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Unfortunately for Hades, he did promise Hythlodaeus that they would go out together, and thus it's at the ungodly hour of 8 AM that he's going to feel someone (wonder who) gently poking his cheek.

"Hades~"

The voice is familiarly smug, as well. If Hades refuses to stir, the poking turns into light pinching. The only bright side to the situation may be the faint aroma of coffee.

There is faint grumbling from the one getting his cheek poked. Hades initially burrows deeper into his pillow with a faint, 'Go away,' mumbled at Hythlodaeus. But the mild pain of a pinched cheek gets him to crack open an eye and register the pungent aroma of coffee.

Oh. That's right. He had agreed to this, hadn't he?

He grumbles a bit more (because he'd never live it down if he were caught acting even the slightest bit eager for this outing) before slowly sitting upright.

"...That is coffee I smell, isn't it?" he asks, covering a wide yawn.

Hythlodaeus laughs at his friend's reaction as he stands up.

"Certainly! I am not so cruel as to force you to get up with no other incentive than spending time with me... Although I know the idea is very attractive."

The quip is accompanied by a smile--but, most importantly, by a cup of coffee as well. Breakfast in bed, huh?

"How do you like the room service?"

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He wraps his hands around the mug, remaining in his hunched over position as he sips from it.

"...Passable. I shall forgive you rousing me at this early hour for the sake of this coffee."

Leaning towards the window, he pulls back the curtain and squints outside. He starts to open his mouth to speak but decides against voicing his question. This is supposed to be Hythlodaeus' day. He will let his friend set the pace.

So he leans back and quietly enjoys his drink, for however long Hythlodaeus will allow him to.

For what it's worth, Hythlodaeus does not seem in the mood to rush. He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking out the window as well.

"'Tis a fine morning, but a little chilly. You'll need to wrap up... or would your newfound love for me keep you warm?" Hythlodaeus adds with a shite-eating grin. Some things just do not change.

That does get a sour look. He mutters over the rim of his mug, "How can you say something like that and not be embarrassed?"

But it's the sort of thing he has come to expect from his friend. He wonders if he would still be fond of Hythlodaeus if they were as serious as he was.

Hythlodaeus laughs in response, folding his arms and nodding triumphantly.

"Ah, you did not refute it!" His smile fades from openly smug to more gently fond. "You know me, Hades. Being open holds little fears for me... Although I cannot deny I feel a certain amount of trepidation about today."

He chuckles, looking off to the side, somewhat embarrassed.

"'Tis rather unfamiliar. No wonder I've always tried to avoid it."

He sneaks a look out of the corner of his eye. It is certainly rare to see his friend acting so bashful. His own behaviour must not have been very encouraging - goodness knows how many times he has rebuffed Hythlodaeus' flirtations over the years.

Reaching out, he touches his friend's hand. His palm is warm from holding the mug.

"Would it put you at ease if I were to act like my usual self and refute your compliments instead?"

Hythlodaeus gives Hades a sly smile as he laces their fingers. Got you.

"That would rather defeat the purpose of today's outing, no? Besides, I do rather enjoy your more affectionate side."

He curls his fingers around Hythlodaeus' hand and grumbles further into his coffee.

"I wasn't aware I had one..."

Draining the last of his drink, he thrusts his now-empty mug at his friend. "Would you wash that for me whilst I change?" he asks. If there's any colour in his cheeks, it's definitely because of the coffee and not something else. "I won't take long."

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"Is that not what you like about me, Hades? I've always brought the much-needed diversity to your life. Of course, 'tis what you hate about me, too," he replies with a grin, taking the mug and standing up. "Oh, and I hope you've naught against the idea of having breakfast at some cafe or other afterwards. 'Tis nearly customary, after all!"

"I do not."

Even if it now falls under the umbrella of a 'date', as he's heard it called, it's no different to the times they would take their ease at such places.

He disappears into the bathroom to make himself decent, taking a change of clothes with him. Some ten or fifteen minutes later, he emerges fully dressed.

Hythlodaeus gives him a happy nod and pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against while waiting.

"Ah, I believe this is my cue to tell you you look good? I am told that, too, is part of the process," he adds, glancing at the phone in his hand. "Curious, do you not find? The idea that there is a protocol for courting... I know not whether I like it or not. Conforming to expectations has never been my strong suit."

Hythlodaeus shakes his head and smiles, holding out his hand.

"Shall we go? I found a spot that I believe would be perfect."

The spot turns out to be some way from the city center, in a prestigious district - some manner of a museum complex, it appears, quite literally merging into a stretch of a park: the building seems to have been fashioned out of a marble cliff, the nicely finished exterior gently turning into the slopes of rougher natural stone that vaguely encircle the surrounding territory, giving way to shrub and pines around a small elongated lake. The windows of the building are tall, intermittently made of stained glass that seems to glow gently in the soft morning sun. All things considered, it is quite beautiful, if not exactly similar to their home.

Hythlodaeus turns to his friend, a smile on his face.

"There. Do you like it?"

He takes the proffered hand with a nod, side-eyeing Hythlodaeus' phone. There is something he wants to say, but he holds his tongue for now. If his friend gets too reliant on whatever these supposed dating conventions are, he will act.

For the time being, he remains quiet as they stroll out to the location. He's content to let Hythlodaeus fill in the silence with his chatter, offering comments when prompted. If he is embarrassed to be seen openly holding hands with his friend, he does not show it. In fact, one would think the pair of them have been together more than a single day.

Arriving at the spot, Hades halts and takes in the sight. There is a natural beauty to the place with how it has been carved out of the cliff-side. In many ways it is indeed reminiscent of their home, even if the architectural design differs from Amaurot's. The stained glass windows must be an especially prettier sight from within. He exhales quietly, wistful longing creeping into his expression.

"When did you find this place...?"

Hythlodaeus looks clearly pleased with the question.

"I noticed that many buildings here incorporate nature one way or another, so I asked the residents where I might find more examples of such architecture. They directed me here. It opens later in the day, so I thought a morning visit would be more appropriate if we want some privacy... but I would love to come here with you later. 'Tis a museum of art and history, and particularly the role of this world's magic in both. I think you will love it."

"I see."

Curling his fingers a little more securely in Hythlodaeus', he bites his lip. His eyes do not look away from the building. "I would not mind visiting later. I..."

But 'tis not the same, is it? No faintly lit streets, no scholars walking by. Another alien city reminiscent of his home, just like the last.

He sucks in a deep breath and quietly lets it out. He won't spoil this day. He won't. Instead he turns to look up at Hythlodaeus, raising an eyebrow.

"But where is your heartfelt confession? Was this not the spot where you planned to make your feelings known to me?"

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Hades's brief trepidation does not escape him - after all, they did not know each other for millennia for naught - but Hythlodaeus is not eager to dwell on things that would make both of them miserable today, either. The jab, however, makes him laugh, and he briefly strokes Hades's fingers before letting go of his hand to link their arms instead.

"Why, Hades, you insult me! 'Tis merely the stage that I have set. The performance begins now. Pray walk with me."

Hythlodaeus feels unusually nervous as he begins their slow stroll - which is ridiculous, a part of him muses. Hades has already responded favourably to his feelings; what is there to be afraid of? The accidental embarrassment caused by his younger self's clumsiness? There have been much worse things between them. And yet, the strange light anxiety in his gut isn't settling down.

"...'Twas some time after we both started attending the lectures at Akadaemia for pleasure rather than merely our studies," he begins after clearing his throat. "Do you remember? I would sit next to you, and you would oft scold me for ruining your concentration - sometimes by simply existing, apparently!"

Hythlodaeus gives his friend a grin as he directs their steps along the front of the building, the marble marvel on one side, the stretch of the lake some distance away on the other.

"But I digress. One morning, after the first lecture... We had some time for a break and discussion. We headed outside... much like this." He looks around them slowly, a smile on his face. "That lecture had been something else. You disagreed with the teacher, but the topic had moved on before you could have a say, and it was only after we left the hall that you gave voice to your frustrations. You built your arguments, with myself as your only listener, through all of our walk to the outside. And as you spoke, I looked upon you and thought about just how different we were."

"Though we shared the gift of the Sight at a scale known to few others, 'twas perhaps the only outward similarity. I have always been happy to simply watch the world around me, like a leaf blown along by the wind. But if I observed, you wanted to take action - correct mistakes, set things right, improve, create. In all things, little or big, you saw a better world... one that you wanted to share with all who lived on our star. I think... it was in that moment that I realized I wanted to follow you for as long as I can. To see your efforts come to fruition."

"And I could not help but think how lucky I was to have met you. Someone who sees the world the same way I do, but can show me the wonders of it that I would never have known otherwise. Someone who can bring such novelty, such colour into my life. And just mayhaps... someone I could do the same for, too." Hythlodaeus gives Hades a side glance, a hint of pink in his cheeks. He stops, letting go of his friend's arm, turns to face him and take both his hands into his. "Of course, I could not simply say all of that - not to mention that you were still talking. Yet I could not stay silent, either."

He closes his eyes, takes a quiet breath, a familiar mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"You truly have a gift, Hades. Between your eloquence and your unbending will, who could you not sway? After all, you have already swayed me."

...Was that his famous first ever confession line? Judging by the smug expression and a half-expectant look in his eye, it was.

He listens without interruption, letting Hythlodaeus take his arm. His friend's words take him back to a gentler time. Long hours spent immersing himself in the study of creation, philosophy, rhetoric, and other subjects which caught his interest. Days where the only irritant would be Hythlodaeus' physical presence, if that.

He doesn't remember the day his friend describes though. It had been but another part of their daily routine. Another memory faded through the passage of time. What had he found aggravating about the lecture? Things like that feel so inconsequential in the wake of everything which has occurred hence. But it had been a pivotal moment in Hythlodaeus' memories and he doesn't have the heart to admit that he cannot recall it.

As the other man goes on, he finds he cannot tear his gaze away. Hythlodaeus describes a younger, more aspiring man: one who had looked at their star, had known he had the talent to make it better, and had sought to do so. He had never intended for that change to come under his tenure as Emet-Selch, but it had - and look where that has brought them now...

He swallows thickly and sets his jaw, feeling his chest tighten. This is wrong. What positive changes has he wrought since that day? What about the world is so wondrous now? There's nothing. Nothing--

His grip tightens. If only he still wore a mask. He has a feeling the flash of anguish on his face is writ clearly for Hythlodaeus to see but he quickly assembles a wry smile in its place.

Don't grow too attached. He doesn't know yet.

"Alas. The art of rhetoric was ever ineffective against you. You would defeat soundly crafted arguments with statements of illogical whimsy. I think half our debates ended with us straying so far from the main topic that I forgot what we were initially debating." Hades' smile falters and he looks away, towards the museum, and sighs. "I wish I could name a similar moment on my part. I...always took your presence for granted. I knew you would be there, whether I wanted it or no. I suppose I grew accustomed to that, for when you were gone, I realised I was at a loss as to what to do."

He looks as though he's about to say more but he presses his lips together tightly. This all feels wrong. He doesn't deserve this. What is he doing here, why--?

Taking a deep breath, he looks back towards Hythlodaeus with the smile once more in place. "But here you are now - and as irritating as I recall. I suppose I can tolerate you being more permanently by my side."

Hythlodaeus chuckles, his own light, happy smile a stark contrast to Hades's grumpiness - as it has always been.

"Indeed! And much like you said, you haven't much choice in the matter. I shall stay by your side whether you like it or not, Hades. Me and my illogical whimsy, of which you have nearly not enough in your life, in my eyes."

That last line is delivered with the familiar impish glint in his eye... which soon fades away as his expression grows a little softer, a little more serious.

"...So I truly pray that you frown because of the chaos my presence will bring, and not something else."

He certainly wasn't so blind as not to notice Hades's little signs of anguish, yet neither is he so blunt as to ask about it directly.

The smile falters again but he swiftly assembles a disdainful look and scoffs.

"I think you shall find your mischief has less effect than it did centuries past, 'Daeus. I am now much older and wiser to your attempts to rile me."

Which doesn't answer the implicit question at all. But Hades doesn't want to answer it. No good answer awaits at the end of that query.

Hades is lucky that that is enough distraction for his friend - at the very least, for now. Hythlodaeus is not stupid in the least, but he would rather not ruin today yet. He smiles in an infuriatingly smug way.

"Do beg my pardon, most venerable Emet-Selch! I see now that I shall have to put in a lot more effort."

"Hmph. See that you do. I would hate to be bored."

Smirking, he steps forward and impulsively kisses Hythlodaeus by the corner of his mouth. Before his friend can react, he is already turning away and wandering closer to the museum, fingers tangled in Hyth's own.

It affords him a moment to let his mask drop. For the pain to cross his face before he shores everything up again. Would that he could let Hyth remain ignorant of all the unpleasant things. Were Felih and Irhya and the rest not here, perhaps he would have tried to do just that. As it is, it is only a matter of time before the truth comes out.

At least he can enjoy this moment while it lasts.

"And I told you not to call me that."

