firstworldproblem | IC Inbox - Snakes on Serpentine Horizon

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IC Inbox - Snakes on Serpentine Horizon

[It just goes to a beep.]

Mm.

[He curls his fingers around a piece of Emet's core, ever so gentle.]

Reminders aren't enough.

[He doesn't yank or rip or anything, but with precision he's carving out that piece, letting it sting in turn as he tugs his hand from Emet's soul to cradle that piece of soul.

His breathing may be a little fast but--okay it wasn't so bad. Emet's still whole, his aether surrounding them so thoroughly one could not mistake him for anything but.]

[He does drape it like a blanket. His aether. So there can be no confusion. No doubt. Fingers tip into gold edged claws as he tilts his chin up.]

There we are. And with no worse for wear.

[It does hurt. To have a piece of his soul removed. But he hardly flinches.]

Isn't that so, Hythlodaeus?

[He takes a deep breath and cradles that spark of soul to his chest, meeting Emet's eyes.

Normally he'd have something to say. He's rarely ever at a loss for words. But if he says anything, or tries, he'll just cry, he's sure of that.

Some things are better expressed other ways anyway.

He slides the hand not cradling a piece of Emet's soul into small hairs at the back of his neck and pulls him in, kissing his lips gently, but firmly. Keeping him close for a long time, just lingering where he can feel his breath.]

[Arms wrap around him. And then a second set. He closes in the world around them smaller and smaller until just the two of them exist whispering his name against his skin as if he could brand into into him.]