[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.
[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.]
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.
[Oh. He does like this, leaning his forehead to Emet's and smiling at him.]
You're making my plans difficult.
[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]
I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.
[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]
Pray tell, let me in on your plan, and I can help.
[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.
But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]
[He shivers himself, how can he not? Always sensitive to this man. But he lifts a hand away, summoning the hairbrush with a little aether, one hand petting Emet's hair a little before running down along his spine to return the aetheric pets.
The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]
I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!
[He just ha-rumps and pulls the brush away for a slight moment so he can gather his hair in his own hands. When he's done, the hair is quite long. More akin to the length his more monstrous forms.]
[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]
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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?
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[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.
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And then he quite mercilessly attacks Hades's sides with tickles.]
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Stop that!
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But you reward me with such a cute face!
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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.
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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.
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Hythlodeaus. Look at me and only me for a moment.
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Okay.
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[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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[But, hearing it, it aches in a good way. Being able to say it aches.
Still he has to laugh, leaning down to kiss Emet's lips very soft.]
A little? Here.
[He rolls off the man and sits up, patting his lap.]
Sit in front of me.
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[He tilts his head at the request, but instead of sitting in his lap, he will straddle it wrapping his arms across his neck.]
If you think I'm looking away from you, you are terribly mistaken.
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You're making my plans difficult.
[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]
I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.
[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]
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[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.
But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]
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The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]
I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!
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There. I'm helping.
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[He kisses his temple and runs the brush though Emet's hair, following it with his fingers, stroking Emet's hair as he brushes, soothing, hypnotic.]
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Are you going to braid it?
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[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]
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He brushes his fingers over his skull, his neck, his back, as he works, each touch lingering against his aether.]
I brought you a present.
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[He does shift pleasantly at the touch.]
Very well, but it is my turn after. So do be prepared.
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Well, it is more a present for myself, and it can wait. Unless you're very eager to see.
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