The kiss is unexpected. Hythlodaeus's eyes widen in surprise - enjoy having taken him unawares, Hades, - and afterwards he has to press a hand to his face, trying to hide the smile that he just can't help. Such open affection from his friend is still almost surreal... He follows the light tug on his hand, skipping a little to catch up.

"Ah, if only I had confessed openly all the way back then! Truly, I was but depriving myself of your affection," he laughs, half-jokingly. The words are true, but as ever it's easier to say them under the pretense of a joke. "And if you dislike that mode of address, are you still certain you do not want me to find a nickname for you? I promise it would be a good one."

"Hmm... I would hear your idea before I permit you to use it. I'll not accept names which make a mockery of me," he says, humour a little more genuine as he smirks upwards at his friend. "If I hate it enough, I may even toss you into the water over there."

He tips his chin towards said body of water nearby. Don't think he won't, Hyth.

...He was going to elaborate on the nickname he'd come up with, but there is no way Hythlodaeus could ever pass up an opportunity like this. He looks aside at the lake, making a thoughtful hum, then back at his friend... then grins, letting go of his hand to instead wrap both his arms around Hades's neck, slumping onto him. He is certainly heavier than Hades himself. Do you even lift, Architect?

"To think that the academic I once knew would finally take up honing not only the mind, but the body as well! Oh, do not deprive me of this chance to witness your newfound strength!"

...Hythlodaeus is indeed quite heavy. Hades certainly hasn't slacked in maintaining this particular body's fitness, but that doesn't mean he can lift a taller man than himself.

But as he's struggling to manage the weight, an idea suddenly comes to him.

With a glint in his eye, he cups Hythlodaeus' face in one hand and touches their foreheads together. Their faces are mere ilms apart.

"'Daeus, playing the fainting maiden does not become you. I think I had best find a more...productive use of that mouth of yours."

So saying, he closes the distance with a far deeper kiss, curling his fingers into Hythlodaeus' shirt. With the other man thus occupied, he slowly takes one step, two, moving as though he simply wants to devour all he can of his good friend's poise and to hell with anyone who might glimpse them. So it is that Hythlodaeus may not realise Hades' ulterior motive: not until he steps into cold, cold water.

It is then that Hades suddenly shoves him away and down, causing Hythlodaeus to topple straight into the tide.

If there's anything Hades's got on Hythlodaeus during the twelve-something millennia (and time in Duplicity), it's certainly experience in this particular sphere. Hythlodaeus colours almost instantly at the sudden proximity, eyes widening in surprise--but that surprise is nothing next to the shock that goes through him when Hades kisses him. He only manages a brief whimper into the kiss, feeling as though his face is aflame and his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. The distraction is more than effective - even when he steps into the water, his mind registers the sudden cold sensation as something faraway and unimportant, especially when compared with his efforts not to let himself just melt into Hades's arms, much like a fainting maiden his friend had compared him to--

--which last for all of a handful of seconds before Hades pushes him away, and then the freezingly cold water becomes incredibly important indeed. Hythlodaeus's brief exclamation is quickly swallowed under the water - as is the man himself. It seems like the lake is not nearly as shallow as it seems, and cuts off into the depths just a short way from the shore.

Fortunately, Hythlodaeus is not a bad swimmer, and surfaces quickly, coughing and spluttering. He's got water in his nose, he's got water in his throat, he's got water everywhere and it's an almost-winter morning with appropriate temperatures... and yet, despite everything, he can't find it in himself to be mad. This is easily among top ten funniest things Hades has ever done.

"Hades!" he calls out through alternatively coughing and laughing. "I-I did not even give you any nicknames!"

He tries to get out of the water, but... it's a little harder than expected. The underwater dropoff is pretty sheer, and it takes Hythlodaeus a little bit to gain enough purchase to pull himself up onto the shallow end, where he sits up, panting, before trying to stand up. That is no simple task, either, between the weight of his soaked clothes and hair and the post-adrenaline shakiness from the sudden dip. Hythlodaeus sways and staggers as he stands up, but finally manages to pull himself upright, throwing back his sodden hair and trying to shake off the excess water from his sleeves. Even if the clothes Felih had helped him pick out were not tight-fitting enough before, well, they sure are now.

"I-I must needs admit, I did not think you were that serious."

Hades waits by the shore, stepping neatly out of reach just in case his friend has any funny thoughts about dragging him into the cold lake as well. He crosses his arms smugly, watching as Hythlodaeus struggles out of the water, a sodden, coughing mess.

"Well, I hope I have disabused you of any such notion. Consider that...a warning," he says with a smirk. He finally takes pity on his friend and moves closer to help wring out some of the water from their clothes.

If he side-eyes Hythlodaeus' body in the process, well, that's just a bonus.

"That is a much more effective warning than your usual ones," Hythlodaeus responds with a laugh that still ends in a cough. Gee, sure hope someone doesn't catch a cold! Unfortunately, by coming into range Hades also makes himself open to having some of the water on Hythlodaeus's hands being flicked into his face. Consider that... a revenge. The man does not seem apologetic about it in the least, grinning widely.

"As much as I fear for my health, I cannot say I dislike the fact that you've finally discovered a taste for mischief proper! I've a feeling that the future will certainly be interesting," Hythlodaeus adds with a smirk, before... pulling his shirt off to wring it out properly.

He clicks his tongue, as though calling a pet - which he is, because in the next moment his firebird glides into existence next to him out of whatever dimension the familiars disappear to when their masters have no need of them. The phoenix gives an annoyed trill at seeing his master soaked like that, but settles on his shoulder, lowering its wings to half-cover his back and chest and preening through some of his wet hair. What a good thing he has a portable heater for a familiar.

He endures the flick of water with a slight wrinkling of the nose, wiping the droplets off with his sleeve.

As he's about to respond to Hythlodaeus' comment, the man pulls off their shirt without any hesitation or preamble whatsoever. Hades stands there, mouth slightly open, staring. He's quick to shake himself and scowl, turning away to check that no-one else is around to see.

"You idiot. Why would you bare yourself so readily? Would that I could produce a towel..."

Well, technically he could, but there's a dearth of convenient wool or cotton lying about. Unless...

Sighing, he turns back and gestures impatiently for the shirt. "Give that here."

Hythlodaeus only blinks at his friend in confusion, unaware of the implications going on through Hades's mind.

"What do you mean? You know 'tis rather dangerous for the body to remain exposed to the cold, and it is much easier to dry my clothes and myself like this."

He forgot they were not in Amaurot, where people would easily know not to intrude upon such a scene. He hands the shirt over obediently, though.

He shakes his head. "I am aware, but men and women are likely to oggle any flesh you might bare in their company here. At least crouch behind a bush if you intend to strip down next time."

Heading to a flattish rock, he takes out a piece of chalk from his pocket and scrawls a rough circle, drawing runes with a frown of concentration. Once he's done, he pockets it again and whistles for his familiar. The gwiber appears promptly out of a dark portal, attentive and curious.

Hades lays the damp shirt in the centre of the circle, out of the way of the chalk lines, and focuses. One snap of the fingers and a flash of light later, it transforms into a damp towel.

"Here," he says, picking it up and holding it out for Hythlodaeus to take back.

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The admonition has the desired effect: Hythlodaeus colours a little, wrapping his arms around himself. He is not exactly shy about his body, but the idea of being stared at for it is... strange, to say the least, and he's grateful for the cover his familiar's wings provide - not to mention the warmth they give.

He watches Hades carry out the little ritual curiously - what a strange thing it is to watch his friend be reduced to using such basic, crude approximations of their concepts and creation magicks. In a way, it is amusing; in another, sad. The arrival of the towel is more than welcome, though, and Hythlodaeus takes it gratefully, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"Ah, my thanks... Although I wonder if I should be thanking you for finding a solution to a situation you quite literally pushed me into," he says with a chuckle, gathering his hair to wring the water out of it as well. "May I suggest we head back, if only for the time being? My teeth are starting to chatter."

"Of course."

Not quite how he envisioned their, ah, outing concluding, but for a few moments he had felt such lightness. He takes off his own coat to wrap around Hythlodaeus as they walk, seeing as the man now lacks a proper shirt, and walks with him back to their room at the inn.

"I apologise for ruining whatever plans you may have had afterwards," he says as they draw closer towards more populated streets. "But in all fairness, you were asking for it."

Hythlodaeus gives a drawn-out hum, as though he is very seriously analyzing the situation, before finally nodding.

"I suppose I did ask for it, for once!" he answers with a chuckle, despite his shivering, and then directs Hades a sly look. "Although... I would not say the situation has been entirely to my disadvantage."

He wraps the coat tighter around himself, closing his eyes briefly as he rests his cheek against the collar. Implications? What implications? He was just cold, and no one can prove otherwise.

He stiffens and glances away, setting his mouth into a firm line. Gods above, what an embarrassing man his friend is.

"When we return, you are taking a hot shower immediately. Understood?" he says, more irritably than he feels. "And I will boil some water to make you tea."

Do not think about using his own body's warmth to keep the chill at bay, he tells himself. Do not.

For better or for worse, Hythlodaeus has long been adept at reading the difference between Hades's outward reactions and the way the man is actually feeling. The grumpy proclamation of caring is heartwarming, if not quite enough to be bodywarming, too... but Hythlodaeus is more than certain he hasn't taken nearly enough revenge for the sudden soaking, and so he leans in close to Hades, lowering his voice to murmur in his friend's ear.

"And had you let me pull you in, you would be taking that shower with me."

Oh, now that murmur sends a sharp jolt up his spine. He sucks in a sharp breath, bites his lip, and elbows Hythlodaeus away from him.

Mayhap his friend doesn't realise the effect those thoughts have on him. One doesn't spend a year in a city of pleasure and come away unaffected by it. In the same way Hades had not been able to help his thoughts straying towards taking his friend to bed a little while ago, he finds himself wondering how his friend must look stripped bare.

"Don't be ridiculous," he grates out. "Then we would both be freezing to our deaths. Now stop playing about and hurry up."

He walks a little faster, just enough to keep ahead of Hythlodaeus so the man can't see his conflicted expression.

Hythlodaeus can't help snickering triumphantly as he follows, letting Hades take the lead for a while and get his bearings again. Despite what his friend might think, Hythlodaeus is not entirely unaware of the effect he's having.

"Yes, yes, father. I suppose this means we shall have to have breakfast at home, then... I dread to think where else you might push me out of embarrassment, should we go out again!"

He shakes his head ruefully. Missing out on breakfast may be the most disappointing part of this day. Must they really?

"No... If you feel better after your shower then I would not mind heading out again. I would like to know where you planned to take me," he says awkwardly.

He catches up with Hades again, brushing his fingers against his friend's arm. How adorable it is when he worries...

"I think you know as well as I do that in this case 'tis the company that matters, not the setting," Hythlodaeus replies with a smile. "Though, of course, I do want to take you somewhere nice."

Fortunately, the inn isn't far, and Hythlodaeus spends the rest of the way much more quietly than anyone would expect, for the sake of conserving body heat and not tiring himself out too much. Once inside their room, he beelines straight for the bathroom, pausing only to take off Hades's coat and give his friend a quizzical look.

"Where should I leave it? 'Tis a little damp, I fear."

He reaches out to take the coat from Hythlodaeus and makes a shooing motion with his other hand.

"I will leave it out to dry. Make yourself warm."

Meanwhile, he shall get started making some tea. He would make himself coffee, but if they decide to head out again then he may as well wait.

Fortunately, Hythlodaeus at least does not want to make his friend wait for too long, so instead of lounging for an hour he takes a quick hot shower - though not so quick that he doesn't get warm through and through. He emerges about half a bell later, thoroughly dried but with only a towel around his waist, and pokes his head into the kitchen.

"So, how about that tea?"

He turns, pausing to give the other man an exasperated look when he sees their attire. Does Hythlodaeus intend to lounge about with only that towel? Sighing, he turns back and pours out some hot water into a mug, the string of the little tea bag inside wound about the handle to stop it slipping in. A modern convenience he has grown used to.

He sets this mug on the table and falls into the opposite seat, gesturing. "Your tea," he drawls.

He certainly intends to lounge about half-naked, evidenced by the fact that he sits down like that. He... seems to be perfectly aware that it's exhausting his friend.

"Truly, what a lucky man I am! To be able to sample tea made by the Architect himself," he says with a grin as he takes the mug. "I am filled with reverence at the thought of how much effort it must have taken out of you!"

He wraps both hands around the mug to drink. He's plenty warm, but more can't hurt.

"Oh yes, and what was your other curious title? Emperor? I gather I should be honoured about that, too."

"Don't you start."

He pointedly refuses to look at Hythlodaeus directly, resting cheek on hand. He will not encourage his friend's shameless behaviour if he can help it - even if he is sorely tempted to peek.

"Who told you I was an emperor?" he says after a few moments. His heart flutters uncertainly but he keeps his tone even. "Are the others spreading stories about me already?"

Bereft of the Sight though he might be, Hythlodaeus is not blind in the more common sense. He narrows his eyes smugly as he keeps his gaze on Hades, as though daring his friend to look at him.

