AMoS Chapter 5-3

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Title: A Moment of Stupidity Part 5: 1535 - 1568
Rating: R for language, and mentions of RAPE and M/M SLASH. Don't like, then don't read.
Disclaimer: Castlevania and its characters and situations are the sole property of Konami. I am making no money or profit off of this fanfiction and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: AU. What if Joachim Armster had lived through his fight with Leon Belmont? What might have been different? Well hang on, because Joachim is going to tell you all about it. From his kidnapping and forced turning to his rescue from the ruins of Walter's castle, and from Trevor's birth and to Richter's death of old age, he tells all - and blames it all on Leon while he's at it.
Section Summary – Part 5 goes from Trevor's funeral to Liron's death.

3.
Healing

Hector, I quickly learned, was the complete opposite of how I had been after Walter had died. He preferred being the dark, due to, I found out after he woke screaming from a nightmare, that Actose and the others (I assume the other children.) carried lamps into his tiny room whenever they came to torture him, so he saw light as a precursor to pain. Nightmares of course, did happen, but with nowhere the frequency as they had with me.

Instead of being frightened of touch, he craved it, and he hated being left alone. Just waking alone without me nearby could easily drive him to tears, and he insisted that I sleep beside him every night after that first time. I resisted at first, but despite my lack of feeling for him, I quickly learned that I could not resist him when he cried. It made it worse that I could feel through the bond that he felt that I was rejecting him, and of course, I couldn't let that continue. I always ended up scooping him up and rocking him to sleep and lying down beside him while he slept. Leaving him to hunt was difficult.

In that regard though, things did begin to ease up, after about six weeks or so. His intake dropped from four feedings a day down to three, which did makes things easier for me. I still needed to hunt from Silvanus and Kerwin's territories to keep him fed, but I didn't have to go out quite as often. He still bled heavily after every feeding, but it also began to decrease. Still, I was worried when he showed no other improvement.

"He needs time, Joachim." Silvanus patiently explained. We were seated in the library, and Hector was asleep in my arms. I normally avoided having him in the library, but he hadn't been sick in several days, so I was less worried about blood on the books. "He's healed about as much as he can. Only once that is done can he begin to gain strength."

"But it hasn't even been two months yet." I said. "Surely he can't be done healing already?"

"It appears so."

"Does that mean that... the damage.. is bad? That he'll be this way forever?"

Silvanus nodded sadly. "Likely so."

I slumped down in the chair and had to be careful not to drop Hector. Him falling to the floor would probably hurt like hell and would start him crying again, and I had heard enough of that. He whimpered in his sleep, and I spent a moment soothing him. When I looked up, Silvanus was giving me a knowing smile.

"What?"

"Oh Joachim, I think you care for Hector far more than you're even aware of."

"What does that mean?"

Silvanus said nothing. Instead he only smiled at me again, stood up, and walked quietly out of the room, squeezing my shoulder as he went. A few minutes later, I felt him leave my territory, and I sighed and stood up to carry Hector to bed. He woke as I was changing him, and like normal, he reached out to me, wanting to be held.

"Not now, Hector." I said tiredly. "I need to go hunt so I can feed you." He shook his head, but I simply tucked him into bed, leaned over, and kissed him on his forehead. He tried to grab a hold of me when I went to stand up, but I simply pulled his hands off of me and walked out of the room. He started to cry quietly as I went.

I could feel his distress as I hunted, and to be honest it grated on my nerves. I had just gone out to hunt, not abandoned him to starve or anything. I returned to the house after a few hours to find that he had cried himself to sleep, though I could still feel his distress. I didn't want to wake him, but it had been hours since he had last fed, and he couldn't afford to go without.

He grabbed a hold of me when I picked him up, and his eyes opened as I lowered my head to feed him. He still had to be fed with blood kisses, though he was strong enough to swallow without me forcing the blood down his throat. Once he had drank all he could, I went to lie him back down, but he shook his head and whimpered.

I sighed in annoyance. "Hector, you need to sleep, and you don't need me in here to do it." He shook his head again and refused to let go of me, which forced me to pull his hands off of my shirt. He reached out to me as I stepped away and began to cry when I went to leave..

I paused in the doorway, but I didn't turn around to look at him. "Hector." I said firmly, "That is enough. I'm just going into the other room, now stop your sniveling and Go. To. Sleep!" I walked out of the bedroom then and closed the door a little harder than I intended, which only prompted Hector to cry louder.

