[He is soothed. He always is in Lahabrea's presence. Though even moreso as he coated in his soul.
He's panting underneath him and he opens his eyes which doesn't remember exactly when he squeezed them shut. He's exhausted so he doesn't respond physically, but he does respond aetherically. Without hindering Lahabrea's movements he clasps the fingers, the talons around his own core just lightly coating them in his color.]
[There is a smile, felt in his soul, but really all he does is keep soothing, petting and holding and gathering Hades against him.
And very gently he probes deeper. Not to unlock or lay bear trauma, simply sinking warmth into him, into his core, into every scrap of his soul. Reassurance. Gentle comfort. Trying to reach those things that need it most.]
[He whispers his name softly letting his eyes fall back shut.]
Were we not supposed to soothe each other. Together. I don't believe I can keep up.
[Throwing his aether around him like a net and tugging him down flush to him physically. He'll let Lahabrea control the pace of intimacy with their souls.]
[He kisses Emet's jaw and lips lightly as he's pulled down, fingers stroking through his soul at a leisurely pace now.]
You say as if I am not soothed holding you thus. To have you here in my hands is more relief and comfort than words can express.
[Though he does try to share that feeling, the peacefulness just holding Emet brings, to share the truth of it, show that it is not empty words but true relief.]
[Slipping his arms around his waist bonelessly. Basking in that.]
I know. I know it does.
But I know your soul aches as well.
[He can't do any more than lazyily brush against him with his aether having been too spent with the kindness murder Lahabrea enacted earlier. So it is simply slow and lazy and tired touches but they do not lack in their own adoration or affection.]
And what exactly were you planning before my stamina ran out?
[Sometimes you must simply murder a man you love and enjoy every moment of it. He keeps up the gentle caresses in turn, humming softly. Mischief in his soul with the fondness.]
There are matters we've both pushed aside. Too busy and too afraid to deal with. I can still feel it, aether, my aether slipping through my fingers. I will never be able to forget it.
[But he pulls them out, infinitely careful, gentle, not leaning any damage in his wake, retrieving his own fire but urging Hades to come along, to flow into him.]
[He does sink in. Letting his form fall away to simply rest within Lahabrea's soul. It's not a merge, but he does feel as if he's a float in a warm sea. And he wants nothing more than exactly that at this moment.]
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He's panting underneath him and he opens his eyes which doesn't remember exactly when he squeezed them shut. He's exhausted so he doesn't respond physically, but he does respond aetherically. Without hindering Lahabrea's movements he clasps the fingers, the talons around his own core just lightly coating them in his color.]
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And very gently he probes deeper. Not to unlock or lay bear trauma, simply sinking warmth into him, into his core, into every scrap of his soul. Reassurance. Gentle comfort. Trying to reach those things that need it most.]
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[Throwing his aether around him like a net and tugging him down flush to him physically. He'll let Lahabrea control the pace of intimacy with their souls.]
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[Though he does try to share that feeling, the peacefulness just holding Emet brings, to share the truth of it, show that it is not empty words but true relief.]
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But I know your soul aches as well.
[He can't do any more than lazyily brush against him with his aether having been too spent with the kindness murder Lahabrea enacted earlier. So it is simply slow and lazy and tired touches but they do not lack in their own adoration or affection.]
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[And he can't find the words so he just holds him.]
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[Gentle, probing. He is patient, but curious.]
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But if I may soothe you, help you, ease you, tell me. Ask me. Let me. Only when you wish. Only if you are ready.
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[He pushes with his soul asking for entry.]
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[But he pulls them out, infinitely careful, gentle, not leaning any damage in his wake, retrieving his own fire but urging Hades to come along, to flow into him.]
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[He does sink in. Letting his form fall away to simply rest within Lahabrea's soul. It's not a merge, but he does feel as if he's a float in a warm sea. And he wants nothing more than exactly that at this moment.]
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[He is protective, and gentle. Keeping Hades held within himself with all his love, happy to cradle him gently for all the night.]
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Thank you, my love.
[And he does curl up within Lahabrea's soul, petting it, but nestling down to rest.]
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[He is rather content having Hades curled in his soul, like a cat on his chest, something to hold gently and pet and keep cozy.]