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firstworldproblem) wrote2024-05-05 07:01 pm
firstworldproblem) wrote2024-05-05 07:01 pm
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IC Inbox - Snakes on Serpentine Horizon
[It just goes to a beep.]
[Have you noticed anything in the direction of the woods today? A familiar soul light? Or maybe it becomes apparent when it's literally outside your window. Well, even though your window is on the second story, someone is still knocking on it.
It won't be any surprise who, unless your eyesight's especially bad today.]
It won't be any surprise who, unless your eyesight's especially bad today.]
[He sleeps in Mochi's room so he'll have to sneak around a few windows until he finds him. But when he does spot him, he will rub his eyes and do a double take.]
[He leans on the glass, giving Emet puppy eyes and a little wave.]
[He opens the window and drags him in.]
We do have a front door.
We do have a front door.
[He wraps his arms around Emet's neck and pushed in so you know, if they fall to the floor it's fine.
He actually has to laugh.]
That's what you want to say?
He actually has to laugh.]
That's what you want to say?
[He at least control falls them to the bed.]
Welcome back, Hythlodaeus.
[He frames Emet's face in his hands and kisses him deeply, whispering against his lips.]
Better.
Better.
Did you not think I would revel in your return?
[He kisses him back, just as deeply and uses his weight ensure he is tucked beneath him.]
[He kisses him back, just as deeply and uses his weight ensure he is tucked beneath him.]
Oh that was never a worry.
[It really wasn't, but he's smirking very smugly down at Emet anyway.]
Or should I pretend it is, so you'll lavish me in your heartfelt feelings?
[It really wasn't, but he's smirking very smugly down at Emet anyway.]
Or should I pretend it is, so you'll lavish me in your heartfelt feelings?
[He runs his knuckles across his cheek. But more than the physical motion, he brushes along his soul.]
We won the last game. I could take you anywhere.
We won the last game. I could take you anywhere.
[The little shiver down his spine, the sigh as his eyes flutter closed a moment before he twists his hands in Emet's shirt and drags him up into another kiss, lips brushing down his jaw and against his soul.]
And where would you want?
And where would you want?
[He snaps his fingers and a portal sucks them both into an interdimensional space. It starts off in inky darkness, but that is something that should feel at 'home' to them.]
Even I can't keep this up more than a night. And only when my taboos are lessened. But come, give me your memory. Help me remember.
[And he is going to shape their place. Was it a house? An apartment? But he starts to fill it with little touches here and there. Small relics and bits of memory.]
Even I can't keep this up more than a night. And only when my taboos are lessened. But come, give me your memory. Help me remember.
[And he is going to shape their place. Was it a house? An apartment? But he starts to fill it with little touches here and there. Small relics and bits of memory.]
[He sits up runs a hand through Emet's hair, glancing around the construct and then down at the man under him.
His fingertips trace Emet's throat, his clavicle, eyes half closing.]
I filled a crystal with it once.
[His eyes do close, and where his fingertips mingle with Emet's soul he shares them, the little details he preserved before time eroded the rest. The way the light fell through the curtains on the wall just over there, the potted plants, the little curios left around the place, gifts from friends or from one adventurous friend.
Even more intimate things, the layout of the bedroom, how Hythlodaeus never made the bed, the crystals scattered on a desk, concepts to review, a hairbrush on the bedside table, not everything, not every detail, but as many as he can recall, as he's worn into his own memory by revisiting over and over.]
His fingertips trace Emet's throat, his clavicle, eyes half closing.]
I filled a crystal with it once.
The memories. Our home. Little things.
[His eyes do close, and where his fingertips mingle with Emet's soul he shares them, the little details he preserved before time eroded the rest. The way the light fell through the curtains on the wall just over there, the potted plants, the little curios left around the place, gifts from friends or from one adventurous friend.
Even more intimate things, the layout of the bedroom, how Hythlodaeus never made the bed, the crystals scattered on a desk, concepts to review, a hairbrush on the bedside table, not everything, not every detail, but as many as he can recall, as he's worn into his own memory by revisiting over and over.]
How practical. Though I did as well.
[He shifts his form when he's here, with him. And he changes the space with each thought, each gesture, each remember thing.]
There. Now isn't that cozy.
[He says and takes a hand to kiss his fingertips.]
[He shifts his form when he's here, with him. And he changes the space with each thought, each gesture, each remember thing.]
There. Now isn't that cozy.
[He says and takes a hand to kiss his fingertips.]
[He sighs and turns his hand to cup Emet's face, gazing down at him, stroking his cheek, his eyebrow, drinking in his features with his eyes.]
