[That will not do. Of course he stops pulling, fingers closing closer around Emet, blazing and protective.
He lifts the other man with invisible hands of aether, pushes him down in the pillows while still half buried on his soul, not a bit disentangling as he leans over him, pinning him.
He will kiss the tears on his cheeks and pour half his own soul into Emet, full of fire and darkness, blazing and warming and chasing the cold fear--not to eradicate it but to soothe and comfort, to give ease rather than to destroy the emotion. He is gentle. And he is forceful. And he does not let go of Hades's core even a little, though he keeps it cupped and safely deep in him, not trying to draw his soul's essence out, instead holding him shielded in his palms.]
Shh. Fear not. My beatiful Hades. No harm shall befall you within my hold.
Re: Day 296
He lifts the other man with invisible hands of aether, pushes him down in the pillows while still half buried on his soul, not a bit disentangling as he leans over him, pinning him.
He will kiss the tears on his cheeks and pour half his own soul into Emet, full of fire and darkness, blazing and warming and chasing the cold fear--not to eradicate it but to soothe and comfort, to give ease rather than to destroy the emotion. He is gentle. And he is forceful. And he does not let go of Hades's core even a little, though he keeps it cupped and safely deep in him, not trying to draw his soul's essence out, instead holding him shielded in his palms.]