[It takes all of Hades' willpower not to smack a hand against his own forehead in an exasperated groan of frustration, but instead he uses it to push himself gradually up off the ground. His robes are still cluttered with leaves and sand, but he chooses to ignore them, for instead...]
[Propriety be damned, he leans over and grasps Hythlodaeus by the forearms to jostle his companion into looking at him properly (or so he can only hope), to stop being such a fool about all of this.]
[Though what Hades is about to do is perhaps even more foolish by half.]
Enough, Hythlodaeus.
Now I will allow that anyone would find reason to run off after witnessing something so unexpected and uninvited, but I will thank you to never apologize for simply making a suggestion in my presence again.
[And here he pulls him closer, gently and with care until the snowy white of his bangs falls on either side of Hythlodaeus' face.]
If you wish to stay, then stay. Did I not just finish telling you that I would never let you go easily?
Should you be so inclined as to follow me into the next life, then remain as you are in this one. I never once rejected your agreement. Though neither would I be the one to propose such a thing on the heels of what you have only just been through.
[Whatever Hades' own feelings, he would not be so callous as to declare any intention when Hythlodaeus has only just begun to smile again following a relationship in tatters. And here again... an empty laugh. Withdrawal. Hades can't help but sigh, feeling all of his efforts to help are fast unraveling at the seams. He looks entirely defeated when he adds, his mouth twitching in dislike for this, hardly one of his favorite works:]
'All my pride at thy feet, I lay, and I shall follow thee throughout the world. From peak to valley, 'cross sea and field, I remain. Yet no cloud, no squall shall hinder us.'
[He changed the line, yes. And it pains him greatly.]
He was expecting something else entirely. Something polite, something decent, something so very proper- a refusal conducted in such an overwhelmingly gentlemanly way most would actually be inclined to offer their thanks for it, despite their broken heart.
Yet that is not what happens. He is reached for- indeed without Hades' usual propriety- urged closer, and held closely. What comes from Hades' mouth is... well, at first, rather close to a refusal. Or more accurately, Hythlodaeus takes what comes as an expansion on what he has taken as refusal, more and more cushioning for the blow- and he wills himself to weather it.
For he does not want to be coddled- he does not want to be lightly let down, and he does not want to merely be the latest in a long line of people that Hades has had to treat kindly.
Yet that is not what happens. His surprise only grows, his eyes only widen, his mouth only becomes more slackjawed as Hades continues, and indeed, he finds himself openly staring.
And once he has regained himself, collected his thoughts:]
You remembered! ...And even better, you did not think to adapt Loveless for this moment.
[Levity, of course. Even in the face of something so serious. A hand rises, to lightly circle the wrist of Hades' right, still at his face. And tentatively, he guides the tips of his fingers to lightly trace his inner wrist.]
Just so I'm entirely clear. [It isn't that he's had a blow to the head. Nor that he's taken leave of his senses. Nor that Hades had thought too much of his senses.] You are prepared to proceed with this?
[The touch is so hesitant and so careful that even in the wake of such levity, Hades knows it for the truth. He does not move, instead allowing it to happen this-- shy and altogether unusual exploration of his inner wrist, and with it he feels something stir in his chest - a shiver without the unpleasant coldness of winter.]
[And here he lets out an entirely predictable huff of indignance - nothing gentlemanly about it.]
Of course I remember. You still wouldn't recognize an exemplary piece of classical literature even if it leapt up off the page and bit you on the nose.
[And a quite pleasing one it is. Hades finds himself staring again, but this time it is not one of stillness, but of looking and seeing, of recognizing exactly what it is he now holds close. And then he frowns, quite softly.]
Should I not be the one to ask such a question? As we both know, it has only been a week since you were last seen moping about in my study as if your entire world had ended.
[And more kindly he adds:]
Are you certain you are prepared for it? You needn't decide today. After all, what's a little waiting between friends? I will still be here.
[But do forgive him the very minor indulgence of sweeping a wisp of hair back behind Hythlodaeus' ear - he'd not touch him anywhere else, not without permission.]
Besides, what is there to prepare for? Already have we known one another for most of our lives. Think of it as a natural progression.
[Yes, so exemplary. So very exemplary, it needs to be called such by every single person that either has or has not read it, rather than allowed to stand on its own merit. His eyes narrow ever so slightly as Hades very much seems, momentarily, about to go on a tirade about the virtues of the piece, his lips curling upward into a smile.
He is about to say something to that effect. Perhaps even he shows signs of faint teasing- but the thought is put aside. For he should respond to what is said next. And so:]
I hope you would not think of yourself as someone I would cling to, in order to simply not feel lonely.
[Or any sort of rebound, thank you very much. His tone is even though, without any trace of joviality, or signs of being affronted. Instead, it is considered, quiet, even... earnest. And it comes with moving himself close once more, inclining his head to press the forepart, gently, against Hades' own.]
...Truth be told... I've held an affection for you for quite a while. If I were to be utterly frank with you, I believe my past three relationships have come to be simply because of your own interest in others, and because I wished to busy myself enough to not interfere in yours. For I could make it appear quite inadvertent.
[His eyes lower at the confession. And gently:]
As for my own, I chose people I thought decent. And those I thought I might be able to fashion each of them into half of what I know you to be. All were found lacking. And so each attempt ended.
[Indeed, the levity and the banter - the expansion of a long ago conversation occasionally revisited - they are all set aside. A crease forms where Hade's eyebrows would point towards one another, and likewise he is left to weigh Hythlodaeus' confession, to consider the words and each further implication.]
[He doesn't rush to answer, and instead frowns slightly in contemplation.]
...I think only that perhaps you should have broached the subject with me this "while" ago, if such has been your reasoning. Although I won't deny that I've played part in some few relationships over the centuries, I quite fail to imagine who it is you speak of in more recent memory. I haven't entered into an arrangement with anyone for well over half a decade now.
[Truly he has no idea. The last of them, surely, was Altima - a relatively brief joining that had occurred not long after he took up the seat of Emet-Selch. Altima had proven woefully unimaginative outside of his writings, and though Emet-Selch remains a fierce supporter of his work and even continues to critique his drafts from time to time (not a terrible trade-off, when he gets to sample them prior to public review), there is simply nothing else to be had.]
And I should hope I know you slightly better than that.
[Although, perhaps, not quite as well as he thought, for all of this to be revealed to him as something unexpected and unseen.]
No, you only attach yourself to that which you find completely and utterly fascinating. And even then, under normal circumstances you are painfully obvious about it.
[A glance, so close that molten gold would be spilling into those brighter, floral-colored eyes if only they were instead focused on his.]
I suppose, then, that these circumstances aren't precisely normal.
[Oh, that crease! Were the subject not such a serious, nor one so honest, he would have very much liked to have given it a little attention. For the other's gaze seems so stern at that very moment, very much like his mask for a fraction of a second. Yet.]
-You have not? Yet I've seen you...
[A hand rises to his chin. And he details, quite extensively at that, a fair number of people of which he has seen Hades with, at times that seemed to convey something within the specified five years. ...All ex-partners, of course. And all of them quite benign- yet on his end, mistook for brief rekindlings.
