The call comes loud and joyous. It's followed soon by laughter as a grinning skeleton descends from the side of a giant flying cat to run up to the boy and hug him tight.
Given Peter's life being chaos, and the fact that months ago the entire world temporarily forgot Héctor Rivera existed in a consulted magical scheme by some other guy no one remembers now to steal Héctor's music, it's probably been a time since they've seen each other. But whatever Peter's been up to (trouble, fighting crime in a nearby city to Santa Cecilia, or a far off one, more trouble), Héctor's happy to see him now.
He lets go and nods his head at the rising castle. "Pretty cool, huh? The things magic can do..."
Notably, besides being in particularly good spirits, he doesn't seem afraid to be seen as one among the dead anymore. Thank goodness for the fall of the veil. Maybe Peter's even heard about his trip home (finally) or the fact that the rights for his music have all been returned. Though there's one thing he probably hasn't heard about. Héctor's hand reaches up, touching the side of the boy's face where the shatter-cracks have spread enough to make Peter like porcelain.
castle!!!!!
The call comes loud and joyous. It's followed soon by laughter as a grinning skeleton descends from the side of a giant flying cat to run up to the boy and hug him tight.
Given Peter's life being chaos, and the fact that months ago the entire world temporarily forgot Héctor Rivera existed in a consulted magical scheme by some other guy no one remembers now to steal Héctor's music, it's probably been a time since they've seen each other. But whatever Peter's been up to (trouble, fighting crime in a nearby city to Santa Cecilia, or a far off one, more trouble), Héctor's happy to see him now.
He lets go and nods his head at the rising castle. "Pretty cool, huh? The things magic can do..."
Notably, besides being in particularly good spirits, he doesn't seem afraid to be seen as one among the dead anymore. Thank goodness for the fall of the veil. Maybe Peter's even heard about his trip home (finally) or the fact that the rights for his music have all been returned. Though there's one thing he probably hasn't heard about. Héctor's hand reaches up, touching the side of the boy's face where the shatter-cracks have spread enough to make Peter like porcelain.
"You have not been doing well," He says bluntly.