Of course. Maybe I did it because I though "what would Hades do now?" I don't remember. But I did a lot of things, thinking about that.
[He pulls his hand from Emet's face to catch Emet's hand in turn, bring it to his own lips.]
It's cozy. Does it fill your heart a little, the memories?
Of course. Maybe I did it because I though "what would Hades do now?" I don't remember. But I did a lot of things, thinking about that.
[He pulls his hand from Emet's face to catch Emet's hand in turn, bring it to his own lips.]
It's cozy. Does it fill your heart a little, the memories?
It does. It warms my hearts to the brim. But more than that, what fills my heart is the man before me. Priceless beyond measure.
[He wraps his free arm around him, holding him close.]
Whatever path, whatever decision you made, have more faith in yourself, my dearest friend. You would not find yourself astray.
[He wraps his free arm around him, holding him close.]
Whatever path, whatever decision you made, have more faith in yourself, my dearest friend. You would not find yourself astray.
[His breath catches, a lump in his throat as momentarily his eyes burn.]
[But then he finishes exhaling, his hands settling on Hades's ribs, his face hidden with his head tucked down.
And then he quite mercilessly attacks Hades's sides with tickles.]
And then he quite mercilessly attacks Hades's sides with tickles.]
[Of course he makes the most put out face as he now tries to take away Hythlodaeus' being on top privileges.]
Stop that!
Stop that!
[He laughs, gleeful as he wrestles, trying to keep Hades pinned, even if he has to stop tickling to catch his hands.]
But you reward me with such a cute face!
But you reward me with such a cute face!
[He eventually gives in. Of course he does when in contest with this man and his onslaught.]
You just can't take a compliment or a reassurance. What will happen if you do? You will finally have to accept the competence you have.
You just can't take a compliment or a reassurance. What will happen if you do? You will finally have to accept the competence you have.
[He makes a face and taps his fingers to Emet's lips.]
Our burdens are heavy and our hearts carry more sorrow than is bearable. And here you sit, a vision of the past in a memory of a time before tragedy.
[He leaves his fingers there, gazing down at Emet with both love and sorrow, and the madness of eons, but also a gentle little quirk of his lips.]
I will listen if you wish, I will cry and wail out my heart and soul, for they've no purpose if their purpose isn't to be yours. I'll act out the sorrow of millennia and carve my very being into your flesh and your soul, I'll show you passion and vulnerability and love and despair and everything. I'll take comfort in your words and offer you my own, I'll be selfish and greedy and demanding and protective and sly.
But to surround us in a time before such pain, I think perhaps you should remember other things as well. How to look grumpy when your heart is tender, to laugh or smile or complain about my antics while really hoping I'll never listen to a word.
Whatever the eons have done to both of us, this place is where your heart lies, and I am who it lies with. It's the same for me. My heart could be nowhere but here.
[His fingers drop to Emet's chest over his heart.]
Ever, and always.
Anyway~
Scold me if you like, but I think a man who's so stingy with his aether should be indulged in the setting he's chosen.
Our burdens are heavy and our hearts carry more sorrow than is bearable. And here you sit, a vision of the past in a memory of a time before tragedy.
[He leaves his fingers there, gazing down at Emet with both love and sorrow, and the madness of eons, but also a gentle little quirk of his lips.]
I will listen if you wish, I will cry and wail out my heart and soul, for they've no purpose if their purpose isn't to be yours. I'll act out the sorrow of millennia and carve my very being into your flesh and your soul, I'll show you passion and vulnerability and love and despair and everything. I'll take comfort in your words and offer you my own, I'll be selfish and greedy and demanding and protective and sly.
But to surround us in a time before such pain, I think perhaps you should remember other things as well. How to look grumpy when your heart is tender, to laugh or smile or complain about my antics while really hoping I'll never listen to a word.
Whatever the eons have done to both of us, this place is where your heart lies, and I am who it lies with. It's the same for me. My heart could be nowhere but here.
[His fingers drop to Emet's chest over his heart.]
Ever, and always.
Anyway~
Scold me if you like, but I think a man who's so stingy with his aether should be indulged in the setting he's chosen.
[He reaches up to cup his face with both hand letting his thumbs rub over his cheeks. And though his reply is short he listens to every single word with rapt attention.]
Hythlodeaus. Look at me and only me for a moment.
Hythlodeaus. Look at me and only me for a moment.
[He does, tries his best to look at Emet, the one right in front of him right now.]
Okay.
Okay.
I love you. I always will.
[He runs his thumbs under his eyes.]
And for this moment, let us forget past and present, future and duties. Do not dwell in what we were and what we are. Shed it all for this interaction.
Though I will admit I did make this place a little nostalgic.
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