I retreated to the library, which unfortunately shared a wall with the bedroom, so I could hear Hector loud and clear as I sat down in front of the fireplace. I looked up at Trevor's painted face and sighed heavily.

"I can't do this, Trevor." I said as I rested my elbows on my knees and held my head in my hands. "Kerwin was out of his mind when he suggested I find a child. Well, I've got one, and he's driving me mad."

Hector was still carrying on, so I opened my end of the bond wide and mentally snapped Enough! Be silent! Immediately, his cries quieted, instead being replaced by quiet little whines and sniffles, the sounds one makes when trying not to cry and failing miserably. I huffed and laid out on the couch, hoping to get just a little rest...

… only to be snapped back to full wakefulness when Hector started up again, louder than before. I snarled and stood up. "I'm going to kill him."

I stalked back into the bedroom, and Hector went to reach for me again when he saw me, but then he froze, and his eyes opened wide.

"Shut up." I snarled. "I tire of your squalling. Do you understand me, Hector?" He looked at me for a minute, and then he whined. I growled angrily, started to raise my hand and... stopped.

Hector was staring at me in horror, shaking.

He was afraid of me. I could feel it through the bond and see it in his eyes, and my anger just vanished then. I never, ever wanted him to have a reason to fear me as I once feared Walter. I dropped my hand to my side, took a few deep breaths, and stepped up to the bed. He cried out when I scooped him up, but I ignored it as I quickly had him settled into my arms, and I sat down in the nearby chair. I summoned a blanket and wrapped him in it, and I felt my heart ache with guilt when he looked up at me fearfully, trying to keep silent.

"It's all right, Hector." I whispered. "It's okay to cry." I held him closer. "I'm sorry, little one. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm sorry that I scared you. I never want you to be afraid of me." I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked at me with a trembling lip and watery eyes. "It's all right, little one."

Hector squeezed his eyes shut and hid his face in my shoulder, and I could feel his tears soaking through my jacket. A second later, a quiet sob slipped free, followed shortly by another, until he was crying freely as I rocked him. I hummed a quiet tune and sent feelings of care and comfort down the bond to him, but I otherwise let him cry himself out.

"Please don't be afraid of me, Hector." I whispered when he began to quiet. "I swear that I will never hurt you. I want you to feel safe with me."

"I'm sorry that I'm so much trouble." Hector said tearfully. "I know you don't want me."

"Don't apologize, little one. You can't help it that you're sick. And I do want you. I may not act like it, but I do."

And I did, I realized then to my surprise. I did want Hector. Yes, his crying and clinginess were driving me out of my mind, but I still cared about him, and I still worried over him. He snuggled closer to me, and I smiled faintly and kissed him lightly on the top of his head. "This is your home now, Hector, for as long as you want it."

"You really want me?" he sniffled. "You're not just saying it to keep me quiet?"

"I really do." I smiled gently at him and opened the bond wide so he could see for himself. He went still for a moment, and then he burst into fresh tears as a wave of relief flooded the bond from his end. I cradled him and hummed quietly as he cried himself out, and after a few minutes, exhaustion caught up to him. I held him for a bit longer before I tucked him back into bed. Even in sleep, he reached for me, and I only hesitated for a second before I laid down with him. I tugged him over to me, which prompted him to snuggle in, and pulled the blankets over us. Hector sighed quietly and went still, and the bond settled down into a quiet hum.

"Goodnight, little one." I said quietly as I closed my eyes, and he sighed quietly before he went still again.

Maybe, I thought as I dropped off to sleep, Maybe, this will work out after all.

******

Things were quiet for the next few weeks. Hector continued to feed every eight hours or so, and he still spent most of his time asleep. I did, at one point, patiently explain to him that when I left the house I was just going to hunt. I wasn't abandoning him, and no one could come onto my territory without my knowledge, so there was no chance of Actose stealing him back. That was a source of many nightmares, and knowing what I knew about Actose, Hector had every reason to be afraid of that.

