[A vague tilt of his head and his gaze wandering aside for a moment is the only response Hades would recieve as to his first question. And fortunately, it hardly matters. For the matter is not pressed. He stands, collecting Hades' glass and pouring yet another, should the other want it- it would be placed into his hand.]
Is that what you did? [A faint exhale.] I've not heard of anyone who can commune with the other side, let alone make demands of it. ...Well. Aside from Emet-Selch, I would presume.
[The irony of this conversation, of course, would become apparent in a few thousand years. But for now, it is something genuinely put. As well as something else.]
I'm fairly certain had you not done so, I would not be here. So, if you'll reconsider your stance, I would very much like to stay with you until you are recovered.
[And ah. There is that hint again. Although Hades' face is of course, mostly obscured- it seems to radiate off him regardless. So, perhaps some gentle teasing is in order? For after all, even faint annoyance should provide him a viable distraction.]
And I solemnly promise to try very, very, very hard to not make you feel so terrible about your rather orthodox literary habits.
[And he'll accept the second glass, for he is still very thirsty. This one doesn't empty quite so quickly, however, and Hades chooses instead to hold on to it, balanced there in both of his small hands, still propped up by his elbows and knees.]
Not a demand, a request. I'd not be so foolish as to think myself capable of ordering about the sea of all things. But every now and again it rises to my aid when I most have need of it. Occasionally it calls to me, and so I answer in turn.
[The irony is lost on him now, and he does not think it especially strange or special, for it has always been this way with him. He does not fear it, and he's even aware that much of his power likely stems from their connection. He also doesn't mention that he had not wanted to stand there and watch the other boy's life be cut short - that this was the motivating force behind the request. But now it is Hades' turn to tilt his head.]
Is that your reason for being here...? Then it's the Underworld you want. It has naught at all to do with me.
[Though he doesn't say "no", either. He may not be certain how he feels about this Hythlodaeus, but he's definitely not dull by any means. And... oh, he will go quite mad if he's stuck in bed for a week or more without even some parchment and a quill to keep him company. But at the teasing, he grimaces immediately.]
I don't feel at all terrible about them! But if you really want to make yourself useful, mayhap you might cease poking fun at my literary habits and actually fetch me something to read. I won't be able to concentrate on my recovery if I'm bored out of my mind from laying about in bed all day.
[Not entirely true, but. Well, surely he gets the point.]
[So that is the way of it. He can't help but feel surprised as he listens. His eyebrows even raise beneath his mask.
Hades was able to commune with the Underworld. And had the favour of it. Something so large, something so powerful, something that- whichever name someone chose to use for it, Sea or Underworld- simply was millions of souls forming the lifeblood of the very star itself. The very star itself. And the fact that Hades thought it nothing of note, seemed interested in Hythlodaeus' own tendency to be more observant than most, seemed to view his skill in it as something impressive by comparison is truly surprising.
For it bears repeating. This boy was protected by the very star. Did the current Emet-Selch know? They must, surely. His arms move to cross at his torso as he regards him, his voice even.]
Not quite. For the Underworld did not call upon itself to spare me a return. You did- therefore I have a debt to repay to you... Unless I'm mistaken, and it did?
[But then, at the grimace, he can't help but break out into a grin. For yes, it is a complaint. But he can see the assent underneath it. The small, barely there but there acknowledgement and assent. He stands, smoothing out his robe with his hands.]
I'll collect the driest, dourest tomes I can find, and return within the hour.
[Loveless is his preference after all. It makes sense to find similar ones. As well as other things. A few changes of robe, some personal things- a brush perhaps, things to wash himself with- for his comfort. That's unspoken. And:]
If you are asleep when I return, I'll leave them with you and return tomorrow.
[No, he... he isn't mistaken, and Hades is left to balk at the very idea that someone should be in his debt. He stares in disbelief, his head bobbing forward heavily as his shoulders slump beneath him and he sighs so exhaustedly, so affectedly. Oh, there's no point in denying it! Clearly, this Hythlodaeus has perceived the truth. And yet, he isn't about to come right out and admit it - such a thing would be boastful in the extreme!]
[Instead he sits hunched there in the very center of the bed, his eyes fixed on that grin beneath the shade of his mask. He gets the distinct feeling that he should never be rid of the boy, and that he's in for a long, long recovery.]
Fine.
[He scowls again, and mutters under his breath even as his body begins to grow heavy with the need to sleep.]
...as well as some of your own recommendations, I should hope.
[He won't promise to like them, but it would prove even more tiresome if Hythlodaeus finds himself with nothing to do. After all, he already knows what a chatterbox the boy is. Hades won't say 'thank you' for this, but... he may be looking forward to the morrow, just the smallest, subtlest amount.]
