The context behind this particular invasion is remarkably different, I'm sure you'll agree!
[Amusement shines in his eyes as he answers, the quirk of the sides of his mouth belaying barely concealed mirth. Yet, to his credit, he does contain himself. Barely. Hades' reward, perhaps, for indulging him earlier.
Yet the next statement- an overly dramatic exaggeration, most certainly, of how Hades would imagine they would wake is something that has his eyes soften and halflid, a distinct feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest. When he raises them once more to meet the other's gaze, indeed, he has missed the opportunity to correct that other wayward strand of hair- something of which, by the by, is revealing itself to be rather untamed when unbound. And highly unruly to boot.
So. He curls his fingers against the other man's cheek, moving the backs of his fingers against the long lines of his jaw.]
I would like to wake like that every morning. Very much, in fact.
[It is softly spoken, meant. Yet it is bordering on sentimental. And that is the other's forte far more than his. So.]
Not you upon the floor, of course! The other part is most agreeable.
[His fingers move from his skin then- lightly pressing themselves against the pronounced cheekbone of the mask. And then he moves himself, laying down. His hand then ventures upward once again, in order to encourage Hades to join him.]
As for the bed in itself, I trust you'll make alterations should something not be to your comfort.
[The hardness of the mattress, the length. The breadth. Hythlodaeus, as ever, is a fairly unflappable sort. How it is is how he prefers it, yes. Yet he has no issue with alterations.]
Well, so much for me getting a peaceful night's rest. Are you already so eager as to disrupt my sleep at every opportunity? I grow weary just thinking of how often I'll be readjusting you elsewhere.
[Hades sighs even as he is encouraged to recline, just pronounced enough to make it obvious that he is doing Hythlodaeus a favor and that he should be grateful for the exertion.]
[And yet the half of it is simply a reaction to the newness of it all. He would argue that there's nothing remarkable about any of this, but perhaps that assertion rings false. Perhaps he is only hedging because he knows those eyes, those lips, and those questing fingers all have the potential and the power to undo him utterly. So soon, and already he possesses that much awareness.]
[Were he a less stubborn man, he'd surely be leaning into that touch, catching that delicate wrist and pressing both his cheek and his mouth against the back of that hand. Yet Hades is not so easy, nor is he so open. At least, not at this early stage. Yet he does accept such attentions, he does watch, and he does feel in the same way as before, as if he might shiver out of his own flesh if such affections go on for too long.]
[At length, Hades settles with his back cradled into the mattress. It is firm, but comfortable; supportive. There is more than ample room for both of them, and at least two more besides, and even with his stature, there's plenty of unused space between his toes and the edge of the bed. It isn't his, yet he doesn't find it wanting in any regard. At last, he speaks plainly.]
You needn't fret over such things. As long as it's peaceful and quiet, I can make myself comfortable anywhere.
[A quiet exhale, and because he knows it will happen eventually anyway, Hades nudges Hythlodaeus with his arm.]
Besides, you're more than aware that I'd never ignore anything which didn't meet my standards. Your bed, as it happens, is lavish to an almost insulting degree.
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[Amusement shines in his eyes as he answers, the quirk of the sides of his mouth belaying barely concealed mirth. Yet, to his credit, he does contain himself. Barely. Hades' reward, perhaps, for indulging him earlier.
Yet the next statement- an overly dramatic exaggeration, most certainly, of how Hades would imagine they would wake is something that has his eyes soften and halflid, a distinct feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest. When he raises them once more to meet the other's gaze, indeed, he has missed the opportunity to correct that other wayward strand of hair- something of which, by the by, is revealing itself to be rather untamed when unbound. And highly unruly to boot.
So. He curls his fingers against the other man's cheek, moving the backs of his fingers against the long lines of his jaw.]
I would like to wake like that every morning. Very much, in fact.
[It is softly spoken, meant. Yet it is bordering on sentimental. And that is the other's forte far more than his. So.]
Not you upon the floor, of course! The other part is most agreeable.
[His fingers move from his skin then- lightly pressing themselves against the pronounced cheekbone of the mask. And then he moves himself, laying down. His hand then ventures upward once again, in order to encourage Hades to join him.]
As for the bed in itself, I trust you'll make alterations should something not be to your comfort.
[The hardness of the mattress, the length. The breadth. Hythlodaeus, as ever, is a fairly unflappable sort. How it is is how he prefers it, yes. Yet he has no issue with alterations.]
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[Hades sighs even as he is encouraged to recline, just pronounced enough to make it obvious that he is doing Hythlodaeus a favor and that he should be grateful for the exertion.]
[And yet the half of it is simply a reaction to the newness of it all. He would argue that there's nothing remarkable about any of this, but perhaps that assertion rings false. Perhaps he is only hedging because he knows those eyes, those lips, and those questing fingers all have the potential and the power to undo him utterly. So soon, and already he possesses that much awareness.]
[Were he a less stubborn man, he'd surely be leaning into that touch, catching that delicate wrist and pressing both his cheek and his mouth against the back of that hand. Yet Hades is not so easy, nor is he so open. At least, not at this early stage. Yet he does accept such attentions, he does watch, and he does feel in the same way as before, as if he might shiver out of his own flesh if such affections go on for too long.]
[At length, Hades settles with his back cradled into the mattress. It is firm, but comfortable; supportive. There is more than ample room for both of them, and at least two more besides, and even with his stature, there's plenty of unused space between his toes and the edge of the bed. It isn't his, yet he doesn't find it wanting in any regard. At last, he speaks plainly.]
You needn't fret over such things. As long as it's peaceful and quiet, I can make myself comfortable anywhere.
[A quiet exhale, and because he knows it will happen eventually anyway, Hades nudges Hythlodaeus with his arm.]
Besides, you're more than aware that I'd never ignore anything which didn't meet my standards. Your bed, as it happens, is lavish to an almost insulting degree.