One thing that Hector wished for I couldn't give him, not matter how much he begged and cried. He wanted to go outside, which was out of the question due to it being so cold out. Winter was upon us, and the ground was already covered by snow. Even inside, I had to cover him with nearly every blanket in the house and keep the bedroom fireplace roaring around the clock, but even that wasn't enough to prevent his shivering. Dressing him had to be done quickly, and bathing him consisted of just a quick wipe down with a damp cloth, since it was too cold for a full bath.

"As soon as it is warm again," I promised, "I'll take you outside. Until then, it is just too cold for you, little one."

He also wanted to see the sun, but that was definitely not possible with him being so young. I honestly didn't know if he would ever be strong enough to stand in the sun actually, and the only one in the area who might know would be Ladislas. I couldn't travel to meet him though; it would have been too long and cold of a trip for Hector to make, and I couldn't leave him alone that long. Ladislas and Rachim lived in a castle on the farthermost western edge of his territory, and he had the largest territory of all the vampires. To my knowledge only Silvanus had ever been to Ladislas' home.

One night, after I had hunted and fed Hector, I reached out to Silvanus and asked him if there was a way to get in touch with Ladislas. He responded to ask me why I wanted to, and I told him. He sent back that he would see what he could do. I thanked him and closed the link. I then climbed into bed next to Hector. By then the two of us slept next to each other under the blankets, to better keep him warm, plus I had noticed that when I held him at night, he was less likely have a nightmare.

In the morning, I was up just before the sun, so I could hunt again before Hector woke. Once that was taken care of, I returned home to have a bite of breakfast, but I had barely sat down when I sensed Ladislas standing on my borders, seeking permission to enter. I was surprised, but I invited him in, and he appeared on my doorstep a few short minutes later. I invited him inside and asked him if he wanted to join me for breakfast, but he declined.

"I cannot stay for long." he explained. "I don't dare take Rachim out in this weather, so he is at home, curled up in front of the fireplace, so I don't have long to stay."

"I appreciate it." I said. "I wasn't expecting you to come by to be honest."

"So Silvanus said you have a few questions for me?"

"I do." I walked with him into the library and invited him to sit. "Has Silvanus told you about my child?"

"He has. A Devil Forgemaster that you claimed as compensation from Actose. Badly starved, severely abused, and likely ill for the rest of his life."

I nodded. "It occurred to me that I really don't know what to expect from Hector, and I figured that you would be the best one to ask."

"Expect in what way?"

"He wants to see the sun. Will he ever be able to do that? Will he always be tired and spend most of his time sleeping? Will he always be dependent on me?"

Ladislas sighed heavily. "It is not easy, when you realize that your child will never be strong. To answer your questions, no, your little one will never be able to live without you. If something were to happen to you, someone else would have to take him in and care for him. He'll never be able to take care of himself. As he heals, he will be able to be up and about, though it will take quiet some time for him to get to that point. It was over a century before Rachim could walk without assistance from me, and even now, he cannot do it for long. You child, fortunately, was rescued sooner than mine was, so he will gain strength faster than Rachim did. And yes, at some point – I cannot say when – he will be able to go out in the sun, though doing so will make his bleeding worse."

"Why?"

"Because the sun is harmful to us. You and I are strong enough to resist it. You child will eventually be able to resist some of it, but never all of it. If he's out in it too long, it will burn him."

"And he will always bleed?"

"Always. The amount will slowly decrease over time, but I honestly believe it will never stop. Rachim still bleeds, over two thousand years after I found him again."

I felt a disturbance from the bond then: Hector was waking up. A few seconds later, he seemed to pick up on Ladislas' presence, and pure terror flooded the bond from his end. "Excuse me." I said as I stood up. "Hector is awake, and he thinks that you're Actose, here to steal him away."

Ladislas snorted in derision. "I could see Actose doing that too."

I quickly walked into the bedroom, where I found Hector lying in bed, shivering in wide eyed terror.

"It's all right, Hector." I soothed as I wrapped him in a blanket and scooped him up. "Actose isn't here." He grasped a hold of my shirt with both hands and buried his face in my shoulder as I carried him out of the room. The rest of the house was chilly, but he needed to see Ladislas before he would believe me. I carried him into the library and sat down with him on my lap, and he kept his face hidden. Ladislas smiled sadly; it was a scene that I'm sure he was all too familiar with.

I ran my hand through Hector's hair. "Hector, I need you to look up, little one. Actose is not here; there is no one here to hurt you or take you away."

