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[ just like Emet did back then, he's listening attentively, soaking up the knowledge and making certain to remember each detail. When Emet yawn he will wrap his arms around him ]

Carry me and we can go.

[He kisses him on the forehead and does lift him carrying him to the bed.]

Goodness. You aren’t going to sleep in that.

[He takes off his shirt and hands it to him which really is just a short dress on him.]

Worried I might ruin it?

[ He doesn't protest it, though, especially since Emet is giving him his shirt. He'll undress and put the shirt on, and then just put the white outfit back in his clothes, careful with it because after all, he cares about it ]

Getting tangled mostly.

[And he wraps him in his arms after providing the potion, settling in to rest his head on his chest like the spiritual little spoon he is. He speaks drowsily in ancient before he falls asleep.]

I love you.

[ Oh no. That is adorable and he can't help but smile softly, as endeared as he always is by this man. He'll kiss the top of his head and wait for him to fall asleep before he takes the potion himself, just in case he needs anything.

And when he does fall asleep, there's the usual desolation waiting for them in his own dreams ]

[He isn’t left to his own devices for too long and desolation will be replaced by the pier they both have grown so fond of. Though their are a few changes.

Garlands of hydrangea spiral along the support of the piers. The sides of the path leading up to it are spotted with rows of white heather, asphodels, and sunflowers, but there are still plenty of spots to lie in the grass if they so desired.

Hades is there in shorts and a button up shirt but at least they are tame colors and patterns. And he offers him a single blue-green rose. The color of his eyes.

And there is that terrible sound in the distance. A little stronger than before, but he’s doing his best to ignore it.]

[ It's fine, surely. Just like last time, if they wait enough and are patient through it, the sound will dissipate and Emet will feel better. He's impressed with the entire scenery but it's the rose that get his attention the most, and he takes it to smell it for a moment before he leans in to kiss him on the lips ]

As beautiful as always.

[He wraps his arms around his neck leaning up to return this kiss.]

I can’t be outdone by one so young though I will admit the garden was a rather brilliant idea.

[He leans his head on his shoulder. Still tense but relaxing.]

Thank you. For being here.

I did make a promise after all. I'll always be here for you.

[ he'll bring his hand to his hair, stroking it gently as he rests against him ]

Besides, it allows me to see you being this cute.

It is difficult to show you the worst parts of myself. Not that I doubt you scorn me of it, but of how I wish to hide from it.

[He kisses his neck before pulling back, taking his hand and walking along the path.]

This was my own design but how would you like to add to it. Ever did our collaboration make things better.

[ he'll squeeze his hand right away and hums as he thinks over what he could add - the scenery is already beautiful and this time, he's pretty sure Emet outdid him. But in the end he decides to add more life in it. The chirping of birds, butterflies and fireflies flying around, and Emet will even be able to see a few squirrels here and there]

Isn't that normal? Rationally, I know you will accept every part of me. But I still don't want to show the worst of it.

[He is enthralled with the additions, mentally noting to add them next time as he sees each creature spring to life.]

I suppose it is—-

[He pauses a little unnaturally, grip on his hand tightening. His focus will waiver and the air around them gets a little thick.

But it vanishes in a moment.]

What did you say?

[ That worries him immediately, but he tries to squeeze his hand to distract him and give him something to hold onto ]

I said I don't want you to see the worst of it either, when it comes to myself. That was part of why I was so worried about my urges. Even when I know you'll accept me.

Are you all right?

At least we both know we will not be shunned for our worst behaviors.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

I’m —- I’m simply more tired than I thought.

[At that that white noise sound of crackling just gets worse and worse.]

It might be best if you left.

I'm not leaving.

[ this is not going as well as last night went, but it's fine. He knew this could happen. And he squeezes his hand again while his other reaches for his chin ]

Focus on me. I'm staying with you.

I—-

[He keeps his eyes averted for longer than he would care to admit, thinking up a thousand reasons why he should kick him out as a precaution.

And each and every one of them die in his throat when he meets his gaze.]

I hate it. Not feeling safe here. Being terrified whenever I close my eyes.

[He wraps his arms around him and hides his face in the crook of his neck, tension in his frame building as the dream tries to wrestle control from both of them.]

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[ he tries his best to fight it, to try and use whatever control he has to summon aetheric touches and soothe Emet like that, but it's so much harder than last time ]

I know.

And I hate that you have to deal with this. But I'm here with you, and whatever happens we will awake together.

It's only dreams.

As if the waking world is much better.

[The air around them gets heavier and heavier. Colors of the scenery begin to weep on each other.

He steps back to try to calm himself, to see if he can’t wrestle control back. He swears. He cups his face instead leaning his forehead against his cheek.]

Last chance. I wish I could give a reason what caused it, but … I suppose fear is never that kind.

[ seeing it actually happen is terrifying in its own way, but just like when he ventured into amaurot on fire, he has to see it. There’s a pause as he looks at the color of that vibrant life change, but he insists ]

The waking world is better. Maybe not much. But you are not alone there. And you are not here either. I’m staying.

[He runs his thumbs over his cheeks. He knows Five is not naive ever being the realist. He will not think he can magically make it stop through will alone. And yet he stays. For him.

And that swells his heart and tightens it at the same time.]

I’m not certain I even deserve you. You whose heart shines like no other.

[And it is recent events and doubts and jealousy and feelings of inadequacy that fuel his fears, boiling over and spilling out. So much in so little time.

His hands move to shield Five’s ears from the sound of it all as the colors and scenery melts to a street in Amaurot, a nervous energy gathers as citizens send their gaze skyward.

The cracking sound of glass has ceased but booms louder than thunder shake the core of the planet. Waves of sound that tremble the inner core of every soul, mortal coils left to rattle.

In truth, could it ever be described? The sound that comes from two godlike creatures exchanging blows.]

[ The way he sees it it's not AS bad as being tempered had been. But even then it's not exactly pleasant either. The loud noises and the fight itself are nothing short of terrifying, and more than that, it's knowing what comes after that scares him the most. Knowing that Emet will relive this over and over again.

He feels like maybe he should have let Lahabrea intervene and keep them safe after all, but the point of this is to help Emet. And he can only hope that this won't make it worse. He'll wrap his arms around him and pull him close - trying once more to use his aether but unable to use the dream as he normally would. So it's back to physical comfort and soothing words ]

You do deserve me. I never would have known happiness without you. Nothing will ever change that.

Would hiding anywhere help here?

[He blinks in a bit of a stupor. He had never thought about that electing to sink to the floor. He takes his hand and weaves his way through the ancients that are gathering outdoors, trying to find the least crowded space and a building with fewer windows.

His grip is shaking in Five's, and the booming overhead is reaching higher and higher peaks, but he holds on tight.]

[ He will hold on just as tight, not wanting to leave him for even a second. He wonders if he could maybe use his powers to at least make the sound go away, to protect Emet from having to hear it once more ]

Would you be able to hide in my soul again?

I do not trust my control.

[He pushes open the large doors of a building, tugging him inside before closing them. It's dark in here with only sparse windows at the near the ceiling and the soft glow of crystals in lamps.

He buries his face into his neck again, holding him tight.]

[ he'll stroke his back gently, keeping him close while trying to ignore the battle outside. And he does wonder if this will play out to its fullest, or if maybe this is where it'll end. But in either case, he has to be here for Emet ]

All right. I won't force you to try if that scares you. Just this is enough.

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