The truth of which, that only learned at this moment. That Hades had a single design for these people- his ongoing support in their endeavours. It is an easy mistake to make for someone like him- someone who did the exact opposite. Yet it is still...
Unforeseen. And oh, for someone like him that is supposed to see what most choose to conceal, he feels silly.]
Well. That would explain that...
[Yes. Very silly. His eyes drift away, and then he glances at Hades again.]
No, they are not. ...I've allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment, it seems. Imagine.
[And each of these somethings is explained, briefly but patiently. For yes, each ex-partner is someone whom Hades respects, and though they may have ended their mutual arrangement for lack of personal compatibility or to follow purposes which veered off in opposing directions from one another, it would seem that such partings were agreed upon, free of any lingering negative emotions. And when they cross paths in the future, there is no awkward avoidance, no jealousy, no bitterness - at least not on Hades' end from the way he recounts each one.]
...so, as you can see, you would not be interfering with anything.
[The statement is still quite open, yet not demanding of an answer. Neither is there any accusation tucked within.]
[Even so, it still rather boggles the mind that Hythlodaeus, seemingly (if he is understanding the situation correctly) has desired a more intimate connection for at least five years. And not only that, he's sought out substitutions to ease the sting of that which he'd thought was not possible. Had either of them stepped forward at any given time, they could have cut this misunderstanding quite short.]
[The more he thinks on it, the more of these little moments of "affection" begin to fall into place. Each innocent on their own, but together... How foolish of him for never having recognized them for what they truly were.]
Scarcely can I imagine it. But I am grateful nevertheless that we've found reason to clear up this matter. Although I cannot promise you will find that which you're hoping for even with me, I'd not have you continue to settle time after time, and again walk away disappointed.
So to that... I would offer that you see for yourself.
[The context behind each, at this point, hardly needs explanation, and he would raise his voice in protest at it- yet he does not. And as such, they are explained. They make sense in the context that there was nothing within them. Nothing, perhaps, aside from the fact that Hades was a good man, and even after someone had failed to live up to his expectations for whatever reason, painful or not, he wished them no ill. Supported them in their endeavors, even- remained on good terms and did anything and everything he could to help them.
Because that is Hades, he's reminded. (Concealed) goodness. (Far too modest) goodness. Goodness that tends to temper himself in (hilarious) feigned tantrums and complaints to prevent it from being obvious.
And he is endeared by it. So much, actually. And he finds a faint smile coming to him, finds himself drawing closer, finds his lips moving to that crease in his brow by way of smoothing it; and drawing down to his lips again to attempt another.]
Then, I accept. We'll find out if we are on the correct path, together.
[He does attempt to deepen the kiss then, but curiously, he finds Hades' mouth unyielding, incompliant. A faint sound, curious, comes from him, and he moves the tip of his tongue lightly against his lower lip before drawing it into his mouth carefully, by way of encouragement.
[Hythlodaeus will find that Hades remains quite still, but this time it's clear that he isn't appalled by his actions or frozen in shock. No, he accepts the press of a kiss against his brow, and following that his expression does appear to relax - but slightly. His eyelids droop, and a soft smile twitches there at the corner of his mouth just before...]
Very well, then. Together.
[The second kiss he expects, and Hades leans in just enough, his lips soft and chaste, and yet somehow uncompromising. It's...nice, pleasant even, and he does not draw away. However, he's not at all certain what the problem seems to be when that perplexed noise reaches his ears. And then he feels something warm plying against his bottom lip? His brow furrows once again, this time in utter confusion as his eyes blink open and he opens his mouth in clumsy protest.]
[Now is hardly the time to explain. Nor the time to question the (very real) possibility that Hades, for all of his partners, all of his experience, had not done something as simple as this before. For it could not something as strange, as surprising, (as endearing) as that, could it?
He doesn't know. But it is the time to say something, and indeed he does.]
Trust in me.
[It's with affection he says it. And as he says it, his hand moves from the inside of his wrist to the side of his face. The backs of his fingers would caress up the side of his jaw- and settle at the back of his earlobe- just to toy, lightly, with the beginnings of his hair there. Should Hades do as directed and trust, he would find Hythlodaeus repositioning himself to angle his head and kiss him again, this time drawing his lower lip (gently) between his own and sucking on it lightly.
Should it have the desired effect of having Hades draw in his breath in a gasp, he would find the opening exploited and his mouth breached in no short order. Hythlodaeus' tongue would meet his own- affording it a playful flick at first, before it caresses it, circling around it, then pressing against it.
He's... certainly dominant. That's for certain, and perhaps a surprise to Hades, judging by the slow, certain way he's all but staked his claim unto his mouth. But it simply wouldn't do to overdo it. So the kiss is short, broken shortly thereafter, and ended, with a few chaste, light ones to Hades' bottom lip to close.
["Trust in me" he says! As if he didn't just come within yalms of adorning the face of the star as her newest and perhaps most unfortunate landmark. And yet his own soul bids him trust, for it is spoken gently and if he cannot well believe in his closest friend, then what trust is there to be had? He is spared only short moments to reach this decision, for then fingers are brushing the line of his jaw, tickling the fine white tufts at the back of his neck - and if Hythlodaeus had been looking, he would have seen that Hades' soul shudders once more.]
[Not even when he has been transformed before him, bathed triumphantly in darkness as his mortal flesh is discarded like a worn out robe, has he ever felt this exposed. And yet he finds that he isn't precisely horrified by the prospect.]
[And so he trusts. Hades knows there is some manner of trick to this, and when his bottom lip is taken, his head tips back only an ilm so that he might inhale, and prepare, and brace himself for whatever is to happen - his mouth parts for much-needed air to settle the erratic thundering in his chest and is soon invaded utterly.]
[This time he does gasp, heat flashing up his neck to settle across his face. Wide eyes slide shut, fingers grip Hythlodaeus' arms more securely, and his brow creases yet again as he learns the warm, wet and completely unrepentant track of Hythlodaeus' tongue. Kissing had always seemed to him a languid activity, a rather passive display of respect and support and sentimental feeling with variation only in placement and intensity. Like playing a piece of prepared music upon another person's flesh. Not...not this!]
[Whatever this is, it has the various fragments of his being igniting one after another in quick succession - alert and intent and--it seems he's barely afforded any time at all, barely even enough for him to swipe his own tongue (somewhat cautiously) along the side of Hythlodaeus' own before this kiss(!) concludes, and Hades is left to startle back into himself.]
[Oh, but his skin prickles, and unbeknownst to Hades his entire face is flushed as his mouth opens and closes a few times in mute confusion and then he scowls at Hythlodaeus in false anger -- anything, anything to not feel quite so vulnerable or to indicate any disappointment at having it ended so quickly.]
And what, pray tell, was that supposed to be?
[Hythlodaeus' guess is correct. Never before has anyone dared to make such a bold move against the illustrious Emet-Selch.]
My affection. I did mention that I'd deliver it unto you when you least expected it.
[There is a glint of amusement in his eyes- because he hardly needs his Sight to detect that Hades is affected. Why, just by the hue of his skin, he seems very affected. Let alone the fact that his mouth opens and closes akin to a fish out of water! He can't help but laugh. But it's small, muted- and quiet- more a chuckle than anything.]