"No, little one." Ladislas said quietly, and I felt Hector jump at the unfamiliar voice. "Your master is quite right. I am not going to take you away, and I most certainly do not intend to hurt you." Hector turned his head slightly then, so he could peer at Ladislas with one eye, and I felt him relax slightly, though he was still very wary of this stranger close to him.

Ladislas stood. "If there was nothing else...?" He looked at me, and I shook my head slightly. "Then I should go. Rachim will be expecting me back soon."

"Thank you, Ladislas." I said. "I would see you to the door, but.." I shrugged, and he laughed quietly.

"I understand perfectly." he said with amusement. "Silvanus can contact me if you have any more questions, and have hope, Joachim. You rescued Hector sooner than I rescued Rachim, so he has a better chance of recovery."

I nodded. "Thank you again."

Ladislas showed himself out, and I returned my attention to Hector to feed him.

******

As the winter dragged on, Hector was content to stay under his blankets and sleep. He whined in protest whenever I had to bathe him or change his clothes, and I often had to hold him close under the blankets to warm him back up afterward. I could not sense his Forgemaster power, not at all, and I wondered if he had sealed away again, or if he was just too weak. I also wondered what had happened to all of his little friends. Had he killed them all, like he had done before? Or had Actose done it for him? And how exactly had Actose gotten his hands on him to begin with?

So many questions, but Hector was in no shape to answer them. He showed no improvement over the cold winter months, and there were times he was so tired that he slept through baths and changings. On at least one occasion, he slept through a feeding. I knew it was the cold making him even more tired and sluggish than expected, and I hope he would improve once the weather became to warm up. It was just as well that the cold kept the Belmont children from camping out on my porch; I didn't have any time to pay attention to them. Despite the cold, I still had to hunt frequently to keep Hector fed. The only real good news at that point was that his nightmares seemed to have stopped, something that relieved me greatly. Hearing him cry in fear as I tried to comfort him made my heart ache.

So I was surprised when I woke up and found myself not in my bedroom, in my own bed, but in a dark, damp room that smelled of water and moss. I shivered in dread for a moment, but no, it wasn't my prison under Walter's castle. It was somewhere else. The space was completely dark, not even my vampiric sight could see anything, but my nose could pick up the sharp, pungent smell of advanced decomposition somewhere nearby. Oddly enough, it didn't seem as strong as it should have been. I shivered again as fear settled around my heart and felt like a rock in my stomach.

My breath hitched, and I felt my heart drop when I heard faint footsteps, distant at first, but then slowly moving closer. After a minute or so, I saw a sliver of flickering light under what appeared to be a doorway on the other side of the room. I tried to scoot away from the door, but the feeling of something pulling tight around my neck stopped me, and I realized that I was chained to the floor.

The footsteps paused on the other side of the door, and a second later, I heard a lock opening, followed by the door opening on creaky hinges. Light flooded the room, and I had to turn away from the painful brightness, but that allowed me to see the source of the decomposition. Nearby lay a pile of various creatures, all looking as though they had been dead for quite some time. The two closest to me were still recognizable as a violet dragon about the size of a large dog, and one that looked like some kind of demon. The sight made my very soul burn with pain, and I turned away from the sight and looked back at the one that had come into the room with me.

It was Actose, and the look on his face, one that promised hours of pain, made me shiver as he raised his fist and opened it to show me what he was holding.

"Your last attempt to get someone to find you failed." he said, and I could see the crushed, lifeless body of a small fairy in his hand.

"No," I whimpered as he tossed it aside to land with the rest, and tears began to blur my eyes.

"Yes," he said as he set the lantern down on the floor and knelt between my legs, which were also chained to the floor. "You're never leaving here. I will keep you down here for as long as it takes for you to realize that you are mine. I will never let you go."

I closed my eyes in despair and laid my head down on the floor as I heard him undoing his pants. I braced myself for the pain that was about to come, and I ...

… heard a scream, but it wasn't my voice. I jumped and sat up in bed to see that I was back in my house in my own bed, and two things occurred to me at once. One, that the scene with Actose had been a dream, and two, that Hector was lying beside me, screaming. I pushed the nightmare to the side and turned my attention to my terrified child.

