hector.
the familiarity of the laugh resonates above the lively chatter that filled the room, and has her head turning in a spur of déjà vu. he’s preoccupied, entertaining a couple of nobles, which spares her a moment to recover from shock and prepare a witty remark. so, of course, when his company steps away, and he turns in her direction, her lips press into a thin line, speechless. why should she be the bigger person in that instant ? instead, she offers the glass meant for gaia, a daring brow raising ever so slightly. ( @hectorhq )