...Was it not for you?
[A few smaller ones, lighter ones- are then placed upon the bridge of his nose. They're fleeting, gentle- even though Hades himself, in this (fake) furore almost looks like he may very well bite his lips off for his troubles.]
[He's being gently provoked, he knows. As well as granted an invitation. It's almost as clear to him as if Hythlodaeus had looked him dead in the eyes and bid him come and enact his revenge if he disliked his affections so much.]
[But that is precisely it. He didn't dislike it at all. There is no one else here, and if he wishes more, he's all but been given permission to go ahead and try.]
[And he does want more. Overwhelmingly.]
[Almost before Hythlodaeus can voice what a pity it is, he'll find that Hades acts. It isn't so much a bite as it is a light pinch - just enough to grant him purchase, to keep those lips from pulling away that his own tongue might press against them seeking entrance. He would make a thorough study of it, if he is allowed. And should Hythlodaeus' "affection" stand as an accurate example, he suspects he can reenact what only just occurred to similar if not equal consequence.]
[If it is not yet for him, he can make it so. Never before has he...]
[So do forgive him if he's too preoccupied to answer.]
[They must be a sight, the pair of them- two grown men sitting in a pile of leaves, doing this. Yet Hythlodaeus is quietly confident they would not be happened upon by anyone unfortunate enough to take in the sight. For the pile of leaves they're in stretches across the entirety of the woodland's ground, marking it as somewhere uninhabited, unsettled. Devoid even of subtle signs of animal life, for no birdcalls fill the air. Just the swaying of the trees in the wind.
By himself, he is more than certain he would dislike the silence. He's most certain he would dislike this place. Yet with Hades, he finds he likes it very much. Even, hypothetically, were they to be stumbled upon by one of the very first researchers to eventually settle this place and bring it purpose, life- without their masks nothing, save for their souls, marks them as who they are. Unmasked, they are very much anonymous. Two deviants, absolutely- to go about like this. Yet nothing more. There is no danger.
Still. He makes a faintly surprised noise when he finds his lower lip held between Hades' teeth, his eyebrows raising just faintly as he realises that the other intends to emulate.
And far be it for him to refuse. A muffled, ever-so-slightly amused sound then comes from him, and he (of course!) parts his lips to allow the other entrance, lowering his arm to hold Hades close... but oh, should Hades fancy Hythlodaeus would provide the same level of (shocked) tolerance, he would be gravely mistaken. For as soon as his tongue finds its way into Hythlodaeus' mouth, it would find itself beset with, sparred with, his own.]
[He should have expected as much. Hythlodaeus never was one for predictability much less quiet obedience. And though a part of him might perhaps prefer a moment to properly commit what he's learned, this is far better.]
[There has always been a pattern to his relationships, a sort of roadmap from one moment to the next when things should take a turn, a time to engage in quiet, intimate discussion, a time for touching, a time to retreat behind the closed door of one's bedchambers.]
[With Hythlodaeus, the only guide he has is the arm around his back and the teasing note that is lost beneath the intrusion of his tongue. He is beginning to rather have his doubts that anyone else could possibly kiss in such a manner, but it's hardly enough for him to break away. It is dark and it is quiet, and Hades' own hand curls around the base of Hythlodaeus' head, his long fingers weaving into his lilac braid as he seeks some manner of traction, some anchor that he might gain an upper hand against that plying warmth with a muted growl of annoyance.]
[Oh, this entire exercise should be utterly ridiculous! And yet it affects him in such a sure and unmistakable way until he can feel the heat all but racing through his veins, until he is all but breathless in his efforts to either capture or outmaneuver that opposing force and taste of him properly.]
[Indeed he was not, and no doubt the pattern would be broken in far more respects than just this. Hythlodaeus' relationships, by comparison, had been the exact opposite. Brief in duration, most certainly- but fun, nonetheless. Somewhat disordered, most certainly, with things depending on the personality of his partner and his own feeling far more than any sort of established roadmap.
Yet it had meant nothing. For in the end, they had all either left of their own volition, or been dismissed. Simply because, as in all relationships, difficulties had emerged. ...And he had found himself not all that compelled to press through them, for at most, as he had explained, all of them were simply emulations.
Yet that is gone. The loop of Hades' arm around him, the feeling of his fingers pressing their way into his hair, and even the little growl he provides has him smile, and his persistence is rewarded. Mid-infuriating little loop of his tongue around the other's attempt to press against it, he ceases- slowing himself to (gently) flick against it once more, before allowing Hades to have his dominion over the inside of his mouth, if he so pleased.
...Or he would, but he is running out of air. He breaks the kiss- gently, just in order to breathe something small out.]
Do not forget to breathe.
[Sage advice, for certain. A little late, yet... well intended. When Hades has had sufficient time to refill his lungs, he should find himself kissed again- this time, Hythlodaeus allowing him entry compliantly, pliantly.
...If anything, simply to see what it was like. For allowing such was certainly new to him.]
[A soft snort is Hythlodaeus' response, even though he is hardly the only one running short of air. When they part, Hades is panting - but it is brief, quiet, and mostly controlled.]
Perhaps--you should first follow your own advice. Before offering me counsel.
[And it begins again? This is starting to seem quite excessive, and yet Hades would be a fool to refuse. Hythlodaeus might be the most exhausting person he has ever had the pleasure - for it is that, he's all but certain - of kissing, and yet he has never before been so excited about the prospect of something so exhausting. His eyelids are heavy, and he is warmed by his own quickened pulse which simply won't settle back down.]
[When he's kissed, he answers, and when Hythlodaeus proves compliant, well-- Hades finds the challenge is sorely missed, and yet that does not stop him from breathing his approval and delving back unto his mouth once more - slowly, that he might take in the details for a moment or three. And then? Then does his tongue begin to worry at the other's - circling, stroking, and even lighter tracing - all quite benign even as attempts at badgering Hythlodaeus out of his inaction tend to go, but certainly demands which he's never before made of anyone.]
[Of anyone...]
[And, again, he would think to draw back, aware at last that they are sitting in a pile of leaves in the middle of nowhere, he is dirty and his hupodema are sopping, he is unmasked...and they might both quite prefer to try this in comfort, in private, in a place of relaxation.]
...Didn't you wish to return home? Assuming, of course, that your offer yet stands.
[Before all of this occurred, he's relatively sure there was a guest room with his name upon it.]
[They're both in accord. He's simply not the passive type. There is, of course, something to be said for Hades' gentle pressing. Each and every one of the other's attempts - be it the twist of his tongue here, a press or a flick at Hythlodaeus' own there- to have him abandon his inaction ...does things.
He finds his breath harder to take, his face growing warmer, his heart hammering to such an extent within the confines of his chest, in his wrists, in his ears even, he truly wonders whether or not Hades can hear it. And the sensation is new. Very new. For this feels, by the virtue of the way his body is reacting, highly different to any of his previous partners.