"Hector," I called his name as I gently shook him. "Hector. Wake up, little one. It's not real. It's just a nightmare. Hector!" I shouted his name, and it was enough to finally startle him awake. His eyes flew open as I sat him up, and after a second, he seemed to realize where he was. The screams turned into hysterical sobbing, and he hid his face in my hair, wailing, as I held him close.

"It's over, little one." I said as I gently rocked him back and forth. "It was just a bad dream. I've got you, and you're safe." A few seconds later, I heard him gag, and I summoned a basin that I kept for just that purpose and turned him to face it just as he threw up. I held him up with one arm around his shoulders and used my other hand to gently rake his hair back from his forehead as he paused for a breath, cried for a second, and then threw up again.

Finally the heaving stopped after about a minute, and once I was sure that his stomach was empty, I banished the basin to a stand in the corner to be dealt with later, and then I summoned a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, nose, and chin. I then tossed it aside and pulled him close to me. I felt his too thin arms wind around me, and I rocked him and stroked his hair as he sobbed into my shoulder. He was crying so hard that his chest was spasming, causing him to take short, involuntary breaths that he seemed unable to stop.

"He... he..." He took a breath with a quiet whoop! as his chest spasmed again.

"Shhh," I whispered. "Calm down, little one. I'm not going anywhere." I felt a brush across my mind from Kerwin, asking if everything was okay. I sent back that Hector had had a nightmare and that I had experienced it too, but he was now awake, and I was trying to calm him down. He apologized, and I felt our bond narrow down to its normal level.

I don't know how long Hector cried, but eventually he exhausted himself, and he began to quiet and fall asleep in my arms. I laid us down and pulled the blankets back over us, not caring about the blood that had dribbled out of his nose and mouth and onto my shirt. He whimpered quietly, but he didn't wake as he curled close to me and tucked his head under my chin as was his habit. I tucked the blankets around his shoulders before I brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him on the top of his head. As I dropped off to sleep, I hoped that he wouldn't have another nightmare like that.

When I woke in the morning, Hector was still sleeping soundly, and he didn't stir when I slipped out of bed to dress and hunt. When I returned an hour later, he was rubbing his eyes sleepily as the thirst roused him, and he reached out to me when he sensed me nearby. He made not a sound as I fed him and changed his clothing, but once he was redressed and tucked back into bed, he began to talk.

"He killed them all." he said quietly, and I looked up from where I was tending the fire.

"Them?" I asked. "Your Innocent Devils?"

Hector nodded faintly, and I felt a soul deep ache from his end of the bond. "They all attacked me at once. There were so many of them." He voice wavered, and I heard a sniffle. I stood up from the hearth and walked back to sit on the bed beside him. He didn't reach out to me for once. Instead he kept his face hidden in the blankets. "I killed three of them, but then he managed to kill my battle type."

Battle type Innocent Devils, if I remember what I had read from Walter's books correctly, were the heavy hitters of the group, and could be used as shields by their master if need be.

Hector continued, and I could see tears gathering in his eyes, which were squeezed shut. "Without Harland to hide behind, I had to keep dodging them, but there was so many of them! I just became too tired to keep evading them, and then he killed my Indigo, who had been the one keeping them away from me. He managed to grab me, and he said that if I didn't send them away, then he would cut my heart out." I didn't need to ask who "he" was; I was pretty sure I knew.

Hector began to cry, and I took one of his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I hesitated, because I knew they were the only things between me and them, and he growled at me and dug his claws into my chest. I screamed and dismissed them all, and he held onto me as they ripped my clothes off. He said that I was beautiful and that I would be perfect replacement. He threw me to the ground, and they, all of them..." Hector turned his head to completely hide his face, as if trying to deny what had happened to him, and I reached out, grasped him under his arms, and pulled him up onto my lap. He grabbed a hold of me and cried into my shoulder, and I said nothing. I knew how he felt to some degree, since I had also suffered a painful gang rape at the hands of Actose and his children, but I had had hope that Walter would rescue me. Hector had not had that.

Despite my silence, the bond let me know that Hector found my arms around him comforting, so I just held him as he cried himself out.

"I tried to get away." he said after a few minutes. "There were so many of them though, and at least a few of them were always up and about. Whenever I thought I had a chance, I would run away, but he always caught me. He said the bond would always tell him where to find me, and every time he caught me, he would use the bond to force me to summon one of my devils so he could kill it in front of me. Then he would lock me in the cellar for a while."

