[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.]
Sorry for what? For being you. I will not accept it.
[He wraps his arms around him tighter. His aether as well so that all he sees across all of his vision is his color like a blanket around him.]
I've never wanted someone good or pure. Even back then. I adore you because you love and you love fiercely. The way you can predict and push people is part of your charm. Who do you think I learned it from after all?
You are still gentle like our people. Perhaps a bit more whimsical. A bit more mischievous. 'Tis why you and Azem never gave me a moment's rest. But simply thinking thoughts is not judge of character. Your actions speak louder besides.
You want a better star. A better place for those to be happy, yourself included. That is not selfish nor the makings of a 'bad' person. And even it if was, I would not love you less.
[He greedily accepts the mingle and Hythlodaeus will be able to see his own worries reflected back at him as Hades' own. The fear of being a terrible person if the eyes of those he loves. How he himself regularly views people and how to manipulate them to his advantage. The same fears echoed back.
Perhaps that will soothe both of them. To realize their fears are unfounded. That they are more similar than they think.]
You'd best. I have not survived all these years to lose you now.
[He chuckles, endeared, and lets himself sink further into Hades's aether, reaching out for those worries to soothe them.]
I know. And you won't be rid of me so easily, either. I do have some selfishness in me, and part of it is not letting go of my own.
[And in return to those fears he offers affection; he knows now that Hades trusts him, and in the place that they are in now there's no need for hiding or half-truths, on either end. Even the things that Hades considers monstrous about himself, he'll reach for and hold them close to his heart.]
[He gives himself to him, fully, barriers withdrawn. He will be able to see the absolute love he has for him. For Azem and even his shards (though he is grumpy about it!). For Lahabrea, Elidibus, Five, Vergil.
And he does worry about letting him down by loving another. That he is both stuck in the past and pushing towards the future to the point where he doesn't know which path to take.
But he knows that he needs them. All of them. And he's not letting any of them go. Never. Not until his soul is no more.
And he kisses him softly, but with no less desire than some of their more passionate kisses.]
[He kisses back, letting himself to take in more and more of Hades's aether. Even some time ago, he would have felt jealous and insecure at the fact that Hades loves - needs - others too... but not now. Now, with their souls bared to each other, he can accept it as a fact: after all, Hythlodaeus himself has other people that are dear to him, but that fact doesn't diminish their love for one another. Here and now, he can finally feel that he wouldn't be taking second place to someone else - and indeed, there is no second place to take; it's not a competition.
Whatever you choose, Hades, I will follow you.
He doesn't want to break the kiss, so telepathy it is.]
[He huffs tenderly and begins to merge their souls. Unlike the earlier request, it isn't a devouring, but a gentler thing. One edge fades away allowing something else to come. For two to merge piece by piece.
Peaceful. Calming. Welcoming.]
No more sacrifice. If we must go, we will go together.
[Their forms begin to merge as well. The edges of Hades' robe take on that seafoam quality. The sheen skin on Hythlodaeus turns a silver hue. Small things for now.]
[He echoes the words softly, responding in kind as Hades merges their souls. It's almost like a dance, slow at first, the joy of it gradually pulling them in. And joy is the right word - that's exactly what Hythlodaeus feels right now, a feeling that he's almost forgotten in the turmoil of the Production. But he is happy, truly happy right now, at peace, joyful. Finally, things feel right; finally, he really feels like himself.
He can feel the change taking the two of them, and hums curiously, wondering where it will take them next. Them, not him; it's already getting harder to discern where one ends and another begins.]
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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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[He wraps his arms around him tighter. His aether as well so that all he sees across all of his vision is his color like a blanket around him.]
I've never wanted someone good or pure. Even back then. I adore you because you love and you love fiercely. The way you can predict and push people is part of your charm. Who do you think I learned it from after all?
You are still gentle like our people. Perhaps a bit more whimsical. A bit more mischievous. 'Tis why you and Azem never gave me a moment's rest. But simply thinking thoughts is not judge of character. Your actions speak louder besides.
You want a better star. A better place for those to be happy, yourself included. That is not selfish nor the makings of a 'bad' person. And even it if was, I would not love you less.
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... Really, Hades. Where did you learn to sweet-talk like this?
[His tone is both grateful and a little teasing, but there's no hiding the anxious shock that runs through him at that last part.]
Would you... really still love me if I was selfish? If I wasn't a good person?
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I will always love you. This I do promise.
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I'll always love you too, Hades. No matter what you do, no matter what you have done, you will always be my Hades.
[Is that possessive? Who knows, but if it is, Hythlodaeus doesn't even notice it.]
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Perhaps that will soothe both of them. To realize their fears are unfounded. That they are more similar than they think.]
You'd best. I have not survived all these years to lose you now.
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I know. And you won't be rid of me so easily, either. I do have some selfishness in me, and part of it is not letting go of my own.
[And in return to those fears he offers affection; he knows now that Hades trusts him, and in the place that they are in now there's no need for hiding or half-truths, on either end. Even the things that Hades considers monstrous about himself, he'll reach for and hold them close to his heart.]
Come here.
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[He gives himself to him, fully, barriers withdrawn. He will be able to see the absolute love he has for him. For Azem and even his shards (though he is grumpy about it!). For Lahabrea, Elidibus, Five, Vergil.
And he does worry about letting him down by loving another. That he is both stuck in the past and pushing towards the future to the point where he doesn't know which path to take.
But he knows that he needs them. All of them. And he's not letting any of them go. Never. Not until his soul is no more.
And he kisses him softly, but with no less desire than some of their more passionate kisses.]
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Whatever you choose, Hades, I will follow you.
He doesn't want to break the kiss, so telepathy it is.]
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Peaceful. Calming. Welcoming.]
No more sacrifice. If we must go, we will go together.
[Their forms begin to merge as well. The edges of Hades' robe take on that seafoam quality. The sheen skin on Hythlodaeus turns a silver hue. Small things for now.]
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[He echoes the words softly, responding in kind as Hades merges their souls. It's almost like a dance, slow at first, the joy of it gradually pulling them in. And joy is the right word - that's exactly what Hythlodaeus feels right now, a feeling that he's almost forgotten in the turmoil of the Production. But he is happy, truly happy right now, at peace, joyful. Finally, things feel right; finally, he really feels like himself.
He can feel the change taking the two of them, and hums curiously, wondering where it will take them next. Them, not him; it's already getting harder to discern where one ends and another begins.]
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