[The cuddling is extremely cute! He just strokes Emet's hair gently until they fall asleep.
And normally he would be A Little Shit and lie on the ground for a while, but he's actually excited to do things together! So he catches up to him in the clearing. Wearing Amaurot robes and all.]
Not to brag or anything, but I still think we've got the best scenery here.
[Said with no arrogance or malice, just stated as if it were simple fact.
He reaches out and takes his hand and when he does, Hythlodaeus will be able to see the color of his soul and the shimmering brightness of the aetherial sea above them. And as beautiful as all those souls are above them, Hades eyes are fixed on him.]
[He starts to reach out to take his hand at almost the same time, and squeezes it gently, leaning a little closer to Hades. Hythlodaeus himself looks up at the sea above them, drinking in the sight, and there's a kind of serenity that returns to him that isn't usually there in Imeeji. He can feel the eyes on him, too, but he can guess that Hades needs to watch him just to reassure himself that this is real.]
[He looks at him in surprise before remembering that right, he can actually do things here... He squeezes Hades's hand back, and he'll find his vision getting even sharper, things that had been only suggestions before now very clear, the intertwining of colors and brilliance all the more discernable.]
... There you go. I think you'll probably enjoy it.
[He huffs out a laugh as he closes his eyes to concentrate. His form does swell as it always does. Taller. Lanky. A second set of eyes and arms, which he does use to scoop him up. He doesn’t put his silver mask over his face as he changes, but the rest is as it ever was.]
[He looks absolutely delighted at the transformation. It's been a long time! And he clings to Hades's arms happily, leaning onto him to look up with adoration.]
It's always such a treat to watch you transform. You're beautiful, Hades. Although I do feel a tiny bit nervous now that my own form wouldn't be so impressive.
Small or large, grand or mundane, each has a place on our star. That is what makes it so beautiful.
And that aside, I will adore it regardless of the form you take.
[He brushes a finger across his cheek and opens up his aether to him if he desires it. He could create it out of nothing in the dream, but Emet wouldn’t mind giving him his either.]
[He smiles, a little flustered at the praise, and does draw on Emet's aether. He does know he doesn't actually need to, since this is a dream, but it feels more intimate this way. He's never crafted a form for himself before, so it's all instinctive. Closing his eyes, he lets the change take him, and...
His own form is slightly built, too, his skin almost translucent but with a hint of iridescent patterns adorning it. His hair grows out much longer, too, a braid matching a pattern of diamond shapes that goes down his back. His face changes as well, a second pair of eyes appearing (similarly to Hades) and his features shifting, more drawn and angular now, a mask reminiscent of some kind of animal's skull covering it. The outfit he ends up with looks like a floor-length flared dress, the bottom edge of which rolls like the seafoam in a maelstrom. Oh, and don't forget the pink fronds around his ears that are reminiscent of a certain creature they used to call ambystomas in Ye Olden Days.
Hythlodaeus hums, looking himself over with curiosity, then turns back to Emet. He's probably shorter than him like this, but he looks taller than he is with how thin he is.]
[He runs fingers over his skin careful not to catch claws on anything. Down his arms, up his back, and eventually across his cheek to behind his ear.]
Beautiful.
[He makes a move to kiss him, but instead takes a step back and twirls him seeing if that flared dress will spin out. But he will reward him with a kiss after he pulls him back in.]
Truly it is a marvel how someone so wonderful can have such doubts.
[More arms is just more ways to wrap around him, right? And pet him of course! The longer arms do brush against his ankles as he holds him close, all eyes focused on him.]
And I doubt you will mind if I sample a taste.
[Kissing his cheek and then biting and licking down his neck.]
[It's TRUE, please do hold him in as many arms as possible. Ancients were just a culture of monsterfuckers.
He laughs happily at the attention, but at the same time he can't help feeling flustered - something that Emet must be able to see easily in this form. He tips his head back slightly to give him better access.]
Ah-- is this the part where you "devour" me, then?
[One of his smaller hand presses lightly on his back between his shoulder blades. However, he does dig his nails in. It doesn't tear or scratch at skin, but instead pierce his aether searching for the core of his soul.]
[He gasps as Hades pierces into his aether, growing still and shuddering, but manages to turn it into a chuckle.]
But they don't have to know what we do together...
[And as Hades digs deeper into his aether, there is little to no resistance, apart from what might be called shyness; there are things Hythlodaeus worries about him knowing about, all those moments of anger or disdain or other negative emotions.]
You should tell them. If only for the look on their faces.
[At the shyness he does pause. Not because he thinks Hythlodaeus is unwilling, but he wants to make sure he is comfortable. That every care is given to him. Thus he brushes up his aether into him, mingling, pausing to ask the question.
Come now, I'm not that cruel... But I do agree it would be amusing.
[He takes a deeper breath, bending his head against Hades's shoulder to make himself relax. He does want to share and he doesn't want to hide, but there's some residual fear that having an uglier side to himself would disgust Hades. But the fear is nowhere near as strong as it used to be; he does trust his friend, completely. He just needs a moment.
Well, you know how it is. It can be quite scary to open up, can't it?
What's bared when he finally lowers his defences... are all the times in Imeeji that he's been angry with other people, sometimes not just angry but furious, even at Hades and Lahabrea. And something of a flipside to them, the times when he found it so easy and natural to think of people as... almost tools, or pawns maybe; noting their thoughts and reactions and effortlessly coming up with ways that they could be used.
Such thoughts scared him and he'd never acted on them (almost never), but they were there, they are there, and to counteract them he's always forced himself to be a good person, beyond what was natural even for him. But even for Hades, Lily, Lahabrea, Serenity, all the people he's close with he can think of ways to use them, provoke things in them - and wouldn't it be interesting and amusing to see? And sometimes his compassion feels artificial to him; does he really feel it? Doesn't he merely force himself to feel it?