"'Tis not spreading stories if I asked them myself, is it? I wondered about why you look like that... and why you look different from the others. Given everyone else from the new world, I would have expected the... catlike attributes in you, too."

"Coincidence, I assure you. There are several other races besides the feline ones represented here - this body being one such."

Hythlodaeus' persistent gaze makes his cheek burn. He ignores it as he elaborates:

"Felih, Irhya, the Matriarch, and the Exarch - they are of the race known as miqo'te. Then there are the hyur, who look much as we did but with pale or umber skin. Roegadyn, thickset and burly types. Au ra, bearing horns instead of ears, mistaken as relatives of another foreign race called dragons. The elezen, tall and lithe with pointed ears. They live far longer than the rest together with the viera, fierce warrior women with long, furred ears who live as recluses in the forest. And the hrothgar, similar to roegadyn in build but more akin to great cats.

"Finally there are the Garleans, as tall as the elezen but with the features of a hyur. Their main point of difference is this eye." He taps his forehead, still not quite looking at Hyth. "A pureblood Garlean cannot use aether in normal circumstances. I made myself Emperor of their nation. The first emperor."

Hythlodaeus listens with interest as he sips his tea while it's still hot, feeling a brief pang of regret that he would not be able to see the peoples Hades describes. He's always been full of innate curiousity, but satisfying it at the price of their people's lives... no, it does not bear thinking about. It's so much easier to think of the new world as a different one. Not theirs.

Thankfully, there is plenty of distraction from Hythlodaeus's solemn thoughts in the way his friend avoids looking at him, the way his face grows redder. It's very amusing, and Hythlodaeus rests his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers, resting his chin on them and watching Hades with that ever-present smug smile, somehow even more infuriating than normal.

"Ah... Supreme ruler Hades, hmmm? You did seem to me to be more used to obedience now. But is it truly an eye? I thought it to be some manner of crystal ingrained in the flesh."

He snorts. He makes the mistake of glancing over but quickly averts his eyes again.

"'Tis not truly an eye. 'Tis more like...a sensory organ. It gives me greater spatial awareness."

Which may be how he seems to know that Hythlodaeus is waiting for him to slip up and react.

"And before you ask: yes, it is a vulnerable spot. So do not even think of trying to do anything to it."

Hythlodaeus briefly raises his eyebrows at the sudden warning, before reverting to his usual expression of mischievous good cheer.

"I was not going to ask, Hades. And I find myself wondering why that would have been a frequent enough question for you to answer preemptively..."

"I know you, 'Daeus. I would not put it past you to try and flick my forehead at some point thinking 'twould be a bit of fun," he says sourly.

Slumping back into his seat, he folds his hand in his lap and sighs. "I came to admire the Garlean people," he mutters. "Such an industrious lot. Although they lacked any sort of talent for shaping aether, their resilience was unmatched."

Hythlodaeus raises a hand, closing his eyes. If Hades was expecting him to be serious about anything, well...

"I solemnly swear not to flick aught."

His smile grows softer as his friends speaks of the people he came to lead, however. He can understand the admiration.

"...Much like yourself, then. That is not to say you lack for talent or ability," he adds with a chuckle, "but you have always been diligent, a hard worker. Why, 'tis almost enough to make me feel ashamed of my own attitude at times."

Now he's just expecting Hythlodaeus to slap him instead, contrary man that he is. Hades frowns at him but clearly decides arguing isn't worth the effort.

"'Almost,' you say," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Well, I don't expect aught else from you. Especially not when you continue to sit there without putting on any clothes."

Got you. Hythlodaeus grins, spreading his arms and shrugging.

"I do thank you for the warning you gave me back then, but we are not in public, are we? There is no one to yearn for my bare form here, apart from yourself." He stands up leisurely after delivering that jab. "But if it is my tardiness that you worry about, I must needs agree. I am positively starving! Give me a moment to get dressed."

The glare Hythlodaeus gets this time borders on murderous. He yearns for it, yes, but he doubts his friend realises just how much. And would he still desire me even after knowing...?

So he looks away, almost dismissively. "Hurry up then. I have had naught but that single coffee you made me."

For better or for worse, Hythlodaeus is not actually aware of the extent of thoughts going through his friend's mind, and takes the glare and dismissiveness as the usual sign that he hit close to the mark. He picks out a change of clothes from the wardrobe, sitting down on the bed to pull on his socks first. It's certainly a deliberate ploy to annoy Hades.

"It was good, was it not? You called it passable, which is praise when it's coming from you."

He disappears into the bathroom again to put on the rest of his clothes and brush his hair, and emerges some minutes later, looking quite content about having warm clothes again. Bliss.

"Shall we go? 'Tis not far, just down the road. They do wonderful pastries."

More grumbling beneath his breath. Hades refuses to comment until Hythlodaeus emerges from the bathroom once more, which is when he stands and finally - finally! - looks at Hythlodaeus properly.

"Yes, let's." He starts for the door, apparently having found his equilibrium in the short time his friend had been dressing. He will follow their lead as they head to the cafe.

The fact that Hades would only let himself look at Hythlodaeus properly after he was clothed speaks volumes, and Hythlodaeus counts that as a victory, if not quite enough to make up for the lake trick. But there's plenty of time left in the day.

The cafe is, indeed, not far, and easy to miss--because it doesn't quite look like one. Instead it looks like an antique shop, and the atmosphere inside is rather fitting, furniture of dark wood, a little stairs leading up to a loft space overlooking the ground floor, some bookshelves and glass cabinets along the walls. Here and there are objets d'art, some clearly magical: from a clock seemingly carved out of some manner of jet-black crystal to a collection of small floating spheres, tiny aurora of different colours dancing within them, to a scene of several wooden humanoid statuettes seated around a table as though in discussion that... have an unsettlingly 'alive' feeling to them. They look as though they could move at any moment, and maybe they are, at a snail pace. Every time you look at them again you get the feeling they've shifted.

Hythlodaeus acknowledges the barista cheerfully, a tired but content-looking redheaded man, and it's maybe no surprise to Hades to see his friend chat with the barista as though they've known each other for years. Hythlodaeus did always make friends easily, after all.

After the brief conversation they're led to sit down at a corner table, next to a half-curtained window. This spot's point of interest seem to be the small collection of books on the windowsill along with an assortment of seemingly random items: a square glass box filled with sand, some manner of hair decoration woven of flowers, a quill, several silver spoons, an antique pincushion. It's anyone's guess what they're for.

Hythlodaeus sits down and pulls one of the menus they were handed towards him, but before opening it he gives Hades a curious look.

"What do you think? A rather interesting place, isn't it?"

It's an intriguing establishment to be sure. He casts his gaze around as they're shown to the loft, lingering on the unsettling dolls. If only he could perceive aether. He has a feeling that they would show him something very interesting indeed...

The magic of this land offers some intriguing possibilities. Ordinarily, he would be moved to study it and perhaps even master its techniques. But his curiosity is outweighed by that pressing desire to simply take his ease. He owes the world nothing any longer. His responsibility ended when the Warrior of Light landed that decisive blow.

Even so, he cannot help but feel a faint glimmer of interest.

"'Tis not the sort of place I would expect you to fancy," he says after a few moments. He watches the wait staff go with a lingering look before focusing back on Hythlodaeus. "You really have been quite busy, haven't you?"

Hythlodaeus raises his eyebrows.

"Oh? Whyever not? You know I am curious, and there are many rather interesting things here. Interesting people, as well." He grins. "I do prefer to spend most of my time not confined to our room, unlike yourself. Besides... I dread to think what madness being around me all the time would drive you to!"

He shakes his head tiredly. "No, please continue your forays. I don't have the energy to indulge your every whim."

Taking the other menu, he peruses the food on offer. Much of it is familiar, but much more isn't. In the end, he decides to settle on an omelette - that should provide an adequate idea of local tastes. That and a coffee.

He looks to his friend. "Are you decided?"

"And how grateful I am for the times you do indulge me! Truly, I know not how you manage to sleep so much."

He laughs, flipping through the menu quickly. He's already familiar with a lot of the options, so choosing is more a matter of figuring out what he feels like most today.

"Certainly. I've been here before, after all."

Hythlodaeus beckons to the waiter and cheerfully relays their order, although Hades gets a polite question along the lines of "would you like anything else". For himself, Hythlodaeus orders a pomegranate salad, braised salmon and rose hip tea with dessert. He does have more appetite than a puny mage who did not have to be thrown into a lake today.

After the waiter hurries away, Hythlodaeus gives Hades an impish look.

"Oh, they do rather good chocolates, too. Would you like some, Hades?"

He flushes lightly, suddenly becoming very enamoured with the decor.

"...If you wish to order some then I have no objection," he mutters.

Well, now that they're here, the question of what to do on a date arises. He is not one to obey so-called conventions of course. If Hythlodaeus intends to court him then he would rather his friend does so with their own charm and not what they perceive he will respond to.

Some guilt lingers, as ever, at the back of his thoughts.

Hythlodaeus stares, and feels just a little bit guilty at receiving such a response when his comment was only a joking reference to what ended up bringing them together in the first place. On the other hand, he absolutely cannot ignore just how adorable the reaction is when put in the context of the usual responses his friend has for him - mainly varying shades of annoyance and exasperation.

Hythlodaeus props his chin on his hand, playing with the menu. For whatever reason, he feels very content, almost as though they are back home.

"Well, I am partial to rum or liqueur-based ones, but they have all manners of curious fillings and additives. There is a moss one, I believe, if you would fancy that. Or black rose, although I doubt I could tell you what the difference from regular rose would be."

"Moss," he repeats, incredulous. No, that seems a bit too experimental for his tastes. His preferences have always lain with the familiar, he only grudgingly sampling new things because either Hythlodaeus or their other mutual friend pushed them on to him.

"...The black rose one may be worth trying for the novelty of it," he allows, after a pause. That plan, too, had ended in failure, he thinks morosely. He wonders if this promise to restore their worlds would enable its spread. Or would it simply allow him to triumph over the Warrior of Light?

Their face crosses his thoughts, not for the first time. Their kindness, their determination, their smile - would that he could see them again.

He goes quiet, staring over the loft railing at the diners below.

"I can try the moss one, then!"

Hades's change in demeanour does not escape Hythlodaeus, but he would be hard-pressed to name the reason for it. He follows his friend's gaze, then looks back to him. Well, it does usually fall to him to pull Hades out of whatever gloom he might settle in...

"If I were to tell you what nickname I've thought of for you, would you push me over the railing this time?"

The absurdity of the comment garners a snort from him. Wouldn't that be a sight, he thinks with a faint smirk, imagining his friend crashing through the table below to the shocked yells of the patrons. But it would only be funny if his friend weren't seriously hurt by it.

The thought of violence against Hythlodaeus does not particularly warm him.

"Oh, go on then. Get it over with. I doubt I shall find another railing quite so inviting in the near future."

He laughs in response, only too happy to have his friend play along.

"Shall I compile a list of places that you could push me off? I am still exploring the city, after all. There may be much better railings!"

Hythlodaeus's grin fades to his trademark smile as he leans back in his seat a little, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

"As I have said before, 'tis nearly impossible to shorten your name to something--or if it is, I have not been able to think of it. So... I decided to approach it from another angle. Choosing aught based on your title seemed a little thoughtless to me, and I did not wish to constantly remind you of the reason you had to accept the position. What else, therefore, I could base a name for you on? Which aspect of you?"

He opens his eyes, directing his friend a mischievous yet almost proud look.

"A name for someone as gifted in the Sight as myself. For someone ever loyal to his duty - not simply out of obligation, but out of his caring heart. For a beloved of the Underworld."

Hythlodaeus tilts his head, his smile a little softer now.

"Agesandros, I would call you. Our ferryman, he who leads us through this life and beyond."

How is it that Hythlodaeus manages to both annoy and make his heart skip in turn? The man always finds some way to upset his equilibrium. Any time he feels he has settled, along comes his friend to disturb that peace. In this case, his eyes widen a fraction and he quickly takes to staring at the table.

'Agesandros'... He swallows uneasily, throat feeling tight. No, he's undeserving of the platitude. Lead them through life and the beyond? Sent them there perhaps. And he would send yet more of them to their deaths in order to see their people return.

The world seems to tilt and he has to shake himself. "'Tis a good name," he finds himself saying numbly. "I suppose I won't throw you over this time."

Hythlodaeus reaches out across the table to brush his fingers against his friend's. Even if he weren't paying so much attention, it's obvious that Hades is shaken, one way or another--and Hythlodaeus can only hope that it is not for a bad reason.

"Worry not, Agesandros. I shall yet give you plenty of reasons to throw me over! So do cheer up."

He taps Hades's hand with his finger, then makes a brief noise of surprise, as though something just occurred to him.

"Oh, I've just remembered. There is something I've been wanting to ask you."

No. When you hear of all that I've done, 'twill be me you wish to throw over the railing.

He turns his hand over as though inviting Hythlodaeus to grasp it. There is a note of confusion in his eyes as he stares at his friend.

