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[He slips free of his mortal form leaving Five with an empty chair and his gathered men and women.

If lust can be attributed to heated turbulence, this is calm like a bottomless stilled lake wrapped in a thousand blankets and a strong embrace. Vast. Endless. Easy enough to drown in for an eternity.

Where his mind begins and Hades' ends is a fickle thing. Some thoughts he will easily recognize as his own. Others, well, if he had doubts how much he was admired or how proud of himself he should be for both academic and personal endeavors, they fade away. Any doubts of Hades' love and the anchored weight of expectations he's placed upon him. All parts of both their mind laid bare if they only wished to dig.

Hades does not speak. He does not have to. He simply invites him in to be adored and comforted much as he is seeking the same. And there of course, is Zodiark, but would he be able to even distinguish that voice from Hades' own.]

[ It's incredible to think that he's not only allowing something like this, but actively wishing for it, inviting it. He never would have thought it possible - not when the idea of Hades' being able to perceive his thoughts had been something he was worried about the first times he let him into his body. Now? Now it's something of a relief.

How else would he be able to express just how much he means to him? How he feels he's been saved by him, when he was at his worst. How he's given him just as much hope as Five gave to him, how he made him wish for a future he himself could enjoy - made him think of living, and not just surviving. There's love and affection and adoration, possessiveness, a certain sense of pride in being his, and of course his wish to protect him. To ensure he would never have to suffer again, to soothe his wound and be there for him always.

Of course there's no space for fears and doubts when they're joined like that, and even the presence of Zodiark seems to be just normal, right now. Something there to the back of his mind that he can't bother to worry about, not when he feels so whole and loved and good, for once.

It's distracting enough that the kisses and touches of the people in the dream seem irrelevant - pleasant, but nothing compared to the absolute delight that is being merged with Hades ]

[Hades does begin to swallow him, bit by bit. The feelings and connections to his mortal flesh slipping as Hades digs into his soul and feeds him more of the vastness of his own. He could grasp that awareness to the physical world back, but why would he?

As they mingle, it brings a different sort of heat that doesn't require physical release to feel good. A constant euphoria. Better than mortal coupling. That's an opinion Hades is forcing on him. Make him change his mind.

And through all this one single thought rings out. It source a true mix of both of their souls.

Stay. Perhaps forever.

And the Darkness creeps in, warm and inviting.]

[ Why would he, indeed? It's better than everything he's ever imagined he could feel. He wouldn't be able to tell whether that's how he genuinely feels or if it's Hades' opinion being forced on him, but right now it's difficult to care when all he can think about and feel is pleasure. A constant euphoria. A state that he's never thought possible for himself.

Of course he wants to stay. Of course he wants Hades to stay with him. And wouldn't it be nice if they spent the rest of their days like this, mingled together, fully belonging to each other. Never alone again.

Was he ever against Zodiark? Any doubts he's had about that just fade and disappear as well. It is warm, and it is inviting. And there's nothing wrong in finding comfort in what was their savior, is there? ]

[Welcome to the land of good coping mechanisms. It's great!

He pulls him down deeper cutting his connection to the physical world and dream world completely. No need for such mortal constructs. And they stay there warm and content with thoughts mingled for. All the loneliness, the worries of inadequacies, the failures, everything pushed out of this one space.

Everything will be okay. If they just believe in the Darkness, in Lord Zodiark, in each other, it will all be okay.

And since it seems neither really wants to move, the rest of the dream stays like this. For let's say, oh, a year or more. Wouldn't want to be greedy and be 500.]

Edited 2020-11-28 20:37 (UTC)

[ Great coping mechanism for people who have no issues at all they're both FINE.

And it really does feel just fine. He is content — in a way he probably has never been before. And without his doubts regarding Zodiark, regarding deities in general, it feels nice to just believe. To just exist and not even be himself anymore, but something different and special and unique that's only possible because he's one with Hades.

Would he even care to stay 500 years like this? It is pure bliss after all.

But every once in a while there's a stray thought that will come back to the back of his mind, even with their thoughts mingling together as they are.

His world. The apocalypse. His family. Brief flashes whenever he remembers there was something he needed to do, but they grow more insistent as time passes by - until they can't be ignored anymore.

He needs to go, he can't stay like this forever. And it's only then that he starts pulling away, trying to regain himself ]

[He pulls him back when he tries. Ever predictable. Wrapping him in mind numbing thoughts and comfort.]

