IC Inbox - Snakes on Serpentine Horizon

[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes to a beep.]

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Re: Day 107

[firstworldproblem]

[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?

Re: Day 107

[utternonsense]

[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.]

Re: Day 107

[firstworldproblem]

[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.]

Re: Day 107

[utternonsense]

[He sighs, eyes closed, feeling Hades's soul and quite content to be cuddled by his transformation.]

My sweet Hades.

Re: Day 107

[firstworldproblem]

I'd be quite content to never have to see you cry tears of sorrow again.