"Ask me what?"

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The gesture is small, but it makes Hythlodaeus feel warm inside all the same. He smiles, taking Hades's hand.

"If you had won in our little game... What would you have asked of me? You made it sound rather intriguing."

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He smiles thinly. It seems silly now, thinking about it, with where they are now.

"Hmm, if you found it intriguing, my dear friend, then I think I shall keep it so," he says, some of his humour creeping back. "I shall enjoy tormenting you with the secret."

Hythlodaeus does feel a little incensed at not being told immediately, but he is definitely not willing to show that - besides, he thinks he has a pretty good comeback that might put Hades in his place.

"Enjoy tormenting me, hmm? I did always think that you've a... punitive streak in you. Are you more willing to indulge it nowadays?"

His grip tightens a little as he leans in, lowering his voice to a purr.

"What if I am, 'Daeus?" It comes with a flash of teeth, like a predator wanting to sink its teeth in prey.

The response... is not one Hythlodaeus was expecting at all, and his eyes widen in surprise, a blush creeping across his cheeks. He has to concede that Hades really was not joking about having gotten better at enduring his teasing - Hythlodaeus is utterly certain that the Hades he knows would have gotten indignant about the suggestion at best.

Damn if he's going to back down and give his friend the satisfaction of winning again, however. Hythlodaeus leans in a little closer as well, propping up his chin on his other hand, face flushed but his expression as mischievous as ever.

"Took you long enough, then," he replies, lowering his voice in kind. If Hades was hoping to fluster him with the grip, Hythlodaeus is just going to use that to his advantage, pressing his palm closer against his friend's, fingers tracing random shapes on his skin.

"May I ask what manner of punishment you would devise for me... my Agesandros?"

The name elicits a small thrill down his spine. A name for him and him alone. It almost doesn't feel real.

He refuses to back down though. His suggestive comment is having a noticeable impact and this is much more entertaining than leaving Hythlodaeus with the upper hand.

"Well," he begins, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth along the side of Hythlodaeus' wrist, "first, I think I must needs ensure you cannot wriggle out of my grasp. You can be quite slippery when you out your mind to it, as I remember. And then once I have you secured, I would see to it that your clever mouth is silenced." Here he reaches with his other hand to trace his friend's lower lip. "Good students listen attentively, 'Daeus. You know this, yes?"

As much as he tries not to show it, Hythlodaeus sucks in a quiet breath and almost shivers at the suggestion and the touch, the blush on his face much more prominent now. By the heavens, when did his friend become like this? Hythlodaeus almost curses his fate that did not lead him to that city as well - losing to Hades in a game that was supposed to be his stings more than he would care to admit, even if it's not exactly an unpleasant manner of loss. But a loss all the same.

In retaliation, he closes his eyes and takes the hand that Hades--Agesandros so unwisely brought to his face, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his fingers.

"Why, certainly... But I fear I might find it, ah, hard to keep my attention on the lecture. Will there be a quiz afterwards?"

How cute, he thinks to himself. This is a side of his friend that he has never seen before. The other man has never been shy but the blush on his cheeks is incredibly endearing. Hades finds a glimmer of a genuine smile tugging at his lips as Hythlodaeus' lips brush his fingertips.

"Mm... Naturally." He half-rises out of his seat so that he can whisper the coup de grace. "But how well you do will be based upon your...performance," he murmurs.

He sits back and gently withdraws his hands, folding them smugly in his lap.

All things considered, Hythlodaeus is pretty proud of his own restraint in the circumstances - his reaction could have been quite different had this manner of proposal been sprung on him suddenly, but with the previous exchange it's much easier to anticipate the kind of things his friend might say. He "only" sucks in a shuddering breath, his eyes sliding shut, forces himself to breathe out slowly, his hands tensing as he tries to avoid digging his nails into the wood of the table or into his own skin to relieve at least a little of the tension. But that would be an utterly ignominious loss, one that Hythlodaeus would never live down. And damn the thoughts that maybe he's enjoying this.

He withdraws his hands as well, folding his arms and opening his eyes to fix Agesandros with as smug a look as he can manage under the circumstances.

"May I have some study material, then? You would not be so cruel as to simply spring the examination on your poor unprepared student, would you?"

By the heavens, the self-satisfied look on Hades's face annoys him so much in a way none of his friend's other expressions ever have. What's equally--if not more--annoying is the realization that he could want that much. It's not as though Hythlodaeus has never thought of his friend in that light, but there is an ocean of difference between working himself up into a fantasy and the man actually flirting with him.

He laughs delightedly. By Zodiark, he wishes he could freeze this moment in time that he might look upon it forever. The look on Hythlodaeus' face makes his heart beat all the faster, even as he feels guilty for enjoying it.

"I suppose it would be unfair to leave you with nothing to reflect upon. Come here, then..."

He beckons coyly with one finger. Should Hythlodaeus lean back in, Hades will give him a leisurely, heartfelt kiss.

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The beckoning nets Hades another petulant look, Hythlodaeus tensing a little again at the inner conflict of annoyance at being so easily led and, well, the fact that this is rather accurate to the kind of things he's fantasized about. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake.

He heaves a sigh, trying to get himself to relax, and gives his friend another smile.

"Oh, I suppose I must needs listen to the orders of my superior sometimes..."

Hythlodaeus leans in again, heart beating all the faster once he realizes what it is Hades intends--in public, no less, despite his earlier scolding of Hythlodaeus himself for merely trying to save himself from pneumonia. Still, at least this kiss does not seem to carry the possibility of being pushed off anything, and he did feel cheated back at the lake...

He closes his eyes as he kisses back, face flushing again, but refusing to back down. His pride has taken enough of a beating today already, and so reaches out to trace his fingers up his friend's neck, cupping his chin, then sliding his fingers into his hair.

Unfortunately, however, what this kiss carries is the possibility of being interrupted by the waiter's polite cough, and Hythlodaeus jerks back quickly, flustered and suddenly painfully aware of the fact that this is still in public. At least, the waiter does not seem embarrassed, only amused as he places their orders before them and almost mischievously wishes them to enjoy themselves.

Hythlodaeus sighs as he pours himself the tea to start with. What a day.

"I shall admit you've gotten better, but do not think you've won yet, Agesandros."

Unfortunately for Hythlodaeus, Hades has had ample time to grow used to giving and receiving public affection. He lets himself relax into the hand cupping his face, time and aught else fading to obscurity as quiet bliss suffuses him.

...Only to be interrupted by their waiter.

Hades leans back with a lot less fluster but spots of pink remain in his cheeks. He takes a sip of coffee after the server has gone, feeling unsettled but pleased with himself.

"Perhaps not, but I shall count it as a small victory all the same, 'Daeus," he says, smiling indulgently over the rim of his mug. "You are some several thousand years behind me now. I do hope you'll catch up quickly else this game might grow stale."

Hythlodaeus is at least good at bouncing back, and only arches an eyebrow at that comment.

"Stale? You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit to me. How do you like finally seeing things from my side? After all, that is the kind of entertainment I've had at your expense for many centuries."

He smiles, taking a sip of his tea, feeling more balanced again.

"There is a certain pleasure to it, yes."

He drops his gaze to the omelette in front of him, delicately picking up his knife and fork to begin cutting in. It partially hides the smile he wears now, fond and faint.

"...One that I never thought I would experience," he adds softly.

Sitting here with his friend, taking their ease with the soft murmur of other patrons around them - a quiet pleasure he had taken for granted back then. He will never make that mistake again. Every moment is precious. Every second of every minute of every hour...

Is this what it's like to be mortal?

Hythlodaeus smiles in return, just as fondly if more openly than Hades himself. He feels... warm, content, at peace, and that kind of warmth, he thinks, is better than the earlier fire between them. There is certainly a lot to be said for the thrill of open flirting and the playful promises masquerading as threats, but in the end Hythlodaeus knows that what he really wants is this gentle intimacy, quiet enjoyment of each other's company, of each other's existence. Just... being, together. It's worth millennia upon millennia of passionate nights - although, of course, Hythlodaeus would not object to those, either.

"Then I am happy that I could help you experience it, Agesandros," he replies, his voice gentle and fond. "Even if it should at times come at the expense of the more superficial parts of my pride," he adds with another, cheekier smile. "But I am ready to sacrifice those for you."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head but offers no further comment, focused on enjoying his meal. The omelette is delicious, as it turns out. He makes a mental note of the ingredients in this particular one - mayhap he can replicate it later - and listens to whatever nonsense Hythlodaeus may chatter at him as they eat, nodding or commenting appropriately.

Every now and then he glances up simply to look at the other man. The way Hythlodaeus tucks loose hair behind one ear, or picks up his fork, the half-smile on his face as he eats, or the more blissful expression he makes sipping at his tea. All these things he commits to memory, afraid of letting it slip through his fingers.

This...this is what he wanted when he set out to repair their star and the souls upon it.

As their meal winds down, he settles back with the remainder of his coffee, staring over the edge of the loft again. It all feels so fragile, he thinks, melancholic. Please let it last this time.

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Hythlodaeus is not unaware of the glances his friend keeps stealing at him, and answers a couple of them with a questioning look of his own, but every time Hades simply looks away, as though it's of no consequence, and eventually Hythlodaeus just lets it go, smiling fondly to himself. It's almost amusing how Hades still goes for such subtle expressions of affection in addition to his much more shameless nature now.

Actually...

Hythlodaeus looks down at his dessert while his friend gazes over the railing again, and finds his lips spreading into a grin. He props up his chin on his hand again, leaning forward slightly.

"Agesandros~" he draws out the name playfully. "Would you like to try my dessert?"

He chokes on his coffee. Between the pet name and the teasing lilt of Hythlodaeus' voice, the implication could not be clearer. As he tries to cough out the few drops which went the wrong way down his windpipe, he looks to Hyth, eyes watering.

"I-- ah, that is, I would love to," he splutters. "And you may try some of mine as well."

And he knows exactly how Hythlodaeus probably plans to share their desserts as well.

Hythlodaeus does not even try to hide the look of triumph on his face, laughter in his eyes as he watches his friend cough and splutter like that when but a minute ago he looked so dignified and elegant.

"Oh, I would certainly be delighted."

He looks down at his plate, debating where to start. It's not that he has a sweet tooth - his order was a small strawberry-and-cream sponge cake and the two chocolates; one, classic cherry liquer, the other the enigmatic moss one. How funny it would be to feed that one to Hades, if he manages to get his friend off-balance enough...

At the same time, seeing him so flustered was entertaining, and it's the kind of entertainment Hythlodaeus does not want to trade away just yet. He delicately cuts off a little piece of the cake, loading it onto the spoon masterfully, and holds it out to Hades, the look on his face saying that yes, he's perfectly aware of just how cheesy this is, and he's not going to back down.

"Say 'ah'~"

...Despite his earlier thoughts, it's all Hythlodaeus can do to avoid laughing. In truth, he doesn't know which is funnier - teasing his friend, or annoying him... so he tries to go for both.

Glowering at his friend, Hades dutifully leans forward and opens his mouth to accept the morsel. There is no 'ahh' forthcoming - he has more dignity than that. He keeps staring suspiciously at Hythlodaeus though, as though expecting to be tricked at the last moment.

He hopes no-one is watching. He feels like expiring right here, right now, out of embarrassment.

Hythlodaeus watches the display, his heart singing at the glowering. Yes, this is how things should be, and he practically hums with triumph at having the upper hand again. It's almost surprising in its own way, the depth of competitiveness he appears to have - but maybe he simply never noticed before since Hades could never offer much of a challenge before.

The suspicious stare is particularly amusing, and Hythlodaeus can't help grinning at it, pretty much flaunting his enjoyment of embarrassing his friend.

"Why that look, Agesandros? Is the food not to your liking?"

He withdraws the spoon, at first content with intending to place it down... but then another idea occurs to him, and, ooh, this one is so much more fun. Instead of putting it down, he takes the spoon into his own mouth, as though to lick off the little crumbs and the smidgen of cream left on it, keeping his eyes on Hades the whole time, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

He covers his mouth as he chews, but there is a distinct flush in his cheeks that can yet be seen. Curse his friend for having absolutely no shame...!

"No. 'Tis quite good actually. You ought to try it yourself."

He debates returning the favour, but he cannot think of a gesture which Hyth would not shamelessly embrace. Perhaps he ought to let his friend have this round. There would be plenty of other opportunities to get him back.

So he simply nudges one of the black rose-flavoured chocolate pieces on to a spoon and wordlessly offers it to the other man.

Hythlodaeus gives him another smug smile that fades to fond and affectionate in the blink of an eye.

"I know. I know you dislike overly sweet things, but the baker here tends to go for more natural flavours. I like that the strawberry adds a hint of tartness - 'tis sometimes too boring to have a mixture of things that are too similar."

