There was just something in the way Winter said that that made Hex really,
really stop. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the look on his eyes or
the slope of his shoulders. All that, or none of it.
"My master, Aspid- He used to touch me that way. I didn't like it, but I
was his, I had no say. ...Now I am free though. I can say no if I want,"
Winter said quietly.
"Oh my god," Hex said softly, easing way just a little bit more. "If I'd
known I'd have never even put you in a position to need to say no. I'm
sorry, Winter. I...I'm sorry."
Everything for Hex, when it came to sex at least, revolved around
permission and consent. He couldn't think of anything more vile that
breaking someone's trust by doing anything without permission or consent.
"It's just...me. Just a mortal thing, I reckon," he said, not really
wanting to talk about Winter's suffering, nor his own hangups. He was
horrified at the very thought that Winter had been a slave. And a slave
like...well, not the sort of slaves he knew about.
Winter made a soft cooing sound, wriggling his way closer to Hex again and
settling in.
"Mortals are so odd," he said again, yawning loudly and searching for the
covers. "We should sleep, Hex. Let's not invite nightmares by speaking of
the past."
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There was just something in the way Winter said that that made Hex really, really stop. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the look on his eyes or the slope of his shoulders. All that, or none of it.
Hex rolled a little, moving away.
"Again?" he asked. "W-what happened before?"
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"My master, Aspid- He used to touch me that way. I didn't like it, but I was his, I had no say. ...Now I am free though. I can say no if I want," Winter said quietly.
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"Oh my god," Hex said softly, easing way just a little bit more. "If I'd known I'd have never even put you in a position to need to say no. I'm sorry, Winter. I...I'm sorry."
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"Why? You did no harm. I am here by choice," Winter peeped, looking puzzled and laying down.
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Everything for Hex, when it came to sex at least, revolved around permission and consent. He couldn't think of anything more vile that breaking someone's trust by doing anything without permission or consent.
"It's just...me. Just a mortal thing, I reckon," he said, not really wanting to talk about Winter's suffering, nor his own hangups. He was horrified at the very thought that Winter had been a slave. And a slave like...well, not the sort of slaves he knew about.
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Winter made a soft cooing sound, wriggling his way closer to Hex again and settling in.
"Mortals are so odd," he said again, yawning loudly and searching for the covers. "We should sleep, Hex. Let's not invite nightmares by speaking of the past."
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"That's a good idea, love," he replied softly, delicately putting his strong arms around the small pixie and he held on lightly. "Sleep well."