I had never been so murderously inclined towards Actose as I was at that moment. Aside from the torture and forced turning that he had inflicted on Hector, there was the killing on Hector's Innocent Devils. A Devil Forgemaster used his own life force to bring them to life, and it was power he could never get back. Doing so created a connection between the Forgemaster and the Devils, and killing one was akin to the snapping of the bonds between vampires. The book I had read years ago said there was a way for a Forgemaster to kill them himself without the pain, but that method was known only to the Forgemasters themselves.

I held Hector closer as he continued his tale. "I tried to get a message out to Lord Belmont in the hopes that he would come for me, but he always caught the devil that I had sent as a messenger and killed it, until he had killed my last one. He told me that I was his, that he was never going to let me go, and that he would keep me in the cellar until I learned." He dissolved into tears again, and I thought about asking hi how he had gotten away for a brief moment, before I decided that it wasn't the time. Instead I held him until he cried himself to sleep, but I couldn't bring myself to put him back to bed, not with the way he was still clinging so desperately to me. Instead I wrapped him in a blanket and cradled him in my arms while he slept.

******

Time continued its slow march forward, and after what seemed like an endless wait, spring finally arrived. It was a joy to wake up in the middle of the night and realize the sound that I had been hearing was rain falling gently on the roof and pattering against the window glass, instead of the snow that we'd been having. Slowly, the snow melted, the ground began to thaw, and the days and nights became warmer, until I was finally able to keep my promise to Hector.

Six months after I brought him home, after bathing him, dressing him, and feeding him, I asked him with a smile: "Are you ready to go outside?"

He looked in me in surprise – even his mouth fell open – and after a moment, he asked: "Really? I can?"

I smiled at him again. His welling joy was flooding the bond, and I couldn't help but be affected by it. "Yes, it's now warm enough for you to go out. So, are you ready?"

He smiled, the first time I had seen him do so. "Yes! Yes, I want that! Please!"

I laughed and draped a blanket around his shoulders, and he reached up to me, wanting to be picked up. I scooped him up, and I hugged him close for a moment before I carried him out of the bedroom, through the living room, through the front door, and out onto the porch. It was nearly midnight, and the quarter moon was high in the sky when I stepped down off the porch and into the yard. Hector tilted his head back, and a warm breeze ruffled his hair as he stared up at the starry sky.

A rush of emotion filled the bond then: joy, wonder, relief, and a touch of sadness.

"I.. I never thought I'd see the sky again." he said quietly as the night sounds went on around us. The leaves rustled in the trees, and an owl hooted nearby as he reached up arm out of the blankets and up towards the sky. "It's so beautiful." He dropped his arm and curled against me. "Thank you."

I kissed him lightly on the head. "You're welcome, little one. Now, are you ready for bed?"

He shook his head slightly, but then he yawned. "Do we have to go inside right away? Can we stay out a little longer?"

"Well, I don't see why not. Why don't we go sit on the porch?"

Hector nodded eagerly, so I carried him up the porch steps and settled down on a carved wooden bench that Trevor had made with his own hands years ago. The house roof extended to cover the porch, so we couldn't see the sky, but Hector didn't seem to mind. He snuggled against me, laid his head down against my shoulder, and closed his eyes, while wearing a small, contented smile. I returned the smile, though he couldn't see it, and drank in the peace and quiet.

Despite the fact that I hadn't wanted a child, and that he drove me mad off and on, I realized that I was slowly coming to love Hector. After just six months, I couldn't imagine my life and house without him. I gently tucked his arm back under the blanket, and he sighed softly and nestled down into it. A few seconds later, I felt him fall asleep.

I kissed him on the forehead, and he smiled faintly in his sleep, and then he went still again. I stayed on the bench for a bit longer, before Hector shivered slightly, which told me that it was time to go back inside. It was decently warm out, but it was still a bit too chilly for him to be out in it for too long. I carried him back inside and into the bedroom, and I tucked him into bed before I moved to one of the windows and opened it a crack. The fresh air rolled into the room, and it seemed to banish the chill that had filled the structure since the previous fall. Hector made a little sound of contentment, and I chuckled quietly. I then dressed myself for bed before I laid down beside him, which, like normal, prompted him to inch over to me and snuggle in.

"Goodnight, Hector." I whispered "I love you."

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