The slight hesitation before Hades returns the gesture does not escape Hythlodaeus, either, and he gives himself a mark for besting his friend once again. He leans forward to accept the chocolate, a content smile on his face, but he takes the treat into his mouth slowly, closing his eyes before drawing back and fixing Hades with a mischievous look as he lets the chocolate melt on his tongue. He offers no further comment, simply keeping eye contact.

The expression on his face turns mulish. He looks down, focusing intently on taking his own bite of dessert. If there is aught different between the usual rose flavour and black rose flavour, he cannot taste it. Ignoring that, however, it is quite good. He supposes the appeal is that the filling is dark to match the cafe's general aesthetic.

"...I still do not enjoy sweet foods, but I have grown fond of sampling new things. Mayhap, once we secure more regular income, we could make these outings a more regular practice," he suggests tentatively.

The problem with Hades's expressions, of course, is that every time he makes a sour face Hythlodaeus knows that whatever it was he did had effect; ergo, it's his win once again.

"I would love that. There is much and more to discover about this city... and we needn't limit ourselves only to the dining establishments! As long as we are here, I would want to learn more of this world, with how 'tis simultaneously alike and different from ours. There may be knowledge to take back, too."

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"Indeed... Such as that museum you showed me earlier. I'm sure there is much and more to discover about this place besides its odd magicks."

He hesitates. The achievements of the fragmented races, with that limited capacity for aether, would likely have been of interest to their more academically-minded populace once upon a time. That knowledge alone would give their researchers something to ponder for centuries. But much of said knowledge had its roots in weaponry and warfare.

Sighing quietly, he sets his now-empty mug down. "I have overseen some twelve millennia of innovation and development by various nations," he says in a muted tone. "If I could but make a crystal record of it, mayhap you would be able to use the knowledge to save our people."

It would be a lie to say that Hythlodaeus is not utterly curious about what the mortal races have achieved, how close or different from their own world's their scientific lines of thinking are... but something else takes precedence in his mind.

He watches Hades carefully for a time, trying to decide what to say. He isn't stupid in the least, whatever anyone might say, and the wording does not escape him. Though it looms in his mind, Hythlodaeus has not yet given much thought as to what might happen after their task here is complete - what might happen to Hades. As he understood it, his friend is both alive and dead, twelve thousand years ahead of Hythlodaeus himself, and where would he have to go once this is over?

All heavy thoughts and ones that require careful discussion. No, they do not know enough about this world yet, about what it is they must do to save their own. It would likely be foolish in addition to disheartening to bring it up now.

"I would love to see such a record, indeed. I wonder if there are any crystals fitting for the purpose here... They seem to use these tomestones for storing and transferring information as well, but I do not have a firm grasp on the principles yet. It seems to be done more... manually than what we are used to. I must needs confess I find my wrists a little sore from the typing at times."

He shakes his head in faint exasperation. "You need not type it all, 'Daeus. The device can record your voice and image. Still tedious, to be sure, but far easier on your hands."

Hades toys with the remnants of his cake. "That said, I should think crystals with the ideal composition for record-keeping can be found more easily here than in the prior world I found myself in. That world knew nothing of the existence of magic. This one, however, must surely be brimming with it to have such diverse disciplines. I suspect you could apply your cognitive magic to it and record memories that way with enough practice."

Hythlodaeus hums curiously, all earlier thoughts forgotten at the prospect of putting his newfound talents to use and finding out more about Avalon.

"That may be possible indeed. After all, if one of the applications is being able to transfer my thoughts to others, same must be possible with other suitable vessels. In fact, I do wonder about the aetheric composition of objects here - would it be the same as in our world, or different somehow? 'Tis truly a curse not to have the Sight anymore. I never realized how much I took it for granted."

He sighs, finishing the last of his tea.

"But surely the construction of an appropriate vessel must fall to you, the alchemist. Have you had much success in the discipline yet, by the way?"

He concurs with a low hum and polishes off the remainder of his food. This has been a pleasant outing. Were they to discover a means to preserve memory, this would be amongst the first he committed to record.

"No. The idea did not come to me until just now." He leans back, hands clasped in his lap. "I'm sure 'twill be a simple incantation. Finding the raw ingredients will be the tricky part. We must needs find some sort of aetherically charged lode if we don't wish to spend the coin to buy one. I shall have to ask around."

Hythlodaeus drums his fingers on the table thoughtfully.

"You've the right of it. Not to mention, we've yet to secure a proper source of income, and if we are to experiment we are likely to need a large amount of raw material. I also wonder whether 'tis possible to solicit help from these 'fae'... As I understand it, they are the peoples of this world most attuned to aether, their skills on par with ours."

"Hythlodaeus," he growls, "have you forgotten that your initial dealing with the fae got you into debt?! Even in the world you've yet to know, fae-kind are not to be trifled with."

He vents a sigh and closes his eyes briefly. "Before asking favours of them, we will have to prepare adequate compensation."

He grins, absolutely undeterred by the scolding.

"But if I hadn't gotten in debt, would we still be here like this? I'd like to think 'twas my ingenuity that brought us together."

That is, regrettably, true, and Hades scowls harder for it.

"Regardless," he says crisply, "take more care when making deals with the fae. I am not going to bail you out of trouble every time."

Glancing at the remains of their meal, he sees they're both done. "Did you have further plans for today?"

He laughs, easily.

"Aside from spending time with you? Not particularly. We may as well head back - I imagine you must needs be eager to get back in bed."

Just a reference to his penchant for napping and naught more.

He rolls his eyes and starts to stand, taking out his phone as he does to squint at the paltry amount of gold he has. It should be enough to cover his share at least, he hopes.

Once they've settled the bill, he holds out his hand for Hythlodaeus to hold as they walk back.

Hythlodaeus has to use part of his borrowed gold to pay for the meal on his end, but hey, they already agreed it wasn't such a bad decision.

Something about Agesandros offering him his hand, though, makes Hythlodaeus's heart swell with warmth. Being together with his friend, so different and yet undeniably the same, despite the tumult of both their future and past... it feels like a miracle in its way. He takes Hades's hand, entwining their fingers together, as though hoping to transfer his affection through the simple touch.

He's uncharacteristically silent on their way back, lost in his thoughts. The knowledge that they might never get to experience aught like this back in their own world weighs on him again, and a small part of Hythlodaeus wonders whether this was a good idea at all. What would he do if they failed here? How would he be expected to deal with his own fate, with that which awaits Hades? Admitting his feelings only made Hythlodaeus all the more terrified of losing his friend--an unworthy thought, perhaps, given the selfish nature of such fear, but he, too, is only a man. Love is both a foible and a blessing not so easily shaken off.

He finds himself stealing brief glances at Hades as they walk, as though studying his appearance, the differences and similarities between his features and those of Hades he knows.

"...Why did you choose that body?"

Unbeknownst to his friend, similar thoughts tumble through his mind. But unlike them, he's had time to ready himself for his inevitable fate. He curls his fingers into Hythlodaeus' own, gaze turned upwards to gaze at the sky as they walk.

It doesn't occur to him that the matter weighs so heavily upon Hythlodaeus. The man used to make light of serious issues all the time - although, thinking back, nothing they ever debated is truly more serious than what faces them now.

The minutes pass by in silence until Hythlodaeus speaks up. Hades glances at him then, then down, brow furrowing.

"...The man whose visage I took, Solus sas Galvus, was from a respected military family. He showed promise and ambition, but most importantly he commanded respect amongst his peers. He was perfectly suited to rise through the ranks and command legions. Such was the admiration the Garlean people gave him that they elected to make him emperor of their own will."

A snort and shakes of his head. "Of course, 'twas all my doing. My contrivances, attached to his name, which spurred his and Garlemald's rise to power. I took him over when he was young - roughly the age you see me as now. I made sure to snuff out his soul quickly and painlessly when I did."

Snuff out his soul... then it is as Hythlodaeus feared. There's a quiet exhale of breath from him, almost dejected, and then he stays silent for a time, looking off to the side.

"...A cruel and sad thing to do."

His voice is quiet, sorrowful. It's true that his friend has always helped the souls to cross into the Underworld, but there is a difference between doing so for those who are ready to cross and those who are not. Though he fully believes that Hades would not make the man suffer, the thought of it is still unpleasant and almost chilling. Like killing an animal meant for food.

Hades feels his stomach drop but does not respond. Perhaps it had been a cruel and sad thing to do, but he hadn't cared then. The man had simply been a pawn to use in a long-term game - a pawn who would rise far above their station and lead a nation to war. After all, with their incomplete soul, they weren't much better than any of the other living creatures populating the star. The mortal races never raised a fuss when those were killed. The best Hades can do is grant them dignity in death, for he sees no point in being needlessly cruel.

Eventually, he releases Hythlodaeus' hand and shoves both his own in his pockets. The contented glow from earlier fades, leaving him with the chill of the winter day.

Honestly, the heavy silence speaks more than words ever can.

Hythlodaeus does not protest when Hades releases his hand - he can more than understand how his friend must feel at being told something like that. Maybe it would have been easier if he'd retaliated somehow. The gloomy, tense silence isn't something Hythlodaeus is used to between the two of them, and for almost the first time in his life he doesn't know how to break it.

He sighs quietly, picking over words in his mind. Is there anything he can say? He does not know nearly enough to offer anything other than his direct reaction to the fact. At the same time, heavens know what kind of things his friend will imagine if he offers no response for too long.

"Would you speak of it with me, Hades?"

Hythlodaeus turns his head to look at his friend at the question. Eye contact is the least he owes to the severity of the matter.

He can feel Hythlodaeus' eyes on him but he steadfastly keeps his on the ground. He knew it: his deeds are too horrific to be forgiven. Not that he expected any - but he's afraid to delve deeper into his past, afraid to see the love and affection turn to horror, afraid that his friend will stop seeing him as Hades and start seeing him as the monster he truly is.

Rather than wait for that inevitable cut-off, he lashes out pre-emptively.

"Speak of what?" he snaps. "Of how I fought in wars and killed men and women with my own two hands? Of how I ordered the deaths of thousands upon thousands many more to expand Garlemald's might and territory? Of turning a blind eye to the abuse and discrimination 'twixt Garlean and conquered peoples because I wanted rebellion, I wanted instability? Everything I involve myself in turns to dust, Hythlodaeus. Whether that's nations, lovers, or even the children I sire. All fades away. All perish - and someday, I, too, will join them. Even if I do not deserve it."

The bitter tension radiating from Hades, his terse tone and cruel words make Hythlodaeus's stomach drop. He does not, cannot comprehend the things his friend is talking about - so distant is the mortal world to him with its violence and ever-present death. Yet even if his mind and heart refuse to accept it, imagination paints its scenes of cruelty before him - of Hades killing others, of bodies piled up in burning cities, of conflict and suffering...

It's a lot to take in, a lot to think about, all the more difficult because of being unable to distance himself from the situation emotionally. Hythlodaeus exhales deeply, stays silent for a time, hands curling into fists uncertainly. What is he meant to do here?

But despite Hades's protestations, Hythlodaeus refuses to see his friend as someone willing to watch all such things dispassionately. If he had changed that much, Hythlodaeus would have noticed. Wouldn't he?..

In contrast to the other man, he raises his head to look up at the sky, finally finding his voice. His words are quiet but firm - if Hades means to be stubborn in his defeatism, Hythlodaeus has more than enough stubborness to go in the opposite direction. Ever they would balance each other...

"I have not faded away yet. I have not perished yet. It may be different in your time, but here and now, I am alive."

Putting it into words like that makes something twist in his chest. Hythlodaeus sucks in a deep breath, turns abruptly to grab Hades by the shoulders, his grip almost painful.

"So don't you dare."

His lips pull back into a snarl. He tries to wrest away but Hythlodaeus' grip is too tight.

"You've done a fine job of attempting to woo me, Hythlodaeus, but it won't last. We both know this. Or are you telling me you're happy to be seen in the company of one who has sent so many to their deaths?"

The last bit is said loudly enough to draw a few eyes, but thankfully they seem to think better than to interject, instead hurrying on past the apparently-quarrelling couple.

Hades glares up at his friend meanwhile. "I'm only indulging this," he says past gritted teeth, "because 'twill mean nothing in the end. There is nothing waiting for me past this moment. I have been craving death for centuries and thought I had found it, only to be resurrected to play out some farcical, sexual fantasy in an obscene city! And now-- now you're here. As if the fates hadn't been cruel enough already."

He balls up his fists, nails digging hard enough into his palm to almost draw blood. "What point is there to a romance that will last a year, if that?" he hisses. "I might as well die now and save us both the heartbreak."

Well, if Hades has been wondering about what else might render Hythlodaeus speechless, all of that was quite enough. He draws back, face growing pale, his expression beyond hurt and shocked. He was expecting an outburst, but nothing of that magnitude.

He seems to struggle to find words for a time, his lips trembling as his mind races to--piece of all this together, understand what his friend is trying to say... or rather, trying to hide. Oh, if only he would be willing to meet Hythlodaeus halfway, at least once in his damn life, at least in something as serious as this.

He bites at his lip to the point of pain, feeling the anger well up in him - and maybe it's too hard not to give in to it.