Yet no, he is not the passive type. Such is reflected in a flick to Hades' tongue as they part, as well as a brief catch of his lower lip between his teeth as they seperate. And as they are parted yet not- with Hythlodaeus' hands tightly gripping the fabric of Hades' cowl at each upper arm, his forehead pressed flat against the other's, and his breath, deep, heavy, no doubt tickling the other's face...]
...That would be an idea. Else, we're asking to be rained upon.
[Oh, his offer still stands. In fact, Hades might find himself upgraded in terms of sleeping arrangements. Providing he's amenable, of course.
He finally leans back, casting a curious glance around the leaf carpet for his mask. ...And ah. He can detect something with traces of his aether upon it... a few miles away, from his freefall, no doubt. He has to laugh. And he does, gently.
[A terse if somewhat raw reply. And, oh, he is amenable (perhaps to a rather startling degree). Consider his curiosity piqued, and (he should like not to admit) a number of other things as well. His flesh yearns to draw Hythlodaeus closer, and each little reaction sparks something within him, too. It builds upon itself until his very soul feels afflicted and feverish.]
[Hades has no true notion of what he's getting himself into, and that, he thinks, is somehow, inexplicably the best part. He knows only who he's getting into it with, and he suspects if he had known this an age ago, he scarce would have believed it.]
[When Hythlodaeus at last leans back to begin searching about for his lost mask, so too does Hades take the opportunity to affix the mark of Emet-Selch back upon his own face - pausing only to pluck a leaf from one of the eye holes which he extends wordlessly between two fingers. It's quite a lovely specimen, actually. A deep crimson color, fan-shaped and translucent with an ornate pattern of veins spreading throughout it from one point to the next.]
And, yes, you will be. I didn't think that particular detail was in question. Unless you've some other truth you wish to share? ...all of which, I assure you, we can settle once we've left this place.
[He's not about to take his chances with Hythlodaeus becoming distracted and teleporting himself accidentally into lava next time, and so, Hades will prove all too willing to take over that task himself (and indeed, for at least a week afterwards). And so it is that once the mask is properly retrieved, he shall usher them back to where this night began, safe from prying eyes, with a crisp snap of his fingers.]
[Abandoning his own mask as lost, he eventually raises his head and begins the act of creating another one to... well, blink. His magicks are canceled immediately as he spies what exactly Hades is pointing his way- a broadleaf, it seems. Oak, and almost, just almost, as red as Hades' own mask. The veins, with the light upon them, seem almost black- strong and fanning out in a pleasing fashion.
He smiles. ...How sentimental, he would think- were it not for the fact he has already gifted Hades a small memento of the night in the desert made of glass. So he takes it with a small measure of thanks, his lips curling into a smile as he gets close once more, pressing another kiss to his uncovered lips.
This one is not pressing. It is both small and sincere, with a lingering affection that Hades may be able to feel even after he has withdrawn and has twirled the leaf by the stem in his fingers.
And then they're off. As they emerge from Hades' (perfectly safe) portal unto his apartment, he turns.]
Oh, actually... there was something. It involves our sleeping arrangements.
[ Prepare to be shocked, awed, and utterly scandalized, Hades. For he's taking your hand and guiding you, gently, through the hallways. He passes the spare room, but keeps hold. And he opens his own door, revealing a sight which... really, he can't recall Hades ever being privy to, as close as their friendship was. It is a room. Circular, and in Amaroutine fashion, adorned with marble and columns. In it's very center stands a bed. One actually rather gigantic.
And as Hythlodaeus steps inside... he does not let go of his hand.]
I'll have to insist, I'm afraid. And I have spare sleeping clothes should you be unprepared.
[And yet it feels as if it is exactly the right thing to give, for there seems no end to Hythlodaeus' affection. It's a far cry from what he was forced to endure earlier, and as they safely materialize in Hythlodaeus' apartment, Hades can scarce believe that only a few hours have passed. It is now quite late, to be sure, but somehow this is the same night which was first begun quipping about work and discussing Marberry's merits in particular.]
Our sleeping arrangements? How so?
[The comment has Hades quirking an eyebrow, and then he is being led like a child learning to walk for the first time. Past the familiar guest quarters (which has him frowning), and further down the corridor to a room he's never before entered. The master suite, he realizes with a growing sense of bafflement as his head slowly turns to take in the well-appointed space. The bed, in particular, is a massive thing, and quite luxurious from the looks of it. Yet that does not explain why he is here.]
[Unless...]
[His mouth works silently for a moment, and then his chin jerks back as he stares a his companion in what may be mild shock.]
And what, pray tell, are you insisting upon? Surely you don't think I'd be so crude and unchivalrous!
[He agreed to a relationship, not an affair! And though he certainly isn't pulling his hand away, it's clear from the sideways tilt of his head and the almost jumpy current which unsettles his aether that Hades has some rather pointed reservations about this. To be sure, the only reason anyone has ever led him thus was for one simple reason of a most carnal nature. But not within the first hour of their arrangement!]
[Attraction and history aside, he would not think so little of him as to leap immediately to the finish without first going through the proper steps! There's an order to these matters - a progression, which like all things must be carefully cultivated.]
Rest, of course. Unless you'd prefer to stay up for longer?
[He has to admit, he's perplexed. And it shows in his face as he peers, curiously, at Hades and his aura, quavering almost as if he has seen something which has shaken his very core. ...And he blinks. Crude, unchivalrous? Oh, he couldn't possibly think he intended to...
...He does, doesn't he. How cute. ...And somewhat odd. Perhaps some questions are to be asked about the nature of Hades' previous relationships. But mostly cute.]
Now, now. There's nothing crude or unchivalrous about sleeping beside each other. Especially when we are both clothed.
[A tug of his arm, further inside; and then he releases it, walking to a cleverly concealed wardrobe, hidden behind one of the walls. There, a spare robe and trousers, made of a far softer material than their usual type, is procured. ...Yes. Those were a little too large for him, as he remembers. Which means they'll do quite well. And as he returns:]
Unless... you misunderstand my intention. You couldn't possibly think I would ask you to sleep with me so early on?
[He should be affronted. But he can't help but find it hilarious. And it shows, in a small laugh unto his hand as he hands over the garments.]
[Now it's his turn to appear utterly perplexed, although any visible quavering within his soul is fairly quick to sputter out after that, replaced by a muted and steady thrum as he looks again from Hythlodaeus to the bed, and back again to Hythlodaeus as he fetches a change of clothes - one undoubtedly free of any glass granules.]
And I should certainly hope not. But for what other reason would one expect to be led into someone's private chamber? A sleepover gathering is hardly the first thing which comes to mind!
For here I was under the impression that only children took part in such things.
[How, he wonders, would he even be able to consider sleep next to Hythlodaeus? Especially now that he knows what he does, and most especially now that they have each stepped a respective toe over the line from friends into a potential for something more.]
[He stares down at the garments as if they're a coiled snake. What Hythlodaeus is insisting isn't the worst thing in the world, no, but it's still quite boggling to him. He's never shared a bed before simply for the sake of sharing it.]
...yet you're saying this is a regular occurrence?
It's weird and strange and it is adorable and... he really does have to bite his tongue to not ask Hades if he was unfamiliar with the more intimate parts of what relationships entailed. He also has to actually, physically bite the inside of his cheeks and keep his jaw locked as well, just to stop a broad grin spreading across his features.