[ It works. Of course it does — how could it not when all he ever wanted was to be safe and loved and cared for? He wants to stay with him and forget about everything that has ever hurt him.

But the thoughts do come back, over and over again, causing sharp spikes of pain each time ]

[When it becomes apparent he is unable to soothe him fully, he digs into his mind.

What pains you so?

It's more of an investigation than a question.]

[ My family.

The answer conjures images in his mind - of the apocalypse, of his siblings' bodies, of having to bury them.

I can't leave them again. ]

[The call of brethren. It stirs a lot of emotion within him. And the promise he made to Five rings in his head.

He loosens his hold. He does not break it, but Five has the ability to leave if he so chooses.]

[ And that's the worst part of it isn't it. Being able to choose. How he wishes he could stay with him, with the pleasure and comfort he brings, surrounded by nothing but love. Never having to feel alone again.

But he can't stay like this forever. Was this a dream? He's having a hard time distinguishing it from reality - and it's funny, really, last time he wanted to end it regardless, now he wishes he didn't have to.

But he does pull back, slowly let his souls leave Hades' embrace, becoming his own again even if he lets him feel his emotions, still - love and longing and a sense of emptiness at having to leave him ]

[Five is like Lahabrea in so many ways. Able to take that first step when other's hesitate. When the two Ascians merge souls its is absolutely not Hades that initiates the separation.

He'll regain his awareness of his physical form back in that throne room with the crowd behind him and Emet panting, flushed, and bound before him. Though his thoughts do seem be a million miles away.]

[ as nice as his fantasy was he can't be bothered to come back to it. And so he lets the crowd fade and disappear - the throne room remaining there but the scenery will change slightly - the window outside showing Amaurot's spires.

And Five will reach for him, lifting him up so he can sit on the throne instead and let Emet sit on his lap, releasing the common laws as he does. He'll rest his forehead against his and take a few moments to let what just happened sink in. ]

I'm still here with you, my moon and stars.

Now, why such an expression?

[He sits comfortably on his lap wrapping his arms around him and kissing the corner of his mouth.]

To be with you like that... But you have your duty, and I have mine. How fortunate we've been able to twine them together.

Because I'm worried for you, asshole.

[ Of course he is. He had to leave him after all. But the kiss does soothe his worries, and the words help with that as well ]

That was intense.

[He laughs and wedges his knees between Five and the chair so he can turn to face him, straddling his lap.]

I've not done that with any but my own kind, but I knew you would be able to adapt.

[He kisses him lightly.]

Thank you. And now without a doubt you know my feelings and I yours. Carry them with you always.

[ He returns the kiss with no hesitation, one hand going to the back of Emet's head while his other wraps around his waist, keeping him close ]

I could have stayed like that with you forever. I guess I understand why you're so fond of it.

[ and then there's a small laugh ]

You love me.

[ he knew it already, of course. But knowing and feeling it so strongly is something else ]

[He cups his face with both hands.]

Of course I do.

[He holds him for a long time, before he slips off his lap and stands up taking his hands.]

[ he takes that as his cue to get up, following him and keeping the hold on his hand ]

And what do you have in mind now?

If were are going to be pausing certain activities I would like to go outside.

[He does free one hand so he can snap his fingers garbing himself in something similar to what Five is wearing.]

Unless you have objections.

I don't.

[ he leans in to kiss his cheek as he says that, squeezing his hand ]

We can resume activities whenever we want if we feel inclined, after all. And any second spent with you is pleasure enough in itself.

Hopefully I have no diminished them for you. Though they do provide a different amount of pleasure. But now you can appreciate this all the more.

[He runs a hand up his back scratching at his soul.

He takes them to the roof so they can have a proper view of the city pulling him down so he can again sit in his lap.]

Oh, you have absolutely ruined them for me. I don't think anything will ever compare.

[ there's a pleased little hum at the touch of his soul, and he brings his arms around Emet's neck, taking a moment to just look at his face. There are some worries to the back of his mind, about Zodiark, about how easy it was for him to accept him once they merged their souls.

But it's a worry for another day ]

The view is nice.

I have been wanting to do that for quite some time. Applaud my restraint.

[He picks up that there is something amiss. Perhaps a linger effect of how close they were moments before. And there was a reason he was waiting for the soul merge.]

A new concern has entered your mind. What is it?

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