[He was seeing how far he needed to go to make Emet blush. Seems like further? But on the other hand he can tell there's some effect to all that. Not the flustered protesting he might have once expected, but he shouldn't expect that anymore should he?
At the very least now that he's not so desperately distracted with Hades existing he can pay close attention to all the details and differences. Relearn what he's forgotten, and what's changed. Though who knows if he'll remember which is which.
He settles his fingertips on the small of Hades's back.]
I thought we might walk out of here just like this actually. Since the whole in public part is over.
[That protest only eggs him on? Makes him push at Emet's back just little, urging him forward. There's definitely no problem with walking bound as he is! That rope will definitely rub places but that is the point.]
[If he pushes on his back, he's going to just lean his entire body weight on him. A non-verbal 'carry me'. He really should have added a collar to drag him.]
[There is a strangled sound that he tries to keep in as the ropes are jostled and Hythlodaeus will definitely be close enough to hear it without problem. He can't wrap his arms around his neck, but he will lean his head against his shoulder being as demure as his position allows him.]
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.
[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.
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.
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