#sofya x hector

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{chapter eleven: 6} hector & sofya.

Hector: *hearing the echo of someone actually raising the alarm for his heist, he grinned briefly at first, hearing the obvious anger in the voice and then realized he was suddenly very exposed. Damn redheads, they'd be the death of him, his father always said so. Looking around briefly, he needed to act quickly before the voices grew closer.* Sorry m'lady-- *he snatched her, arms wrapping around her waist easily and moving her backwards and sideways, against the wall of a corner that was thankfully obscured in shadow. He whispered a spell to keep her limbs pinned to the wall-- he had very fragile equipment he didn't want kicked. And the swords too. Pressing a hand against her mouth, the other holding her waist down, he whispered a shhh near her ear. He'd have traded a couple of acorns for knowledge of the silencing spell right at that moment, actually. He was too pretty to go to prison.* Sofya: *She had been about to respond again, wrong-footed by his comments--but undeniably amused and delighted, when the alarm clearly went up. The echo made her swivel, scarlet strands whipping around before she felt his arm. Her exclamation swallowed in his palm, she struggled--lifting her foot and stamping down on his toe. It was a vague attempt at the back of her mind to get her heel to strike through his boot. Unsuccessful, she continued shaking her head, startled to feel the spell snapping her limbs in place--Hector was muggleborn. Her hazel eyes went wide. Muggleborn, and judging by his instant reaction, the one they were looking for. Heart pounding, breath catching, she hastened to quell fear...only to realize she didn't feel any. Yes he was muggleborn, yes he was clearly there illegal somehow, but all she felt when he hissed that she shush in her ear was aggravation and frustration. He was tall, his weight and warmth against her stifling. There was dirt on his rough hand; the tight muscles she'd been admiring suddenly becoming the weight of manacles around her, body pressed against his as he crouched them in the shadows. Her nose wrinkled, making another insistent squeal against his tight palm, struggling to breathe, eyes narrowed in anger at him. He had one minute, before she used her own spells on him, and she wouldn't be so kind as to merely restrain him. Sofya's eyes made that damn clear.* Hector: *Of course she would have put up a fight, should have known better really, but he was momentarily surprised that he was deriving some enjoyment from it. Maybe it was her glare, yes, combined with the heavy exhale from her nose as her chest rose up and down against his, a rather naughty sort of rhythm if you thought about it.* Fiesty. Suits you, m'lady. *he commented only after the guard had moved past him and the alleyway, voices and footsteps growing fainter* I would beg pardon and say I'm not usually this forward but, I am. *he grinned in wicked delight, winking once* I trust m'lady can liberate herself from her magical bindings. *he then took his hands back, bowed in a mocking sort of way before he whispered a spell for disillusionment, still uncomfortable with the feeling of cold water sliding down your back as it took effect.* By your leave, m'lady. *except of course he didn't actually wait, he left the shadowed corner of that alley and started for the forest- it'd be safer to leave through there, Karyn could get out of there well enough herself, she just had to bat her pretty lashes and request an escort out of there, surely. He didn't have quite the same advantage.* Sofya: *The. nerve. of. him. Her breath still heated, she instinctively tried to lift her knee into him. Seeing his wicked delight made her want to bite his hand, though she had only succeeded in barely pinching skin between her teeth by the time he'd withdrawn. Her words were instantly snapped through a scowl* Touch me again and you're drawing back stumps, Hector. *She didn't care for the familiarity in that moment, much rather would have insulted him but as she only had the knowledge he was muggleborn to find a slur with--and had a natural distaste for such language--she didn't. Instead she hopped off the wall after freeing herself, frustrated he was already running into the cover of woods and promptly started running after him, following without a care in the world for what had happened. She didn't give a damn about catching him for the sake of the court--only about catching him and at least hitting him for imprisoning her so. He didn't get to do that. Nor did he get to enjoy it so much. She refused. She hopped over a branch, still running, her long legs finally assisting her in something. And all the ladies at court said she was too tall.*

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{chapter eleven: 3} hector & sofya.

Sofya: *Her brother, for all his charms and niceties, could sometimes be the most aggravating prat in the world. Oh sure, his intent was to keep her safe, keep her out of harms way--but as at that moment it involved keeping her completely uninformed--she did not approve. Did he imagine she was deaf and ignorant of events? Did he think she couldn't handle herself? She was seventeen now, and more than aware of the fragile position their uncle was in and what it had done to her family name. These thoughts and others less polite chased themselves in circles as she decidedly changed directions, walking around the armory and ducking into the alley way behind it after a few minutes. Let the boys (and Leah--she remembered with a smug moment of delight for her cousin) continue their games of whacking each other with steel, she didn't want to interrupt them. No, what Sofya wanted was information. Which...she suddenly was presented in the sight of someone falling to the ground with obvious practice at hoisting-themselves-through-windows, and she straightened her back in surprise, less than fifty paces from him now. Opening her mouth to shout out, she thought better of it, even though her eyes stayed wide. Her question was hesitant.* What exactly are you doing--? Hector: *he froze in place for a moment as he heard a voice behind him as he closed the window. Turning around, he attempted to gather his wits and come up with an excuse. A feat that was only proving to be more difficult by how gorgeous the girl was. And redheaded- it's like someone up there knew his weaknesses. God, he knew they weren't exactly on the best of terms but did the Lord almighty up above have to be so cruel?* M'lady. *well, that was a start. Even if the word was not one he was accustomed to saying. He gestured to the armory* I was polishing some armor when I locked myself in, couldn't get out. *Yes, good, that was quite brilliant of him.* I'll just be on my way then. Sofya: *As he turned around, Sofya was surprised to realize he was so close to her own age--having oddly thought he was much older than that from the back. It was his build, he decided, trying to focus on the matter at hand--his build, and the tone in his arms, these were irrelevant facts. Her gaze cast up to the window, and then she looked back down, still walking a few steps forward, closer to him. While his story could be true, she thought it was still a story for a few reasons, the least of which being his expression and the words she couldn't help herself from uttering with a healthy skepticism.* You locked yourself in? ...from both doors? Hector: *It was too much to hope that she would be a dainty and ditzy little creature, he realized soon enough. She was not buying a lick of it, or probably a lick, but definitely not a swallow.* ...there's two doors? *of course there was two doors, but if he was going to play the fool, he'd better play it convincingly. He chuckled, channeling whatever nervousness he'd ever had as a young boy, into that little exclamation* I didn' think to look, terribly sorry m'lady. I'm jus' a poor farmer's boy, whut do I know? *How to turn weapons into nuts. And vice versa.* Sofya: *Both her eyebrows arched a bit at his remarks, amusement crossing her lips in spite of herself. She hadn't seen him here before--but then the court employed hundreds of servants, she didn't expect she'd recognize all of them. Regardless, this boy was, at the very least funny. And his grin struck her in an odd way, making her smile at him even as she continued to ask suspiciously* ...are you having a go at me? *She lifted a hand to her hair, not knowing why she thought there was more going on here than it appeared. Maybe she just wanted there to be. She wanted to prove to her brother she was useful, after all. And this boy...his exclamation had made her laugh.* I'm not so easy to fool, Mr... Hector: A go at you, m'lady? Never. *shakes his head, having to bite down on his lips to keep a remark at bay after having licked his lips subconsciously. No wooing on a mission, there would be time for that later...well, obviously, not with this pretty number but ah well. Chasing highborn tail was his uncle's thing. Actually, uncles, though he had never met the other one.* Hector, m'lady, and trust me, you look the farthest thing from a fool. *his lips twitched- oh he needed to keep his mouth shut. Whoops. Last one.*