[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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 ]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.
[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 ]
[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.
[ More than anything else he could see in this dream seeing Hades like this breaks his heart. The tears, the feeble voice - all of it just makes it that much more unbearable. He hates that he's forced to relieve this - but hates the fact it happened to begin with even more. ]
It was cruel and it should never have happened.
But everything you strived for, everything you've suffered and done, it was not for naught. I can promise you. As far away as the end goal looks now, we will get there.
And if you find yourself unable to walk toward that for a while, I will carry you.
You will be happy again Hades. We will save your people and after all that work and suffering, your biggest concern is going to be how to hide away for a nap or two.
And it's not just because I'll make sure of it. But because you have. You've worked tirelessly.
[He smiles against his skin despite the tears freely flowing. He believes him. He has to. He won't be able to continue on without hope.
Though anything else to be said is lost in a roar. The searing sound of a planet being struck a fatal blow.
There is no shaking. No collapsed buildings. From the walls, the ceiling, the floor they nestle upon, color begins to leak. Dripping and pooling like sludge, smearing as it hits the floor leaving everything not even gray, but colorless.
And that sound --- the sound of breaking glass --- pops loudly. As if someone threw a lighted torch into a warehouse of fireworks. Souls shattering one by one. Though being isolated spares them the worst of it, through the few windows of the building rains down wet fireworks. Bursts of color from every stripe of the rainbow brilliantly beautiful then torn apart in jagged edges and pieces.
And he'll see hairline cracks form on his skin, on Hades' skin.]
[ He can rationalize that this is all a dream, but despite that, it feels real. There's something terrifying about seeing the world lose all color like that, losing what was once so vibrant and being fractured and stripped of everything that once made it beautiful.
He doesn't think Emet would ever be able to forget this.
And he can't quite help the way his heart jumps into his throats at noticing those cracks and for a moment he's worried about the dream separating them, making it impossible for them to find each other. So despite the cracks he holds onto Emet, afraid of letting him go at all ]
[Emet hasn't lifted his head. Using Five as a shield physically and mentally, but he holds on just as tightly.
It is Emet's soul that breaks first, color leaking like blood out of the cracks, his mouth, his ears. Widening until he, too, shatters and fractures in a burst leaving him nothing to hold onto.
It's obviously dramatized and over the top, this entire scene. Dreams altering the true reality of it as they are wont to do. How much is real? How much is not?
But he's left with the sound of crackling if he moves at all, his own color leaking from him and fourteen crystal shards around him. Shards faded and washed to dullness by overwhelming Light.]
[ Of all the things he could have seen in this dream, that's undoubtedly the worst. The leaking from the cracks, the way he ends up shattering like that, and for a moment he doesn't even realize that the same is happening to himself, worried as he is about Emet.
It's impossible to remember this is a dream in this context. He desperately reaches over for him as if just doing that will bring him back, but then all that's left are fourteen crystal shards. What is he even supposed to do now? ]
His skin will crack and break as well as his soul is tugged in multiple directions. Is it painful? Hard to say, but his memory will be begin to slip. One by one, each experience will be erased. His loneliness in the apocalypse. Arriving here. Hades. His siblings. All that he has worked his entire life to accomplish.
All burned away by infernal light that drowns out everything.
[ That is by far the worst nightmare he's ever had and when he does wake up, he sits up straight immediately, looking around as if trying to make sure this is till him and he still remembers. He doesn't know if Hades is awake already, but if not he figures he should make sure he won't be stuck in that dream for any longer so he brings his hand to his shoulder, shaking him just to get him to rouse.
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[ 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.
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[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.
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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.
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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?
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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?
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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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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.
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[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.
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The waking world is better. Maybe not much. But you are not alone there. And you are not here either. I’m staying.
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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.]
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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?
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His grip is shaking in Five's, and the booming overhead is reaching higher and higher peaks, but he holds on tight.]
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Would you be able to hide in my soul again?
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[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.]
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All right. I won't force you to try if that scares you. Just this is enough.
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The sounds, the battle, the reverberations in the land itself go silent outside.]
Promise me-- Promise me that all we have strived for, suffered for, it not for naught.
[And only because of the silence will he be able to hear Hades' words.]
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It was cruel and it should never have happened.
But everything you strived for, everything you've suffered and done, it was not for naught. I can promise you. As far away as the end goal looks now, we will get there.
And if you find yourself unable to walk toward that for a while, I will carry you.
You will be happy again Hades. We will save your people and after all that work and suffering, your biggest concern is going to be how to hide away for a nap or two.
And it's not just because I'll make sure of it. But because you have. You've worked tirelessly.
It wasn't for nothing.
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Though anything else to be said is lost in a roar. The searing sound of a planet being struck a fatal blow.
There is no shaking. No collapsed buildings. From the walls, the ceiling, the floor they nestle upon, color begins to leak. Dripping and pooling like sludge, smearing as it hits the floor leaving everything not even gray, but colorless.
And that sound --- the sound of breaking glass --- pops loudly. As if someone threw a lighted torch into a warehouse of fireworks. Souls shattering one by one. Though being isolated spares them the worst of it, through the few windows of the building rains down wet fireworks. Bursts of color from every stripe of the rainbow brilliantly beautiful then torn apart in jagged edges and pieces.
And he'll see hairline cracks form on his skin, on Hades' skin.]
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He doesn't think Emet would ever be able to forget this.
And he can't quite help the way his heart jumps into his throats at noticing those cracks and for a moment he's worried about the dream separating them, making it impossible for them to find each other. So despite the cracks he holds onto Emet, afraid of letting him go at all ]
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It is Emet's soul that breaks first, color leaking like blood out of the cracks, his mouth, his ears. Widening until he, too, shatters and fractures in a burst leaving him nothing to hold onto.
It's obviously dramatized and over the top, this entire scene. Dreams altering the true reality of it as they are wont to do. How much is real? How much is not?
But he's left with the sound of crackling if he moves at all, his own color leaking from him and fourteen crystal shards around him. Shards faded and washed to dullness by overwhelming Light.]
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It's impossible to remember this is a dream in this context. He desperately reaches over for him as if just doing that will bring him back, but then all that's left are fourteen crystal shards. What is he even supposed to do now? ]
Hades!
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His skin will crack and break as well as his soul is tugged in multiple directions. Is it painful? Hard to say, but his memory will be begin to slip. One by one, each experience will be erased. His loneliness in the apocalypse. Arriving here. Hades. His siblings. All that he has worked his entire life to accomplish.
All burned away by infernal light that drowns out everything.
And then he'll wake up.]
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And maybe to confirm he's still there with him ]
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