"Indulging this?.. Do you think me a child to fool with pretty words and empty promises 'til I leave you alone, content in my delusion? If I am so much nothing to you, then why did you agree to this? You had every right to turn me down. You did not. And now you would blame me and hide because you fear pain?"

He reaches out to grab Hades's collar, pulling the man towards himself roughly.

"Twelve, hundred, thousand millennia, I care not: how dare you let yourself forget me? How dare you think me so shallow? No, you've made your choice, Agesandros. And you shall live with it, be it for a year, be it for less or longer. And I swear to the stars themselves that if you dare run, I shall hunt you down myself. Don't think I won't."

His expression twists in anguish. He reaches up to grip Hythlodaeus' wrists, his heart beating so erratically he feels short of breath.

"Forget you? Forget you?! I couldn't forget you even if I wanted to, you absolute buffoon of a man!" he shouts. "When I crafted your shade, I gave you and you alone the self-awareness to carry out my final will. But I am not such a fool as to think that you would ever return my love after learning the full scope of my deeds. I destroyed seven worlds, Hythlodaeus, and brought about the ruin of several civilisations besides. Is that the sort of man you fell in love with? Is it?!"

His hands are shaking and there's bile rising in his throat, but he ignores it. Shoves the feeling down and locks it tight and tells himself again that he deserves every sort of judgement he gets for what he has done. And yet, staring up at his friend's face, he finds himself grabbing their own shirt front, yanking them down, and kissing them full on the mouth.

He parts shortly after, entire body trembling.

"Don't be mistaken," he whispers. "I have loved you for a very long time. You and Azem both. I planned to make you happy for as long as we remained here. That's all."

Whatever reply Hythlodaeus might have readied dies on his lips, both literally and metaphorically, when Hades kisses him--yet at the same time he cannot help thinking that no, he really hasn't changed. What an utter fool, the same as he's ever known him. The sheer physical surprise lasts long enough, however, that Hythlodaeus does not have the chance to return the kiss, but maybe it's for the best, because Hades's next words just cement the understanding in his mind. Same as ever. Same as ever.

Instead of replying, he leans in again to press a kiss to the third eye and then pulls his friend into a hug, resting his cheek against the side of his head - at least this way Hades won't need to notice his tears, even if they're not particularly ones that Hythlodaeus would want to hide.

"Twelve thousand years, and you are still just as clumsy at expressing how you feel."

Hythlodaeus doesn't think he knows anyone else who would mix together wanting to make someone happy and so vehemently denying any worth of the relationship.

Affectionate as he feels, however, it's not like he can even afford to ignore Hades's words. The scope of it still feels surreal to him, and he knows that he cannot in good conscience promise his friend forgiveness or absolution.

But at the same time, damn him if he'll just let him stew in the self-hatred and fear of affection.

"...Though 'tis true I do not know nor understand the full scale of your deeds, this I can say: from what I have seen of you, you are still very much the man I knew. Older, bitter, beaten down, but still as stubborn and foolish and caring. And you should know that 'tis my duty as your friend not to run from your mistakes and misdeeds, but judge and scold and bring you back."

His breath catches in his throat. The Warriors of Light have hugged him before, showed their affections in their own small ways, and this hug feels no different. His eyes heat up, threatening to shed tears into his friend's long hair. But...tempted though he is to return the hug, he finds he cannot. His arm hovers over Hythlodaeus' back...and then falls back to his side.

"Why...?"

Why are you so kind?

It's too much to bear: tears begin to roll silently down his cheeks.

He exhales, softly, fondly, as he wraps his arms around his friend tighter, bringing up a hand to stroke through his hair. The motion and slight shift of position at least help shield Hades from outside view somewhat; Hythlodaeus can't help wishing he'd waited until they were back so they would have some privacy for their little scene at least.

"Because I love you, you old fool. And should you forget again, I shall remind you. In public and so floridly that the embarrassment you feel will never let you forget again."

Oh.

His cheeks colour and he quickly hides his face in the crook of Hythlodaeus' neck. He had temporarily forgotten that they were in public. Now that his attention has been drawn to it, it feels like there a multitude of eyes on their persons, judging or perhaps silently commenting on the odd pair and their outburst.

"Shut up," he grouses. "If you do that, I will refuse to speak to you."

He makes a small but profoundly irritating smug hum, his lips stretching in a grin. That's more like it.

"Whatever shall I do at such cruel refusal? Here I thought to shower you with flowers! Picked by myself, worry you not, not bought ones." Hythlodaeus chuckles, patting his friend's hair again. What a good thing that he is so easy to embarrass and annoy.

"Let us go home, Agesandros. Before I make you dance here with me."

As if readying to execute his threat, he shifts his hold on the man, one arm around his waist, the other hand on his shoulder.

Now well and truly unseated from his low mood, he quickly snatches Hythlodaeus' arm and pivots on his heel, dragging his incorrigible friend along behind him and back to the inn. He hopes the flush in his cheeks is associated with the chilly air and nothing else.

"Fine, fine! Then stop dawdling and hurry up already!" he snaps.

Let no-one know that he's wondering what sort of flowers Hythlodaeus would pick to shower him with.

He laughs easily as he follows, his own spirits lifted considerably. Whatever Hades might think, as long as this works he's still very much the same as ever.

"I did not know you could move so fast for anything that is not running off for a nap, Hades!~"

Thankfully, it's not far to their inn anymore, but Hythlodaeus still needs to catch his breath once they get to their room, both from their fast pace and his own laughter.

"Well now, I would say that was quite the successful outing!"

Once they have finally reached the relative privacy of their shared room, he heaves a deep sigh. Of course Hythlodaeus still has a font of energy to draw from.

"Now I truly do feel up for a nap..."

He bends to unlace his shoes and toes them off by the door. The emotional ride has left him feeling drained and the bed does look quite inviting. He starts to drag his feet there, slouching tiredly.

Hythlodaeus only chuckles as he takes off his own coat and shoes. Hades's desire for a nap every time after having to deal with his friend's antics is all too familiar, as well, and there's a lot of comfort to be found in such familiarity.

But he's still a little... well, not frustrated as such, but Hythlodaeus does wish that he could have done something openly affectionate in public, as much to embarrass his friend--his partner as to actually prove his feelings.

So before Hades reaches the bed, Hythlodaeus is gonna grab his hand, step around him softly and draw him in for a kiss: soft, affectionate, yet that little bit insistent as Hythlodaeus slides a hand up to cup Hades's face.

He's caught off-guard by the gesture, freezing for a split second before he relaxes. Here, he doesn't have to care who may be watching. So he closes his eyes and leans in, stomach fluttering with renewed warmth.

He smiles happily against Hades's lips at the return of the gesture before kissing him again. He doesn't deepen it, instead content to focus on being affectionate, pressing several kisses to his friend's lips, to the corners of his mouth, to his cheeks. He draws back a little after that, still holding him close.

"Is that enough to remind you I love you yet? Or is there more I must needs do?"

He sucks in a short breath and looks aside. "I...never doubted that you did. Only that you would change your mind once you saw that I no longer matched whatever fanciful image of me you had in your head."

After a few beats, he meets his friend's eyes again. "I meant it, you know. I would take you to bed if you were ever willing."

He was going to offer an answer, up until that addition. Hythlodaeus colours instantly, staring at his friend in mute shock and embarrassment. That... That is sure a transition of topic. To give Hades his due it's not irrelevant, but it certainly is a very different angle to the situation.

It takes him a while to compose himself enough to be able to speak again. He exhales slowly, gives his friend a half-flustered, half-amused smile.

"Did you pick up the habit of such... rapid changes of subject from me? 'Tis quite disorienting to hear it from you."

Hythlodaeus's expression grows a little more serious, however, almost wistful as he gently combs through a lock of Hades's hair.

"And I believe you should already know the answer to the conditional. But what you should also know is that 'tis not sharing a bed with you that I wished for." Another sigh as he draws back slightly. "'Twas why I felt so hurt. For centuries upon centuries I knew that you only saw me as a friend, and to be offered mere physical connection over that... well. I think I needn't elaborate."

He stares at Hythlodaeus with confusion writ clear upon his face. If coupling is not what his friend wants then what...?

He hesitates. "You mean to say that...you would have liked us to become as one?"

It's the only other possibility which comes to mind.

Well, that is clearly even more embarrassing, because Hythlodaeus leans back, crossing his arms as if to hug himself, face red. How in the world can Hades be so sharp and yet so patently stupid at the same time, he'll never know.

"I... 'twould be a lie if I said I did not think of that." And the thought is horribly tempting, almost intoxicating, even now. He can't help feeling a pang of regret at the fact they are both stripped of the abilities that would let them do that.

No, focus, that's not going to be of any help here. Hythlodaeus takes a deep breath, trying to stable himself, then reaches out to take one of Hades's hands in both of his own. If his friend is that blind, well. He'll just have to be extra clear.

"What I mean to say is that I was--and still am--in love with you, although I would say that the love I feel for you is rather greater than mere eros. I wanted, and still do, to be your lover and partner for however long the stars would give us. To stay by your side for all of our lives. Must I elaborate further?"

He's trying very hard not to underestimate just how stupid his friend can be at times.

The words clearly tick over very slowly in Hades' mind. There is a protracted silence, during which his expression undergoes several interesting changes as Hythlodaeus' intent sinks in.

"Y-You mean to say--" Hades would honestly have continued to deny it outright if they hadn't just gone on a date. His cheeks are just as red as his friend's, if not more. "That is-- For the rest of...? I..."

For once, the words don't come fluently to him. He feels wretched. Deep longing wars with self-loathing. Does he deserve this happiness?

Internally, Hythlodaeus breathes out a sigh of relief. He was worried about whether or not clear-cut words would be enough to get the point across. He takes Hades's hand, sitting down on the bed and pulling his friend down to sit next to him.

"I did begin to wonder whether or not I would have to ask you if you remember what an eternal bond is. But... yes."

Hythlodaeus stays quiet for a short while, looking at nothing, curiously at peace even if his face is still pretty flushed.

"...Of course, I would have preferred to ask in a different setting, and not nearly so quickly. But I do wish to stay with you for as long as I can, Hades. And if the time we may have here is like to be brief... then mayhaps 'tis all the more fitting that you know as soon as possible."

He sighs, a smile finding its way back on his features.

"All that said, there is your explanation for why I reacted the way I did. As I imagine you would, had Azem suddenly offered you a place in their bed with no prior indication they may feel aught other than companionship towards you."

He flicks a lock of Hades's hair jokingly. Do you get it yet, you senile old man.

He looks away quickly, lips pressed together tightly. Azem - or rather, the Warriors - had, in fact, done something just like that, and he had assumed they simply wanted carnal fulfilment. So he understands very well.

"I apologise," he says, lips barely moving. "I have lived amongst the mortal races for so long that I must have adopted some of their...behaviours. But even so - an eternal bond? You would go that far...?"

Hythlodaeus hums thoughtfully, then wraps an arm around Hades's shoulder, making his friend lean onto him.

"I hold no grudge towards you, you old fool. I believe we've already more than made up for the misunderstanding," he adds with a smile. "But... yes. I would."

He slowly rubs Hades's shoulder with his fingers, gathering his thoughts together.

"Despite what you may think, I am not a fool, Hades. I am not blind to how much you despise your own deeds, and even if I wanted to I could not deny that they sound horrifying. But... whatever they turn out to be, we shall have to stay together, do you understand? For the sake of our world. You fear that I would run or hate you, but we both know that the fate of our people comes first, whatever we may feel. So I won't run, do you understand? All that you've done, good or evil, I would face. Face and judge you, yes, but not reject you. And if I am to have the resolve to do that, then I would ask of you to have the resolve to face my judgement without hiding."

He falls in towards Hythlodaeus. Though their disparate heights is a small irritant, it's a comfort now to be able to lean in and rest his head upon someone else's shoulder. His fingers curl into Hythlodaeus' sleeve, gripping tight. He almost feels like crying again.

After aeons alone, aeons fearing judgement, it feels too good to be true. It's not forgiveness (something he neither wants nor expects) but it is a level of kindness the world seems to have forgotten.

"...Very well," he says quietly. "I will not run from your judgement, whatever it may be. Even should the stars themselves fade, I will remain by your side. We shall tread the same paths, share in the same fate, and work to restore our world together."

His exhale is maybe a bit too shaky as he wraps his other arm around Hades as well, resting his cheek on his friend's head - half an embrace, but somehow almost overwhelming in its feeling of vulnerability. Usually words come quite easily to Hythlodaeus, but this time all he can do is simply stay like that, soaking up the comfort and intimacy of the contact. Eventually, his hand finds Hades's, lacing their fingers together.

"A silly thing to say when it has been but a week, yet... I missed you, my friend. A new and scary thing it was to have that divide between us. But I do wish to bridge it and walk with you again."

It feels like a hard lump has lodged in his throat. He swallows, gripping Hythlodaeus' hand in return.

"And I, you," he admits. "It has been far longer than a week for me, as you know. I... I still cannot quite believe you are here. I had resigned myself to dying alone with naught but a fading memory of who we once were entrusted to the mortals who washed up with us here."

