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[He hisses, of course he does, shifting in his lap. Maybe grinding against him just a little.]

Do you have the heart to play that rough with me? To make me writhe and and scream and beg to be let free. Is that what you want?

[He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes dilating a lot.

Rather than respond immediately slides a hand into Emet's chest, his soul, curling his fingers in deep and tugging Emet forward by that grip, his other hand tugging the ropes again.]

Why yes, that sounds delightful. Though I don't want you to beg and scream for freedom, Hades.

[A keening sound hissed through teeth escapes him and he furrows his brow for a moment.]

For you then. I don't believe you ever told me what was my fate.

[That only makes his grip tighten.]

Do you want to hear of it now?

I think it help me know what exactly you want me to scream and beg for.

Isn't wanting you to beg just for me enough?

[He sighs, curling his fingers in Emet's soul a moment, lifting his other hand to cup his face.]

Do you intend to act out some fantasy for me? You are my fantasy.

[His breathing hitches and his eyes smolder not unlike when someone is high on a drug.]

Was I cruel to you? Did this color recoil from you? Demand you leave him be.

[His own breath hitches, and he has to laugh, almost breathless, but it's more incredulous than amused, staring at Emet with equal intensity. Curious, hungry, predatory almost.]

What of you? When did you learn cruelty? How many years did it take you to grow good enough at it not to flinch?

[He takes in a breath and another, fingertips raking through Emet's soul.]

Of course if you want to know I'll tell you, everything.

Cruelty?

I'm not like those half men, Hythlodaeus. Not like those broken shards and malformed fragments you tried to collect all those years.

[To prove his point he wraps his aether around his fingertips tugging him in further. Reminding him that he is whole and his aether is as bottomless as ever.]

Let the shards go. He would never want you to torture yourself so.

[He closes his eyes because they are abruptly wet.]

Oh? Perhaps I'm the only one who learned cruelty then.

[He leans up to kiss the corner off his eyes. That is all he can do in this state.]

He will come back to you. Zodiark willing.

But I can tell you are torturing yourself.

[He kind of likes Emet with no hands but it also kind of sucks? Oh well, he gentles his hold on his soul.]

Am I? It's hard for me to tell. But I do like the sound of hearing you beg.

I am a captivated audience.

[He releases his hold on his soul, dampening his own abilities.]

I can even promise to be good.

Ah, but I shouldn't get distracted. You do have your own squares to fill don't you? I might even release your hands for it.

Do you really think I'm interested in this farce right now?

Edited 2022-05-23 06:04 (UTC)

Farce or not, I do not wish to see your soul damaged, Hades!

And I do not believe they have the ability to do any lasting damage. If I were to speak the truth, I would be more concerned about you.

If you're that confident why not put it to the test with me then?

Whether they have the power to do lasting damage or not, do you think I can bear seeing you harmed so? Your faith in my strength is flattering.

Weren't you the one that always remarked I was an 'endless fountain' of aether. The difference is not comparable.

[He sighs leaning into his shoulder.]

You are simply setting yourself up for heart ache.

Not if you let me help you win.

But it is hardly like I'm trying to be hurt, quite the opposite.

[He slides his fingers in Emet's hair, kissing his temple.]

I'm just telling you what is impossible for me to bear. Would you like me to pretend otherwise?

Yet I am not him, Hythlodaeus. Not that I would not protect you any less, but this fact remains true.

Do you think I'll have any easier time seeing your soul come to harm? The same color, the same beauty that draws me inevitably.

I lost him. Shall I be fine losing you as well, when I've only just found you? I think not. Even if I wished to be, it's not possible.

Edited 2022-05-29 21:11 (UTC)

[He brushes his thumb across his cheek.]

I imagine that sentimentality finds you no small amount of trouble.

Am I the sentimental one here?

[Forget about the brushing before, he's still bound. So have a half hearted, bound shrug.]

Without a doubt.

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