He really, really has to. Because laughing, he's certain- when he is being looked at so earnestly- when there is a vague semblance of real, genuine curiosity in the other's tone- would be cruel.]
Well. Occurances such as that have been routine in my relationships. Clearly not in yours. And I must admit, to me, the thought of seperate sleeping is just as strange as you find doing so.
[He turns, just to unloop his tie from his braid, and to seperate each section from where they are coiled around each other. Once that is done, his fingers thread through the mass, acting as a makeshift comb.]
...Should it be too much of a leap, you're more than welcome to take the spare chamber. Alternatively, you could try this. And then should it be not to your liking, you may leave for the other room at any point. I'll not take offense.
Clearly. There are those of us, after all, who appreciate being allowed some personal space.
[Hades' brow furrows again as his gaze lingers on the bed, and he exhales long and quiet through his nose. Despite what an oddity it is to him yet, he is beginning to see why a different approach exists. Hythlodaeus has always been much the opposite, for example - friendly, cheerful, and occasionally hovering, not hesitating to flit in and out of his space bubble, nor to reach out and make contact. Where he finds relief in those moments alone, perhaps Hythlodaeus instead seeks comfort in company. It makes sense. He can scarce imagine his friend being happy all by his lonesome. And had that not been why he had made so many visits to see Hythlodaeus following this last severance?]
[Indeed is he being earnest, though he suspects Hythlodaeus is doing all he can not to needle him further about it. Hades head turns back in his direction, and he frowns again - or he would, if he didn't find himself quite suddenly and quite intensely distracted. Hades had thought that hair beautiful before when woven into a loose braid, but now it has been teased out into thick lilac waves which fairly shine, and he catches a faint, sweet whiff of what can only be some manner of floral extract.]
[This creature... this man surely cannot be real.]
[Hades huffs, clutching the change of dress more closely to his chest so they cannot be retracted.]
Honestly...! I do hope you weren't expecting a cuddling partner. If so, then I suspect you will be sorely disappointed. I've never been known for such things.
...That being said, I don't recall saying I wouldn't at least attempt to indulge your whims.
If I'm not asleep within the hour, I'll simply retire to the guest quarters. Does that suit?
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[Propriety be damned, he leans over and grasps Hythlodaeus by the forearms to jostle his companion into looking at him properly (or so he can only hope), to stop being such a fool about all of this.]
[Though what Hades is about to do is perhaps even more foolish by half.]
Enough, Hythlodaeus.
Now I will allow that anyone would find reason to run off after witnessing something so unexpected and uninvited, but I will thank you to never apologize for simply making a suggestion in my presence again.
[And here he pulls him closer, gently and with care until the snowy white of his bangs falls on either side of Hythlodaeus' face.]
If you wish to stay, then stay. Did I not just finish telling you that I would never let you go easily?
Should you be so inclined as to follow me into the next life, then remain as you are in this one. I never once rejected your agreement. Though neither would I be the one to propose such a thing on the heels of what you have only just been through.
[Whatever Hades' own feelings, he would not be so callous as to declare any intention when Hythlodaeus has only just begun to smile again following a relationship in tatters. And here again... an empty laugh. Withdrawal. Hades can't help but sigh, feeling all of his efforts to help are fast unraveling at the seams. He looks entirely defeated when he adds, his mouth twitching in dislike for this, hardly one of his favorite works:]
'All my pride at thy feet, I lay, and I shall follow thee throughout the world. From peak to valley, 'cross sea and field, I remain. Yet no cloud, no squall shall hinder us.'
[He changed the line, yes. And it pains him greatly.]
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He was expecting something else entirely. Something polite, something decent, something so very proper- a refusal conducted in such an overwhelmingly gentlemanly way most would actually be inclined to offer their thanks for it, despite their broken heart.
Yet that is not what happens.
He is reached for- indeed without Hades' usual propriety- urged closer, and held closely. What comes from Hades' mouth is... well, at first, rather close to a refusal. Or more accurately, Hythlodaeus takes what comes as an expansion on what he has taken as refusal, more and more cushioning for the blow- and he wills himself to weather it.
For he does not want to be coddled- he does not want to be lightly let down, and he does not want to merely be the latest in a long line of people that Hades has had to treat kindly.
Yet that is not what happens.
His surprise only grows, his eyes only widen, his mouth only becomes more slackjawed as Hades continues, and indeed, he finds himself openly staring.
And once he has regained himself, collected his thoughts:]
You remembered! ...And even better, you did not think to adapt Loveless for this moment.
[Levity, of course. Even in the face of something so serious. A hand rises, to lightly circle the wrist of Hades' right, still at his face. And tentatively, he guides the tips of his fingers to lightly trace his inner wrist.]
Just so I'm entirely clear. [It isn't that he's had a blow to the head. Nor that he's taken leave of his senses. Nor that Hades had thought too much of his senses.] You are prepared to proceed with this?
[It's faint disbelief, if he's honest.]
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[And here he lets out an entirely predictable huff of indignance - nothing gentlemanly about it.]
Of course I remember. You still wouldn't recognize an exemplary piece of classical literature even if it leapt up off the page and bit you on the nose.
[And a quite pleasing one it is. Hades finds himself staring again, but this time it is not one of stillness, but of looking and seeing, of recognizing exactly what it is he now holds close. And then he frowns, quite softly.]
Should I not be the one to ask such a question? As we both know, it has only been a week since you were last seen moping about in my study as if your entire world had ended.
[And more kindly he adds:]
Are you certain you are prepared for it? You needn't decide today. After all, what's a little waiting between friends? I will still be here.
[But do forgive him the very minor indulgence of sweeping a wisp of hair back behind Hythlodaeus' ear - he'd not touch him anywhere else, not without permission.]
Besides, what is there to prepare for? Already have we known one another for most of our lives. Think of it as a natural progression.
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He is about to say something to that effect. Perhaps even he shows signs of faint teasing- but the thought is put aside. For he should respond to what is said next. And so:]
I hope you would not think of yourself as someone I would cling to, in order to simply not feel lonely.
[Or any sort of rebound, thank you very much. His tone is even though, without any trace of joviality, or signs of being affronted. Instead, it is considered, quiet, even... earnest. And it comes with moving himself close once more, inclining his head to press the forepart, gently, against Hades' own.]
...Truth be told... I've held an affection for you for quite a while. If I were to be utterly frank with you, I believe my past three relationships have come to be simply because of your own interest in others, and because I wished to busy myself enough to not interfere in yours. For I could make it appear quite inadvertent.
[His eyes lower at the confession. And gently:]
As for my own, I chose people I thought decent. And those I thought I might be able to fashion each of them into half of what I know you to be. All were found lacking. And so each attempt ended.
...Do you think less of me for it?
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[He doesn't rush to answer, and instead frowns slightly in contemplation.]
...I think only that perhaps you should have broached the subject with me this "while" ago, if such has been your reasoning. Although I won't deny that I've played part in some few relationships over the centuries, I quite fail to imagine who it is you speak of in more recent memory. I haven't entered into an arrangement with anyone for well over half a decade now.