Turning his face inwards, he breathes deep of his friend's scent. Old yet nostalgic, with a hint of modern soap thanks to the amenities here. Scent is difficult to forget. "There is much and more we have to speak about," he continues in a more muted tone. "Though I am more than willing to forge a bond with you, shall we continue these 'dates' in the meantime and reacquaint ourselves?"

It's a very strange, frustrating and wretched thing to have their mastery over aether curbed like this here. Instinctively, Hythlodaeus tries to reach out with his soul to brush against his friend's, to convey and express all that he feels - the fierce care, the grief and sadness at the fate Hades has been forced to endure, affection and protectiveness and vulnerability, all in one. But he can't, and it feels as though a limb had been taken away - while the mind remembers how to move it, there's no longer anything to be moved, and frustration mixed with panic fills his mind.

Hythlodaeus squeezes Hades's hand stubbornly, trying to chase away the unpleasant thoughts, and combs his other hand through his friend's hair gently. If touch and words is all he is reduced to now, he may as well make full use for it.

"Only if you promise not to throw me into, over or out of things on each one. While I appreciate your new mischievous side, I appreciate being warm more," he answers with a huff of laughter.

Though Hades is unaware of Hythlodaeus internal frustration, he closes his eyes and shifts to make himself more comfortable against his friend's side. It is enough.

"No? Not even throwing you on to the bed to ravish you?" he asks without any apparent mischief in his tone at all.

Keeping his voice even is what wins Hades this round. Had there been even the slightest trace, the slightest hint of teasing or mischief, Hythlodaeus would have shrugged off the suggestion easily, though maybe not without some private musings on it. But as it is, he freezes in place, suddenly and extremely aware of how close they are, of the warmth of Hades's body against his. Um. Well.

It feels like time slows down to a snail pace as his mind rifles desperately through possible responses. No matter what, he's still certain this is just another way for his friend to get back at him - he did get much better at it over those twelve thousand years, that much is true, but at the same time... At the same time Hades did also get a lot more, ah, proactive about certain things. Would it not also be enough for him to suggest something like this in earnest, now that they've agreed to be more than just friends? How much of it is a joke? To make things worse, thinking about it only reminds Hythlodaeus about their earlier moment at the cafe, with Hades very much so mocking him, yet apparently not entirely without sincerity. He closes his mind to recalling the actual words said because, well... because. Just because!

Slowly, Hythlodaeus raises a hand, curling three fingers in turn as though counting. Into, over, out...

"Orator that you are, you must have noticed that on was not on my little list of restrictions... Agesandros."

It takes a lot of effort, but Hythlodaeus manages to keep his own voice more or less steady - a rather pointless endeavour, it occurs to him just that little bit too late, because with how close they are Hades must certainly feel how fast his heart is beating. Well, he would just need to talk his way out of that if his friend decides to bring it up.

He chuckles softly, turning his face up just enough to press a kiss beneath Hythlodaeus' jaw. He is absolutely toying with his friend and he's sure the other man knows it. If they don't, they surely know now.

"Again, I think you mistake me for Lahabrea. I only see that which is in front of me," he murmurs. Placing his hand gently over where Hythlodaeus' heart would be, he sits up just enough to speak into his friend's ear. "Kiss me?"

Although it's now almost painfully obvious that this is a game, Hythlodaeus can't help the shiver that goes through him at the kiss, the frantic beating of his heart under Hades's hand, with no way to hide, the tight, burning feeling in his gut at the request. To make everything worse, this is a game that Hythlodaeus relies on outside factors for his retaliation in; in private, there are much fewer things that could successfully fluster Hades anymore. Damn him and his twelve thousand years and the ridiculous city he went to.

He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly, disregarding the blush on his cheeks because there's really nothing he can do about that, so he might as well ignore it.

"...Who would I be to ignore a friend in need?" Hythlodaeus murmurs in response once he regains his composure. If it hadn't been a question, he would have been able to dodge it as an order from Emet-Selch, and that would be a much easier field to play on. But once again Hades knows just how to pitch his voice, damn him, and calling his bluff directly would be like getting upset and leaving just because you're bad at the game. Hythlodaeus would like to hope he has more dignity than that.

So he raises his fingers to lift Hades's chin, cup his face gently, and lean in...

...to plant a kiss to his third eye again. He never got told where or what kind of kiss.

As Hythlodaeus may find gleeful to hear, Hades voices a small, indignant sound. How dare you outwit him, friend. Now his choices are to correct Hyth, or to take the kiss he wants himself.

He opts for the latter, tugging his friend down to capture their lips with his. It's an insistent, bold sort of kiss, reflecting Hades' forceful personality. Once he's satisfied, he leans back and sits a little more upright, licking his lips as he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze.

"None of that cheek," he says, glint in his eye, corner of his mouth hooked upwards into a faint smirk. "If I ask for a kiss, I expect a proper one."

Having had far more time to accustom himself to the arts of seduction, he shares none of Hythlodaeus' nerves. In private, it will be indeed far harder to unsettle him.

Hythlodaeus has the time to smile triumphantly at Hades's indignation, but the kiss rather quickly ruins his smug cheer, and this time it's Hythlodaeus who can't help a small noise of surprise and embarrassment escaping him as his face flushes. He kisses back as best he can, banking on the thought that maybe Hades would find it amusing rather than disappointing.

He has to catch his breath after they part, clearly flustered--but he's not going to give up so easily.

"Concepts with insufficiently precise specifications as to intended purpose and ways of usage are to be rejected, as you well know."

"Are you presuming to teach me my own job?" He raises an eyebrow and stares challengingly at the other man, smirk taking more prominence. "If 'tis specificity you desire, then how about this...?"

He reaches up to tuck a strand of his friend's long hair behind one ear before resting his hand at their nape. "Show me how you truly feel. Kiss me with all that passion which currently burns in your breast, 'Daeus. I know you desire me far more than you're letting on."

He takes a deep, careful breath - controlled, very obviously so. This self-control is not coming to him easily; there's something about Hades playing with his hair that feels even more intimate than a kiss. But... giving Hythlodaeus the initiative? That might have been a mistake on the other man's part.

Hythlodaeus brings up a hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture, humming a little.

"Desire, you say... This from a man who could not bring himself to look at me for fear of his own desire? How sweet you are in your shyness, Agesandros."

A light flush runs up his neck, startling him out of character for a moment.

"I am not shy," he begins hotly. "I simply value my privacy, as you ought to well know."

He grins, delighted at having the upper hand again.

"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but... I would have thought our own room would have been more than private enough. Yet how careful you were not to let your eyes wander towards me..."

He's certainly having a lot of fun with this.

He narrows his eyes. Oh, this won't do. He's ceding ground. Without warning, he grips Hythlodaeus' shirt and twists, pushing the other man down on to the bed whilst he straddles their waist. Not once does he let his gaze falter or wander.

"I am looking at you now, am I not?" he asks, voice dangerously sweet. "But I wonder: if I were to silence that clever mouth of yours, how loudly would the rest of your body speak to me...?"

Hythlodaeus might have been able to handle the situation if not for that second question. Being pinned down was something he was expecting, if not exactly prepared for, but he freezes at the suggestion, face turning red. The boldness of it aside, the real worst part is that Hades is right: it is something Hythlodaeus would very much so enjoy, and he hates--if such a word could be applied to the situation, really--being confronted with it.

He swallows before answering, desperately trying to think through possible comebacks.

"I thought 'twould be me doing the listening... Agesandros. Was it not a lecture you promised me? The long-overdue censure, mayhaps?" He smiles smugly, as though he's finally spotted the joke. "Ah... Is that why you shielded me from it for so long, my dearest friend? Could you not stand the thought of someone else disciplining me?"

His smile sharpens and he dips his head lower, close enough that their breaths can mingle. That bob of the throat is not missed and he counts it as a point in his favour.

He has learnt much from his time amongst the mortal races and he's no longer that blushing virgin Hythlodaeus possibly still thinks of him as. For every embarrassing thing that slips out of his friend's mouth, he shall pay it back twice over.

"A lesson, yes. A firm one." He breaches the short distance to leave a chaste kiss, continuing to idly play with some locks of the other man's pale hair. "I know you hardly listen to anyone, 'Daeus, least of all me. But let us see if you can learn, hmm?"

All that said, he can hardly believe he's about to do this. It almost doesn't feel real. Hades trails his fingers to the hollow of his friend's throat, lingering long enough to feel the reassuring beat of their pulse. Then he starts to unbutton and peel back Hythlodaeus' collar.

He's mindful of any sign that his friend may try to stop him. After all, one can never be certain how much of Hythlodaeus is talk and how much true intent and action.

Hythlodaeus tries to unsuccessfully bite back a small sound at the back of his throat at that kiss - somehow the softness of it, the gently affectionate way Hades is playing with his hair is more overwhelming than something outright passionate would have been. At the same time... he can't deny how nice it is, how it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. The playful tone Hades adopts helps, too - as always, it's easier for Hythlodaeus to keep his composure and remain comfortable when there is a touch of joking in everything. It might have been strange otherwise, this entirely rapid pace of events that under normal circumstances would have taken them at the very least a decade to work up to, if not more - definitely a lot more if Hades was still the man Hythlodaeus knew before.

And although it feels very much so unreal for him, too, Hythlodaeus decides he's not going to squander this chance - not to mention give his friend any more ammunition for mocking him later. He closes his eyes, trying not to let his breath pick up too much from excitement, and slowly, exceedingly softly rests his hands on Hades's hips.

"Indeed. Shall we see how well you do as a teacher, most eminent Emet-Selch? If you would like, I am certain I could offer suggestions for improvement afterwards."

It's still very much so a challenge, a very thinly veiled implication that Hythlodaeus still thinks himself the more skilled of the two. How terrible would it be to be proven wrong! It is absolutely something he doesn't expect in any way whatsoever.

There's a flash of teeth from him and he nips at Hythlodaeus' throat. "Certainly," he murmurs.

Heart thudding against his ribs, he pushes back his friend's coat. It being winter, they are both of them wearing more layers than usual - but that's fine. The slow process might serve to mitigate how rushed it may feel to Hythlodaeus. He presses kisses next along his friend's jaw, moving leisurely down to the collarbone whilst his hands busy themselves unfastening whatever buttons or clasps bar him from the other man's naked chest.

He wishes he could rub souls with Hythlodaeus here. The physical barrier is an insurmountable obstacle but he will strive to overcome it all the same.

"You will tell me if anything is uncomfortable, 'Daeus," he murmurs as an afterthought. "This is meant to be a pleasurable experience."

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As nice as it is to be pampered, right now Hythlodaeus doesn't intend to lie back lazily. He walks one hand up to Hades's chest to start undoing the buttons of the man's vest, only halfway trying to hide the smile on his lips.

"Oh, you can be certain of that. When did I ever stay silent, particularly when it came to scolding you? 'Tis why you let me stay your chief of staff, after all. I can only imagine how much more tedious the office would have been for you, had your companion been someone who actually listens to what you say."

Allowing himself a shadow of a smile, he leans back up to kiss his partner's cheek. There's unmistakeable fondness in his tone as he replies:

"If I had fired you, you would simply make a nuisance of yourself elsewhere. Then who would have the authority to censure you?"

Once the vest is undone, he shrugs it off and drops it carelessly over the side of the bed. While Hythlodaeus works on his shirt, Hades' fingers delicately trace over the contours of his friend's chest. It isn't terribly well-defined; they had not had any need for martial prowess back in those days. But it is his first time seeing it in this context and he commits it to memory as the cold raises goosebumps along his skin.

"...You fool of a man," he says, but it sounds more like affection than chastisement.

Leaning back down, he kisses the other man properly. Gods above, there is so much lost time to make up for. Hythlodaeus is in his bed and he cannot decide how to have his friend. Nothing outrageous to start with, he thinks, but something to leave an impression...

Hythlodaeus gives a fond huff as he watches Hades drop his vest off the bed. Though he's still flustered by the situation, his chest rising and falling under Hades's hand rather faster than it normally would, it's incredibly comforting to see that despite the context there isn't much actual difference between this and their usual banter, alternating jokes and affection.

"Speaking of censure... You once scolded me for leaving my mask in your office, and now you are content to leave your garments on the floor? How things change, indeed."

He returns the kiss, face pleasantly flushed, slipping Hades's shirt off the man's shoulders, and laughs once he has his breath back.

"Come now, what did I do this time to deserve the name-calling? Steal your heart?"

"Completely and utterly stolen it, yes, with no intention of giving it back."

Another lingering kiss, shirt shaken aside before he draws back and turns his attention to Hythlodaeus' belt and trousers. He deftly tugs the former loose, shifting down to tug the other man's pants down. Wearing a lazy smirk, he keeps careful watch of his friend's expression.

"I thought I had nothing left to give after the Warriors made off with their own pieces of it. But I suppose I had always kept a part of it for you."

