know that Veil of Veins is close by, and despite the horrific events that recently took place in Aventia, there should still be enough people out and about that openly fighting the strigoi would likely be a bad idea. And even without the logic of it all, Mikhael was tired. He had fought for his life next to this man, trying to get his God to listen to his pleas and help Lysara and yet all he had gained from his efforts was heartache and the seeds of doubt. Seeds that only grew as they returned to Lysara only to find the news that the Kossith were moving against Haven. 

He knew he needed to go to Haven, for the town had aided refugees when they had arrived in Lysara. He owed them a debt that ought to be repaid. Still, he had taken the contract to hunt down Hector so at the very least he could try to gather more information about the man for the next time they saw each other. “Why did you join the expedition anyway? It’s not like there was a high monetary reward for you.”

[hectorthefollower]

"Well, it's a nice name. And a strong name like Mikhael was already taken. Mikhael of Maferath, now that's a name." Hector grins at the other's direction, his attempt to stall his perp walk. Although, with the way the other man seemed to encourage the strigoi's rambling, it seemed to Hector that he would walk away from this scot-free. Depending on how much more the other man would enjoy chatting the day away with him. If things would go south, Hector did have a couple of hiding spots he go stay in before making his way out of Aventia. He'd have to figure out a way to sneak his horse, Thief, from the city once he'd have to return for him.

The question earns a raised brow from Hector. He hadn't expected the treasure hunt in the middle of the desert to be as impactful to himself as it was. Of course, the company found was impactful to the strigoi on its own. But there was always a curiosity about the possibility of a grateful deity bestowing its bounty to the mortals incurring its wishes. No one could blame Hector if he thought they were rescuing the shiny and expensive looking treasure inside, right?

Hector shrugged at Mikhael, his assumption of their trip through the desert leaving his face. "My reasons are my own, little soldier." He begins to say, "And I didn't leave there empty handed, I believe I made some very nice friends too, don't you think?" Hector's gaze is playful as he nudges Mikhael with his elbow.

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[liriennoctis]

Person: @hectorthefollower Location: Lutes & Lyrics It wasn't really part of the plan, to buy the store, and he mostly had selfish reasons for doing so. The invention of the record player within the last decade had been an exciting thing to see and he'd quickly found himself perusing the store just about every day. It made sense to strike a deal with the old owner when he'd talked of retirement, he'd run the place himself if it meant he could continue his collection. "You're early." He points out over his shoulder at the sound of the bell on the door ringing as he stands near the corner of the shop where he'd gotten a very nice rug and a few couches to set up by one of the record players. He'd moved the set up around a few times in the last hour on account of the vibe just wasn't quite right. Or he was overthinking it. Looking to the clock on the opposite wall, he clicked his tongue and ran a hand through the back of his hair as he looked to the strigoi almost sheepishly. "I'm late." It wasn't like him to lose track of time, especially not for something like drinks out with Hector. One of the few people he can't just bat his eyelashes at and be forgiven, Hector was probably the closest thing to a parent he had.

[hectorthefollower]

The store was a curious meeting place, but Hector remembers meeting stranger men in stranger places. Hearing the notes pulled through the trumpet-like fixtures of the curious looking machines on display, Hector smiles warmly at seeing Lirien walking towards him in a bashful fashion. He extends his arms towards him, expectant of a hug as so many parents do before bringing Lirien in for a hug. "Don't you fret too much."

"I would have came later, but Thief rode towards here like a bat from hell. Poor horse might have missed feeling the firm ground after being stalled in the snow near Haven."

To see his pseudo kin walking to their meet late wasn't surprising. A bad habit that Hector could have unfortunately passed down to Lirien, being a thief with light fingers on a slow and heavy hand. Hector hadn't been one to chide anyone for being tardy, a strigoi like himself was very familiar in the distractions one could find within Eterna, but it didn't stop the teasing thought from entering his mind.

"But of course, this is not to say I wouldn't mind some compensation." Hector winks. He pats Lirien on the shoulder before walking towards one of the record players, admiring the intricate design. "Maybe telling me about your day and I'll see if that'll be sufficient payment for your tardiness?"

[kokoluwie]

Is he trying to kill me?