[Truly he has no idea. The last of them, surely, was Altima - a relatively brief joining that had occurred not long after he took up the seat of Emet-Selch. Altima had proven woefully unimaginative outside of his writings, and though Emet-Selch remains a fierce supporter of his work and even continues to critique his drafts from time to time (not a terrible trade-off, when he gets to sample them prior to public review), there is simply nothing else to be had.]
And I should hope I know you slightly better than that.
[Although, perhaps, not quite as well as he thought, for all of this to be revealed to him as something unexpected and unseen.]
No, you only attach yourself to that which you find completely and utterly fascinating. And even then, under normal circumstances you are painfully obvious about it.
[A glance, so close that molten gold would be spilling into those brighter, floral-colored eyes if only they were instead focused on his.]
I suppose, then, that these circumstances aren't precisely normal.
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-You have not? Yet I've seen you...
[A hand rises to his chin. And he details, quite extensively at that, a fair number of people of which he has seen Hades with, at times that seemed to convey something within the specified five years. ...All ex-partners, of course. And all of them quite benign- yet on his end, mistook for brief rekindlings.
The truth of which, that only learned at this moment. That Hades had a single design for these people- his ongoing support in their endeavours. It is an easy mistake to make for someone like him- someone who did the exact opposite. Yet it is still...
Unforeseen.
And oh, for someone like him that is supposed to see what most choose to conceal, he feels silly.]
Well. That would explain that...
[Yes. Very silly. His eyes drift away, and then he glances at Hades again.]
No, they are not. ...I've allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment, it seems. Imagine.
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...so, as you can see, you would not be interfering with anything.
[The statement is still quite open, yet not demanding of an answer. Neither is there any accusation tucked within.]
[Even so, it still rather boggles the mind that Hythlodaeus, seemingly (if he is understanding the situation correctly) has desired a more intimate connection for at least five years. And not only that, he's sought out substitutions to ease the sting of that which he'd thought was not possible. Had either of them stepped forward at any given time, they could have cut this misunderstanding quite short.]
[The more he thinks on it, the more of these little moments of "affection" begin to fall into place. Each innocent on their own, but together... How foolish of him for never having recognized them for what they truly were.]
Scarcely can I imagine it. But I am grateful nevertheless that we've found reason to clear up this matter. Although I cannot promise you will find that which you're hoping for even with me, I'd not have you continue to settle time after time, and again walk away disappointed.
So to that... I would offer that you see for yourself.
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Because that is Hades, he's reminded. (Concealed) goodness. (Far too modest) goodness. Goodness that tends to temper himself in (hilarious) feigned tantrums and complaints to prevent it from being obvious.
And he is endeared by it. So much, actually. And he finds a faint smile coming to him, finds himself drawing closer, finds his lips moving to that crease in his brow by way of smoothing it; and drawing down to his lips again to attempt another.]
Then, I accept. We'll find out if we are on the correct path, together.
[He does attempt to deepen the kiss then, but curiously, he finds Hades' mouth unyielding, incompliant. A faint sound, curious, comes from him, and he moves the tip of his tongue lightly against his lower lip before drawing it into his mouth carefully, by way of encouragement.
...Maybe now?]
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Very well, then. Together.
[The second kiss he expects, and Hades leans in just enough, his lips soft and chaste, and yet somehow uncompromising. It's...nice, pleasant even, and he does not draw away. However, he's not at all certain what the problem seems to be when that perplexed noise reaches his ears. And then he feels something warm plying against his bottom lip? His brow furrows once again, this time in utter confusion as his eyes blink open and he opens his mouth in clumsy protest.]
What are you...?
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He doesn't know. But it is the time to say something, and indeed he does.]
Trust in me.
[It's with affection he says it. And as he says it, his hand moves from the inside of his wrist to the side of his face. The backs of his fingers would caress up the side of his jaw- and settle at the back of his earlobe- just to toy, lightly, with the beginnings of his hair there. Should Hades do as directed and trust, he would find Hythlodaeus repositioning himself to angle his head and kiss him again, this time drawing his lower lip (gently) between his own and sucking on it lightly.
Should it have the desired effect of having Hades draw in his breath in a gasp, he would find the opening exploited and his mouth breached in no short order. Hythlodaeus' tongue would meet his own- affording it a playful flick at first, before it caresses it, circling around it, then pressing against it.
He's... certainly dominant. That's for certain, and perhaps a surprise to Hades, judging by the slow, certain way he's all but staked his claim unto his mouth. But it simply wouldn't do to overdo it. So the kiss is short, broken shortly thereafter, and ended, with a few chaste, light ones to Hades' bottom lip to close.
And.]
You seem surprised.
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[Not even when he has been transformed before him, bathed triumphantly in darkness as his mortal flesh is discarded like a worn out robe, has he ever felt this exposed. And yet he finds that he isn't precisely horrified by the prospect.]
[And so he trusts. Hades knows there is some manner of trick to this, and when his bottom lip is taken, his head tips back only an ilm so that he might inhale, and prepare, and brace himself for whatever is to happen - his mouth parts for much-needed air to settle the erratic thundering in his chest and is soon invaded utterly.]
[This time he does gasp, heat flashing up his neck to settle across his face. Wide eyes slide shut, fingers grip Hythlodaeus' arms more securely, and his brow creases yet again as he learns the warm, wet and completely unrepentant track of Hythlodaeus' tongue. Kissing had always seemed to him a languid activity, a rather passive display of respect and support and sentimental feeling with variation only in placement and intensity. Like playing a piece of prepared music upon another person's flesh. Not...not this!]
[Whatever this is, it has the various fragments of his being igniting one after another in quick succession - alert and intent and--it seems he's barely afforded any time at all, barely even enough for him to swipe his own tongue (somewhat cautiously) along the side of Hythlodaeus' own before this kiss(!) concludes, and Hades is left to startle back into himself.]
[Oh, but his skin prickles, and unbeknownst to Hades his entire face is flushed as his mouth opens and closes a few times in mute confusion and then he scowls at Hythlodaeus in false anger -- anything, anything to not feel quite so vulnerable or to indicate any disappointment at having it ended so quickly.]
And what, pray tell, was that supposed to be?
[Hythlodaeus' guess is correct. Never before has anyone dared to make such a bold move against the illustrious Emet-Selch.]
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[There is a glint of amusement in his eyes- because he hardly needs his Sight to detect that Hades is affected. Why, just by the hue of his skin, he seems very affected. Let alone the fact that his mouth opens and closes akin to a fish out of water! He can't help but laugh. But it's small, muted- and quiet- more a chuckle than anything.]
...Was it not for you?
[A few smaller ones, lighter ones- are then placed upon the bridge of his nose. They're fleeting, gentle- even though Hades himself, in this (fake) furore almost looks like he may very well bite his lips off for his troubles.]
Oh, what a pity. I rather enjoyed it.
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[He's being gently provoked, he knows. As well as granted an invitation. It's almost as clear to him as if Hythlodaeus had looked him dead in the eyes and bid him come and enact his revenge if he disliked his affections so much.]
[But that is precisely it. He didn't dislike it at all. There is no one else here, and if he wishes more, he's all but been given permission to go ahead and try.]