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[A vague tilt of his head and his gaze wandering aside for a moment is the only response Hades would recieve as to his first question. And fortunately, it hardly matters. For the matter is not pressed. He stands, collecting Hades' glass and pouring yet another, should the other want it- it would be placed into his hand.]
Is that what you did? [A faint exhale.] I've not heard of anyone who can commune with the other side, let alone make demands of it. ...Well. Aside from Emet-Selch, I would presume.
[The irony of this conversation, of course, would become apparent in a few thousand years. But for now, it is something genuinely put. As well as something else.]
I'm fairly certain had you not done so, I would not be here. So, if you'll reconsider your stance, I would very much like to stay with you until you are recovered.
[And ah. There is that hint again. Although Hades' face is of course, mostly obscured- it seems to radiate off him regardless. So, perhaps some gentle teasing is in order? For after all, even faint annoyance should provide him a viable distraction.]
And I solemnly promise to try very, very, very hard to not make you feel so terrible about your rather orthodox literary habits.
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Not a demand, a request. I'd not be so foolish as to think myself capable of ordering about the sea of all things. But every now and again it rises to my aid when I most have need of it. Occasionally it calls to me, and so I answer in turn.
[The irony is lost on him now, and he does not think it especially strange or special, for it has always been this way with him. He does not fear it, and he's even aware that much of his power likely stems from their connection. He also doesn't mention that he had not wanted to stand there and watch the other boy's life be cut short - that this was the motivating force behind the request. But now it is Hades' turn to tilt his head.]
Is that your reason for being here...? Then it's the Underworld you want. It has naught at all to do with me.
[Though he doesn't say "no", either. He may not be certain how he feels about this Hythlodaeus, but he's definitely not dull by any means. And... oh, he will go quite mad if he's stuck in bed for a week or more without even some parchment and a quill to keep him company. But at the teasing, he grimaces immediately.]
I don't feel at all terrible about them! But if you really want to make yourself useful, mayhap you might cease poking fun at my literary habits and actually fetch me something to read. I won't be able to concentrate on my recovery if I'm bored out of my mind from laying about in bed all day.
[Not entirely true, but. Well, surely he gets the point.]
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He can't help but feel surprised as he listens. His eyebrows even raise beneath his mask.
Hades was able to commune with the Underworld. And had the favour of it. Something so large, something so powerful, something that- whichever name someone chose to use for it, Sea or Underworld- simply was millions of souls forming the lifeblood of the very star itself. The very star itself. And the fact that Hades thought it nothing of note, seemed interested in Hythlodaeus' own tendency to be more observant than most, seemed to view his skill in it as something impressive by comparison is truly surprising.
For it bears repeating. This boy was protected by the very star. Did the current Emet-Selch know? They must, surely. His arms move to cross at his torso as he regards him, his voice even.]
Not quite. For the Underworld did not call upon itself to spare me a return. You did- therefore I have a debt to repay to you... Unless I'm mistaken, and it did?
[But then, at the grimace, he can't help but break out into a grin. For yes, it is a complaint. But he can see the assent underneath it. The small, barely there but there acknowledgement and assent. He stands, smoothing out his robe with his hands.]
I'll collect the driest, dourest tomes I can find, and return within the hour.
[Loveless is his preference after all. It makes sense to find similar ones. As well as other things. A few changes of robe, some personal things- a brush perhaps, things to wash himself with- for his comfort. That's unspoken. And:]
If you are asleep when I return, I'll leave them with you and return tomorrow.
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[No, he... he isn't mistaken, and Hades is left to balk at the very idea that someone should be in his debt. He stares in disbelief, his head bobbing forward heavily as his shoulders slump beneath him and he sighs so exhaustedly, so affectedly. Oh, there's no point in denying it! Clearly, this Hythlodaeus has perceived the truth. And yet, he isn't about to come right out and admit it - such a thing would be boastful in the extreme!]
[Instead he sits hunched there in the very center of the bed, his eyes fixed on that grin beneath the shade of his mask. He gets the distinct feeling that he should never be rid of the boy, and that he's in for a long, long recovery.]
Fine.
[He scowls again, and mutters under his breath even as his body begins to grow heavy with the need to sleep.]
...as well as some of your own recommendations, I should hope.
[He won't promise to like them, but it would prove even more tiresome if Hythlodaeus finds himself with nothing to do. After all, he already knows what a chatterbox the boy is. Hades won't say 'thank you' for this, but... he may be looking forward to the morrow, just the smallest, subtlest amount.]