#bornforfate

                                     The winds of March that make my heart a dancer                                         A telephone that rings, but who's to answer?                                                   Oh, how the ghost of you clings                                             These foolish things remind me of you

Send 💋 to smooch my muse | Still Accepting

They’d been destined to be together– time and time again finding each other in the face of death and those who would seek to keep them apart. It was funny, wasn’t it? How their situation seemed to, literally, be fate. Tied together with a bright red string that they could follow no matter what tried to drive them apart. –perhaps that was why there was such a look (even if it was faux) on Lyta’s face when Hector simply pressed a little peck against her cheek. That was it? That was all? Her fingers laced with his– tugging him close to her.

“Hector, I can’t believe you– just a little kiss on the cheek is all I get? After all this time– I don’t think so, lover… you get over here”

Their lips entwined– and her fingers tightened in his grasp. She loved him– she nearly delved into madness every time that she had lost him. Wouldn’t even look at another man for years when she’d lost him the first time. The only thing that kept her from dwelling solely on him the second time? Was Daniel. But he never had left her mind– she desired the feel of his lips, the touch of his hand, his skin. Waking up day after day next to him and knowing that he was always going to be there by her side. Hector completed her. He was everything she had ever wanted in her life– and all that she ever needed.

Also Hector Hall: Excuse me, did you just look at my wife???? >:/

"...Hector?" She wasn't sure if she was breathing- wasn't sure if she could manage to do anything than whisper his name as she saw him. How many times had he come to her in her dreams? How many times had she hoped and prayed that he'd return to her. Tears welled in her eyes-- reddening as she fought them back. How? --Oh, really, that didn't matter. She didn't care about the hows at this point- she had wanted this more than anything. 

Hector was her world- Hector and Daniel-- but she'd lost him once. She'd lost both of them once. Well, really, she’d lost Hector twice. She thought it had been three times- and that shattered her world- it cast her into a continuous void of self destruction in hopes that she’d be able to feel again. No one understood what she’d been through, and really? How could they? It's only a moment-- a moment until she was holding him tightly and pressing her lips to his. Choking back soft little sobs as her hands pressed all over his chest, shoulders, and face. She wanted and needed to know that he was real.

This was new. For once, he was entirely in the dark about someone, ever since he met Talia-- and he needed to see her again, regarding that nanosuit. He flashed his ever-present winning smile to the person in the golden helmet, and flicked a Grayson-esque two-finger salute.