[And he does want more. Overwhelmingly.]
[Almost before Hythlodaeus can voice what a pity it is, he'll find that Hades acts. It isn't so much a bite as it is a light pinch - just enough to grant him purchase, to keep those lips from pulling away that his own tongue might press against them seeking entrance. He would make a thorough study of it, if he is allowed. And should Hythlodaeus' "affection" stand as an accurate example, he suspects he can reenact what only just occurred to similar if not equal consequence.]
[If it is not yet for him, he can make it so. Never before has he...]
[So do forgive him if he's too preoccupied to answer.]
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By himself, he is more than certain he would dislike the silence. He's most certain he would dislike this place. Yet with Hades, he finds he likes it very much. Even, hypothetically, were they to be stumbled upon by one of the very first researchers to eventually settle this place and bring it purpose, life- without their masks nothing, save for their souls, marks them as who they are. Unmasked, they are very much anonymous. Two deviants, absolutely- to go about like this. Yet nothing more. There is no danger.
Still. He makes a faintly surprised noise when he finds his lower lip held between Hades' teeth, his eyebrows raising just faintly as he realises that the other intends to emulate.
And far be it for him to refuse. A muffled, ever-so-slightly amused sound then comes from him, and he (of course!) parts his lips to allow the other entrance, lowering his arm to hold Hades close... but oh, should Hades fancy Hythlodaeus would provide the same level of (shocked) tolerance, he would be gravely mistaken. For as soon as his tongue finds its way into Hythlodaeus' mouth, it would find itself beset with, sparred with, his own.]
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[There has always been a pattern to his relationships, a sort of roadmap from one moment to the next when things should take a turn, a time to engage in quiet, intimate discussion, a time for touching, a time to retreat behind the closed door of one's bedchambers.]
[With Hythlodaeus, the only guide he has is the arm around his back and the teasing note that is lost beneath the intrusion of his tongue. He is beginning to rather have his doubts that anyone else could possibly kiss in such a manner, but it's hardly enough for him to break away. It is dark and it is quiet, and Hades' own hand curls around the base of Hythlodaeus' head, his long fingers weaving into his lilac braid as he seeks some manner of traction, some anchor that he might gain an upper hand against that plying warmth with a muted growl of annoyance.]
[Oh, this entire exercise should be utterly ridiculous! And yet it affects him in such a sure and unmistakable way until he can feel the heat all but racing through his veins, until he is all but breathless in his efforts to either capture or outmaneuver that opposing force and taste of him properly.]
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Yet it had meant nothing. For in the end, they had all either left of their own volition, or been dismissed. Simply because, as in all relationships, difficulties had emerged. ...And he had found himself not all that compelled to press through them, for at most, as he had explained, all of them were simply emulations.
Yet that is gone. The loop of Hades' arm around him, the feeling of his fingers pressing their way into his hair, and even the little growl he provides has him smile, and his persistence is rewarded. Mid-infuriating little loop of his tongue around the other's attempt to press against it, he ceases- slowing himself to (gently) flick against it once more, before allowing Hades to have his dominion over the inside of his mouth, if he so pleased.
...Or he would, but he is running out of air. He breaks the kiss- gently, just in order to breathe something small out.]
Do not forget to breathe.
[Sage advice, for certain. A little late, yet... well intended. When Hades has had sufficient time to refill his lungs, he should find himself kissed again- this time, Hythlodaeus allowing him entry compliantly, pliantly.
...If anything, simply to see what it was like. For allowing such was certainly new to him.]
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Perhaps--you should first follow your own advice. Before offering me counsel.
[And it begins again? This is starting to seem quite excessive, and yet Hades would be a fool to refuse. Hythlodaeus might be the most exhausting person he has ever had the pleasure - for it is that, he's all but certain - of kissing, and yet he has never before been so excited about the prospect of something so exhausting. His eyelids are heavy, and he is warmed by his own quickened pulse which simply won't settle back down.]
[When he's kissed, he answers, and when Hythlodaeus proves compliant, well-- Hades finds the challenge is sorely missed, and yet that does not stop him from breathing his approval and delving back unto his mouth once more - slowly, that he might take in the details for a moment or three. And then? Then does his tongue begin to worry at the other's - circling, stroking, and even lighter tracing - all quite benign even as attempts at badgering Hythlodaeus out of his inaction tend to go, but certainly demands which he's never before made of anyone.]
[Of anyone...]
[And, again, he would think to draw back, aware at last that they are sitting in a pile of leaves in the middle of nowhere, he is dirty and his hupodema are sopping, he is unmasked...and they might both quite prefer to try this in comfort, in private, in a place of relaxation.]
...Didn't you wish to return home? Assuming, of course, that your offer yet stands.
[Before all of this occurred, he's relatively sure there was a guest room with his name upon it.]
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He finds his breath harder to take, his face growing warmer, his heart hammering to such an extent within the confines of his chest, in his wrists, in his ears even, he truly wonders whether or not Hades can hear it. And the sensation is new. Very new. For this feels, by the virtue of the way his body is reacting, highly different to any of his previous partners.
Yet no, he is not the passive type. Such is reflected in a flick to Hades' tongue as they part, as well as a brief catch of his lower lip between his teeth as they seperate. And as they are parted yet not- with Hythlodaeus' hands tightly gripping the fabric of Hades' cowl at each upper arm, his forehead pressed flat against the other's, and his breath, deep, heavy, no doubt tickling the other's face...]
...That would be an idea. Else, we're asking to be rained upon.
[Oh, his offer still stands. In fact, Hades might find himself upgraded in terms of sleeping arrangements. Providing he's amenable, of course.
He finally leans back, casting a curious glance around the leaf carpet for his mask. ...And ah. He can detect something with traces of his aether upon it... a few miles away, from his freefall, no doubt. He has to laugh. And he does, gently.
And as he turns his gaze back to Hades...]
Might I leave the teleportation magick to you?
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[A terse if somewhat raw reply. And, oh, he is amenable (perhaps to a rather startling degree). Consider his curiosity piqued, and (he should like not to admit) a number of other things as well. His flesh yearns to draw Hythlodaeus closer, and each little reaction sparks something within him, too. It builds upon itself until his very soul feels afflicted and feverish.]
[Hades has no true notion of what he's getting himself into, and that, he thinks, is somehow, inexplicably the best part. He knows only who he's getting into it with, and he suspects if he had known this an age ago, he scarce would have believed it.]
[When Hythlodaeus at last leans back to begin searching about for his lost mask, so too does Hades take the opportunity to affix the mark of Emet-Selch back upon his own face - pausing only to pluck a leaf from one of the eye holes which he extends wordlessly between two fingers. It's quite a lovely specimen, actually. A deep crimson color, fan-shaped and translucent with an ornate pattern of veins spreading throughout it from one point to the next.]
And, yes, you will be. I didn't think that particular detail was in question. Unless you've some other truth you wish to share? ...all of which, I assure you, we can settle once we've left this place.
[He's not about to take his chances with Hythlodaeus becoming distracted and teleporting himself accidentally into lava next time, and so, Hades will prove all too willing to take over that task himself (and indeed, for at least a week afterwards). And so it is that once the mask is properly retrieved, he shall usher them back to where this night began, safe from prying eyes, with a crisp snap of his fingers.]