... I'm sorry, Hades. I don't think I'm as good a person as you think I am.]
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And normally he would be A Little Shit and lie on the ground for a while, but he's actually excited to do things together! So he catches up to him in the clearing. Wearing Amaurot robes and all.]
Not to brag or anything, but I still think we've got the best scenery here.
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[Said with no arrogance or malice, just stated as if it were simple fact.
He reaches out and takes his hand and when he does, Hythlodaeus will be able to see the color of his soul and the shimmering brightness of the aetherial sea above them. And as beautiful as all those souls are above them, Hades eyes are fixed on him.]
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... It's beautiful. I really do miss seeing it.
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[He squeezes his hand and looks up.]
Control of the dream is yours as well. Would you show me?
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... There you go. I think you'll probably enjoy it.
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But then his fingers slip from his hands to find his waist and tug him closer. And his gaze is intently on Hythlodaeus and the color of his soul.]
Breathe taking.
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As are you. Sometimes I feel as though I could watch you forever.
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[He cups his face and kisses him gently on the lips.]
Now, you were going to show me something. Or do you want a demonstration first?
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[He smiles into the kiss, nuzzling Emet's cheek briefly after they part.]
Oh, I would certainly like a demonstration first! I might get nervous otherwise, you see.
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[He huffs out a laugh as he closes his eyes to concentrate. His form does swell as it always does. Taller. Lanky. A second set of eyes and arms, which he does use to scoop him up. He doesn’t put his silver mask over his face as he changes, but the rest is as it ever was.]
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It's always such a treat to watch you transform. You're beautiful, Hades. Although I do feel a tiny bit nervous now that my own form wouldn't be so impressive.
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And that aside, I will adore it regardless of the form you take.
[He brushes a finger across his cheek and opens up his aether to him if he desires it. He could create it out of nothing in the dream, but Emet wouldn’t mind giving him his either.]
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His own form is slightly built, too, his skin almost translucent but with a hint of iridescent patterns adorning it. His hair grows out much longer, too, a braid matching a pattern of diamond shapes that goes down his back. His face changes as well, a second pair of eyes appearing (similarly to Hades) and his features shifting, more drawn and angular now, a mask reminiscent of some kind of animal's skull covering it. The outfit he ends up with looks like a floor-length flared dress, the bottom edge of which rolls like the seafoam in a maelstrom. Oh, and don't forget the pink fronds around his ears that are reminiscent of a certain creature they used to call ambystomas in Ye Olden Days.
Hythlodaeus hums, looking himself over with curiosity, then turns back to Emet. He's probably shorter than him like this, but he looks taller than he is with how thin he is.]
Well? How do I look?
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Beautiful.
[He makes a move to kiss him, but instead takes a step back and twirls him seeing if that flared dress will spin out. But he will reward him with a kiss after he pulls him back in.]
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He chuckles as he kisses back, wrapping his arms around Emet's neck. Alas, only one pair of arms for him!]
I'm glad it's to your taste. I suppose even I can admit it's a rather fetching form.
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[More arms is just more ways to wrap around him, right? And pet him of course! The longer arms do brush against his ankles as he holds him close, all eyes focused on him.]
And I doubt you will mind if I sample a taste.
[Kissing his cheek and then biting and licking down his neck.]
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He laughs happily at the attention, but at the same time he can't help feeling flustered - something that Emet must be able to see easily in this form. He tips his head back slightly to give him better access.]
Ah-- is this the part where you "devour" me, then?
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You did want us to be closer. Would you ask for it?
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I would, and you know it. To be held not just in your arms but in your soul - what more could I wish for?
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Might I ask then about boundaries. Expectations. You have other paramours and I do not wish to overstep.
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Mmh... You know that just makes me curious what is it that you wish to do that would be overstepping.
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I wouldn't want them to be jelaous.
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But they don't have to know what we do together...
[And as Hades digs deeper into his aether, there is little to no resistance, apart from what might be called shyness; there are things Hythlodaeus worries about him knowing about, all those moments of anger or disdain or other negative emotions.]
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[At the shyness he does pause. Not because he thinks Hythlodaeus is unwilling, but he wants to make sure he is comfortable. That every care is given to him. Thus he brushes up his aether into him, mingling, pausing to ask the question.
Show me. You don't have to hide.]
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[He takes a deeper breath, bending his head against Hades's shoulder to make himself relax. He does want to share and he doesn't want to hide, but there's some residual fear that having an uglier side to himself would disgust Hades. But the fear is nowhere near as strong as it used to be; he does trust his friend, completely. He just needs a moment.
Well, you know how it is. It can be quite scary to open up, can't it?
What's bared when he finally lowers his defences... are all the times in Imeeji that he's been angry with other people, sometimes not just angry but furious, even at Hades and Lahabrea. And something of a flipside to them, the times when he found it so easy and natural to think of people as... almost tools, or pawns maybe; noting their thoughts and reactions and effortlessly coming up with ways that they could be used.
Such thoughts scared him and he'd never acted on them (almost never), but they were there, they are there, and to counteract them he's always forced himself to be a good person, beyond what was natural even for him. But even for Hades, Lily, Lahabrea, Serenity, all the people he's close with he can think of ways to use them, provoke things in them - and wouldn't it be interesting and amusing to see? And sometimes his compassion feels artificial to him; does he really feel it? Doesn't he merely force himself to feel it?
... I'm sorry, Hades. I don't think I'm as good a person as you think I am.]
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