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He smiles. ...How sentimental, he would think- were it not for the fact he has already gifted Hades a small memento of the night in the desert made of glass. So he takes it with a small measure of thanks, his lips curling into a smile as he gets close once more, pressing another kiss to his uncovered lips.
This one is not pressing. It is both small and sincere, with a lingering affection that Hades may be able to feel even after he has withdrawn and has twirled the leaf by the stem in his fingers.
And then they're off. As they emerge from Hades' (perfectly safe) portal unto his apartment, he turns.]
Oh, actually... there was something. It involves our sleeping arrangements.
[ Prepare to be shocked, awed, and utterly scandalized, Hades. For he's taking your hand and guiding you, gently, through the hallways. He passes the spare room, but keeps hold. And he opens his own door, revealing a sight which... really, he can't recall Hades ever being privy to, as close as their friendship was. It is a room. Circular, and in Amaroutine fashion, adorned with marble and columns. In it's very center stands a bed. One actually rather gigantic.
And as Hythlodaeus steps inside... he does not let go of his hand.]
I'll have to insist, I'm afraid. And I have spare sleeping clothes should you be unprepared.
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[And yet it feels as if it is exactly the right thing to give, for there seems no end to Hythlodaeus' affection. It's a far cry from what he was forced to endure earlier, and as they safely materialize in Hythlodaeus' apartment, Hades can scarce believe that only a few hours have passed. It is now quite late, to be sure, but somehow this is the same night which was first begun quipping about work and discussing Marberry's merits in particular.]
Our sleeping arrangements? How so?
[The comment has Hades quirking an eyebrow, and then he is being led like a child learning to walk for the first time. Past the familiar guest quarters (which has him frowning), and further down the corridor to a room he's never before entered. The master suite, he realizes with a growing sense of bafflement as his head slowly turns to take in the well-appointed space. The bed, in particular, is a massive thing, and quite luxurious from the looks of it. Yet that does not explain why he is here.]
[Unless...]
[His mouth works silently for a moment, and then his chin jerks back as he stares a his companion in what may be mild shock.]
And what, pray tell, are you insisting upon? Surely you don't think I'd be so crude and unchivalrous!
[He agreed to a relationship, not an affair! And though he certainly isn't pulling his hand away, it's clear from the sideways tilt of his head and the almost jumpy current which unsettles his aether that Hades has some rather pointed reservations about this. To be sure, the only reason anyone has ever led him thus was for one simple reason of a most carnal nature. But not within the first hour of their arrangement!]
[Attraction and history aside, he would not think so little of him as to leap immediately to the finish without first going through the proper steps! There's an order to these matters - a progression, which like all things must be carefully cultivated.]
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[He has to admit, he's perplexed. And it shows in his face as he peers, curiously, at Hades and his aura, quavering almost as if he has seen something which has shaken his very core. ...And he blinks. Crude, unchivalrous? Oh, he couldn't possibly think he intended to...
...He does, doesn't he.
How cute. ...And somewhat odd. Perhaps some questions are to be asked about the nature of Hades' previous relationships. But mostly cute.]
Now, now. There's nothing crude or unchivalrous about sleeping beside each other. Especially when we are both clothed.
[A tug of his arm, further inside; and then he releases it, walking to a cleverly concealed wardrobe, hidden behind one of the walls. There, a spare robe and trousers, made of a far softer material than their usual type, is procured. ...Yes. Those were a little too large for him, as he remembers. Which means they'll do quite well. And as he returns:]
Unless... you misunderstand my intention. You couldn't possibly think I would ask you to sleep with me so early on?
[He should be affronted. But he can't help but find it hilarious. And it shows, in a small laugh unto his hand as he hands over the garments.]
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[Now it's his turn to appear utterly perplexed, although any visible quavering within his soul is fairly quick to sputter out after that, replaced by a muted and steady thrum as he looks again from Hythlodaeus to the bed, and back again to Hythlodaeus as he fetches a change of clothes - one undoubtedly free of any glass granules.]
And I should certainly hope not. But for what other reason would one expect to be led into someone's private chamber? A sleepover gathering is hardly the first thing which comes to mind!
For here I was under the impression that only children took part in such things.
[How, he wonders, would he even be able to consider sleep next to Hythlodaeus? Especially now that he knows what he does, and most especially now that they have each stepped a respective toe over the line from friends into a potential for something more.]
[He stares down at the garments as if they're a coiled snake. What Hythlodaeus is insisting isn't the worst thing in the world, no, but it's still quite boggling to him. He's never shared a bed before simply for the sake of sharing it.]
...yet you're saying this is a regular occurrence?
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It's weird and strange and it is adorable and... he really does have to bite his tongue to not ask Hades if he was unfamiliar with the more intimate parts of what relationships entailed. He also has to actually, physically bite the inside of his cheeks and keep his jaw locked as well, just to stop a broad grin spreading across his features.
He really, really has to.
Because laughing, he's certain- when he is being looked at so earnestly- when there is a vague semblance of real, genuine curiosity in the other's tone- would be cruel.]
Well. Occurances such as that have been routine in my relationships. Clearly not in yours. And I must admit, to me, the thought of seperate sleeping is just as strange as you find doing so.
[He turns, just to unloop his tie from his braid, and to seperate each section from where they are coiled around each other. Once that is done, his fingers thread through the mass, acting as a makeshift comb.]
...Should it be too much of a leap, you're more than welcome to take the spare chamber. Alternatively, you could try this. And then should it be not to your liking, you may leave for the other room at any point. I'll not take offense.
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[Hades' brow furrows again as his gaze lingers on the bed, and he exhales long and quiet through his nose. Despite what an oddity it is to him yet, he is beginning to see why a different approach exists. Hythlodaeus has always been much the opposite, for example - friendly, cheerful, and occasionally hovering, not hesitating to flit in and out of his space bubble, nor to reach out and make contact. Where he finds relief in those moments alone, perhaps Hythlodaeus instead seeks comfort in company. It makes sense. He can scarce imagine his friend being happy all by his lonesome. And had that not been why he had made so many visits to see Hythlodaeus following this last severance?]
[Indeed is he being earnest, though he suspects Hythlodaeus is doing all he can not to needle him further about it. Hades head turns back in his direction, and he frowns again - or he would, if he didn't find himself quite suddenly and quite intensely distracted. Hades had thought that hair beautiful before when woven into a loose braid, but now it has been teased out into thick lilac waves which fairly shine, and he catches a faint, sweet whiff of what can only be some manner of floral extract.]
[This creature... this man surely cannot be real.]
[Hades huffs, clutching the change of dress more closely to his chest so they cannot be retracted.]
Honestly...! I do hope you weren't expecting a cuddling partner. If so, then I suspect you will be sorely disappointed. I've never been known for such things.
...That being said, I don't recall saying I wouldn't at least attempt to indulge your whims.
If I'm not asleep within the hour, I'll simply retire to the guest quarters.
Does that suit?
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I was wondering when you'd use that icon.
hades in pjs is perfect usage tbh
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