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It seems that the reality of the situation is only just fully dawning on Hythlodaeus, especially when Hades's hands move to his belt. Hythlodaeus raises himself up on his elbows, eyes darting between his own half-naked form--oh heavens, his pants are undone, he barely had the time to notice--Hades's bare chest, his friend's dangerously confident smirk. He stares at the other man, wide-eyed, face growing redder by the moment, then hurriedly looks away - as though that would help with his embarrassment and, ah, growing excitement.

"W-Well now, Hades, who's the one not embarrassed to say such things now?"

Try as he might, though, Hythlodaeus can't deny that he's certainly on the losing side right now, as evidenced by Hades's smug expression - and, refusing to simply look at it, Hythlodaeus quickly raises himself further and grabs his friend by the shoulders to drag him into another kiss, desperate and still a little amateurish, but certainly not lacking in passion. He tangles one hand in Hades's hair, the other arm winding around the man's waist as Hythlodaeus lowers himself back onto the bed, pulling Hades on top of him.

Caught off-guard by Hythlodaeus' frantic attempt to salvage pride, his hands pause their work on the other man's belt. After a moment, he smiles and leans well into the embrace, shifting to settle by his friend's side so they can kiss more comfortably. He tangles their feet together, circles an arm about Hythlodaeus' waist to keep him close.

"'Daeus," he breathes once he's allowed a moment to speak, "I do believe you're blushing."

And he'll soon give his friend more reason to blush when he reaches down between them and palms Hythlodaeus through his smallclothes.

He actually yelps at the contact in surprise, hips jerking involuntarily - and boy, is he blushing. Despite that, though, he manages to direct Hades a petulant look, just to let him know the teasing worked, and then slides a hand up the man's chest - full, unabashed touch.

"W-Why, Hades, would it not be an insult to your pride if it were otherwise? Or... am I simply not enough of a challenge?"

Hythlodaeus leans in closer to nip gently at Hades's neck.

"Do you not enjoy seeing me like this, my dear Agesandros? Flustered, at a loss for words? Here I thought 'twas one of your greatest fantasies..."

"Oh, it is."

He is savouring every single moment, pale, golden eyes drinking in the sight of his normally unflappable, verbose friend as they slowly come undone at his hands. He looks forward to the day when Hythlodaeus does present a challenge to him, even as he's equally happy to lavish attention on his friend. He aches for physical connection - something Hythlodaeus would realise if he but reached for Hades in turn.

"But...I see you have yet to be rendered at a loss for words. I must needs try something else."

Overlapping the hand on his chest, he brings it to his lips and kisses the backs of his friend's fingers - just as they had done to him earlier. Then, smirking, he nudges Hythlodaeus back on to his back and slips down, settling between his friend's calves. Finally - finally - his fingers play with the upper hem of his partner's. He watches to make sure Hythlodaeus knows exactly what he intends before slowly pulling those down as well.

The kiss to his fingers makes Hythlodaeus's breath catch in his throat - he's still rather partial to romantic gestures too, after all, a fact that may prove very useful to Hades in the future.

But if it was rendering Hythlodaeus speechless he wanted... well, he gets that and even more. He freezes utterly, staring at Hades wide-eyed as though in a dream, not even a trace of his usual cheeky demeanour left, his face completely red. He opens his mouth after a few moments, as though to say something, but it obviously doesn't come to him: instead, he makes a small flustered sound and then finally looks away, fingers digging into the sheets and his breath coming faster. He's also rather obviously, ah, excited, even before Hades touches him proper.

It's tempting to chuckle at how shy his friend - his lover - suddenly is, but he refrains with great effort. Instead he gently wraps his hand around Hythlodaeus' arousal and begins to pump slowly.

"Now...surely you must have a fantasy of your own. Tell me what it is." His teeth flash. "If you can."

Hythlodaeus can't bring himself to actually meet Hades's gaze, self-satisfied that he is sure it is, nor can he quite stop himself from giving a soft half-gasp, half-whimper at the touch. By the heavens, it really is real. A part of him still refuses to believe he isn't simply dreaming - because, well, why would Hades do this, with him of all people? But Hythlodaeus can certainly see his own hands, ergo, that's not his touch on his cock. As though he doesn't know how his own hands feel, anyway.

The only salvation is Hades's last mocking remark that at least gives Hythlodaeus a chance to take refuge in being cheeky again.

"W-Well, now... Was it not my silence you were so hungry for, Agesandros? Such inconsistency does not become a teacher."

A huff from him. He gives Hythlodaeus' cock a more firm squeeze and brushes his thumb over the tip.

"A good teacher also encourages his student's participation, 'Daeus. But as you wish. I wonder how long you can remain silent, however..."

He keeps his pace slow, relishing the little noises his friend makes as they writhe upon the bed. It stirs his own want, a pressing need against the fabric of his trousers. But he is patient - oh so patient. After a while, he forgoes his hand and shuffles even further down, kissing the rigid length tenderly.

"Ah--"

Though he tries his best to stay quiet, if only out of contrariness, there's only so long Hythlodaeus can hold out, caught between his own fantasies and the almost dizzying touch of Hades's hands on his skin... but, oh, the kissing is even more unexpected, and Hythlodaeus can only gasp and whine at that, his hips jerking up. He still has enough presence of mind to slap a hand across his mouth to try and stifle any more noises, but even he has to admit he slipped up there. There is something exciting about finally losing to Hades, and Hythlodaeus doesn't know how to feel about it.

Unfortunately for Hythlodae's self control, Hades does more than simply kiss. He runs his lips over the turgid length, mouthing at the sensitive skin, lathing his tongue across the underside. He torments and teases until his friend's resolve breaks. Then, and only then, does he finally take his friend's cock fully into his mouth.

Had they met in that depraved city, Hades would have been as much an amateur in this as Hythlodaeus. He's still not what one would call an expert by any means, but he knows how to please. Listening keenly for his partner's reactions, he carefully bobs his head back and forth, hand wrapping around the base where his lips can't quite reach.

It takes an almost pitifully short time for Hythlodaeus's self-control to break - and how could it not when he's faced with one of his oldest fantasies? A part of him wonders desperately whether Hades knew somehow, gleaned it from that brief connection of their minds.

He screws his eyes shut, the hand over his mouth doing nothing to prevent him from dissolving into a series of small desperate whimpers at each bit of attention from Hades's mouth. Hythlodaeus knows that he shouldn't give in so easily, he shouldn't, this was supposed to be his game--but at the same time a part of his mind whispers that yes, it was his game to lose. Is that not what he's always wanted? For Hades to undo him so easily, skillfully, as befits someone of his power and talent?

That thought, too, is intoxicating, and Hythlodaeus's fingers on his mouth relax as he gives a soft, almost helpless moan, his body shivering... and then gasps, choking on his own breath as Hades takes him in his mouth. Hythlodaeus arches his back, chest heaving with his rapid breathing, digs his fingers into the bedsheets.

"Hades!--"

The name cuts off into another half-whine, half-moan as Hythlodaeus's hips thrust up again. His cheeks burn with the embarrassment of the knowledge that he's lost, he won't be able to salvage a victory in their little game anymore like this - but by the same token, it only makes him grow stiffer in the other man's mouth. Maybe it's not such a bad thing to give in sometimes...

It's a heady, giddy sensation to realise his friend is as putty in his hands. In his memories, Hythlodaeus had ever been the smug victor of their exchanges, and he, reluctantly seceding. His friend's uninhibited moans spur him to suck harder, lightly dragging his teeth over their cock before his lips run back over to soothe it.

He can't speak like this. If he could, he would urge his friend to give in, to release, let everything wash over like high tide on the shore.

Groaning quietly, he ruts a little against the mattress himself. I want him. By the stars, do I want him. 'Daeus...

He's prepared for when Hythlodaeus hits his peak. It's just a matter of pushing the other man there.

It's so much, all of it, and between the overwhelming excitement of the first time, the intoxicatingly sweet vulnerability of giving in and the sheer physical pleasure Hythlodaeus quickly abandons all attempts at saving face. If he's already lost to his friend, he might as well enjoy it...

Hythlodaeus grows unabashedly vocal, loud moans interspersed with excited gasps every time Hades tries something new or is a little firmer in his attention. He writhes on the bed, letting the carefree pleasure build up within him - indeed, why hold back? He'll have more than enough chance to get back at Hades later, and he certainly could use this to start learning what kind of thing his friend likes.

"Mmm-- Aah, Hades--Agesandros--"

Hythlodaeus arches again, panting, biting at his lip and wondering whether his partner enjoys him like this, shameless and overwhelmed, whether it's enough to not only spark, but flame desire within Hades as well. For his friend to want him... what an utterly sweet thought, especially if Hythlodaeus could make him work for it. Yes, how good it would be...

His breath comes ever shorter, caught between the fantasy and Hades's relentless rhythm, Hythlodaeus's hips moving in time with it. It's amazing, really, the way the pleasure both makes him want to scream and leaves him utterly breathless. He's so close to the edge--

"'S-Sandros... please--"

Hythlodaeus isn't certain where the pleading came from - other than his own burning need - but such a declaration of giving in is more than enough to push him over that edge. He throws his head back, a hand raised to his mouth helplessly as he spills, body wracked with pleasure and voice raised in a moan that dissolves into whimpering gasps before he finally stills, gulping air and shivering. His head is spinning, and he's not certain whether he can even raise himself up, to look at what he's done to Hades.

The bitter seed fills his mouth and he forces it down. As ever, oral sex is not the most pleasant of acts to him but it is worth it to hear Hythlodaeus break. Hearing his name - both his own and the other - called out in ecstasy sends a shudder all the way down his spine. It warms him in a way no coat or blanket ever could.

Eventually he pulls away from the softening cock and wipes his mouth, more than satisfied with the results. He crawls up and stretches out beside Hythlodaeus, his smile holding nothing but fondness for his replete friend.

"How was that, 'Daeus? Was I an adequate teacher?"

Hythlodaeus gives a whimper at the realization that Hades decides to take his seed rather than let it spill elsewhere - there's something both embarrassing and almost humbling about the fact, and it leaves Hythlodaeus all the more defenseless. In another situation he might have offered some joking commentary in response, but the aftermath of his orgasm and the intimacy fill him with a warm, affectionate glow, matched by that in Hades's expression.

Hythlodaeus gives him a return smile, soft and vulnerable, and takes his friend's hand into his, weak from the release, and brings it up to press a loving kiss to Hades's fingers.

"You were. Truly exemplary."

Hythlodaeus shifts closer, drawing the other man into an embrace, rests his forehead against Hades's.

"I love you, Agesandros."

He tucks himself against his taller friend. Even though he yet aches for relief, in this single, solitary moment, he feels the happiest he has ever been in a long time. This is what always wanted. This bliss. This peace.

"I love you," he murmurs back. Saying it feels like a curse. Everything he ever allowed himself to love in the days since the Sundering had faded away with time.

He knows Hythlodaeus had told him in no uncertain terms that he was prepared to spend the rest of his life with him, however long or short such a time may be, but all the same...it makes him anxious. And he hates that he feels that way. They are immortal - it shouldn't have to be like this.

Reaching up to cup his friend's cheek, he kisses them gently.

Hythlodaeus is blissfully unaware of Hades's internal turmoil and simply lets himself bask in the warmth and affection. This, too, is what he's always wanted, and what a strange thing it is to be granted it in another world, long after his own death and that of his friend. But right now the gloomy thoughts don't bother Hythlodaeus - he has more than enough faith now that they will triumph, save their people and preserve their world.

He smiles giddily at the confession and kisses back, hoping to put into it all the tenderness that he feels for his friend, bringing up a hand to stroke Hades's cheek with his thumb and comb through his hair with his other fingers.

"I never thought I would hear it from you like this," he murmurs once they part, a warm glow in his features. "If there was some manner of a competition for being the happiest man in the world, I believe I'd have quite a good chance at winning it."

"I wanted to say it while I still could." He combs through Hythlodaeus' hair, small, regular strokes so he doesn't have to quite look at his lover. "I love you. Even if I may be a fool for doing so. I love you, and Felih, and Irhya..."

And Jophrey, he admits silently to himself. He's not yet worked out how he feels towards the man. The mage had hated him upon first sight and yet when they last spoke...he was no longer sure.

"...What is so wrong with wanting this to last forever?" he whispers, eyes heating up. He ducks his head and hides it against the other man's chest, trying to stifle the tell-tale sounds of his crying.

Hythlodaeus's heart falls at those words. With how short their time here has been, he hasn't yet gotten used to how... finite things are in the mortal world. And what's even worse is hearing his friend speak as though... as though it's a sin to be happy.

Hythlodaeus wraps his arms around Hades protectively, as if trying to shield him - and more; not just shield, but nurture and heal and restore. The thought of anything being otherwise is so wildly alien that he can't even bring himself to think it.

"There is naught wrong with it," he whispers, kissing the top of Hades's head and blinking away his own nascent tears. "There is yet much that I do not understand. But the one thing I know for certain is that there is naught wrong with wishing for love and happiness. And I... I cannot well express how much it devastates me to know you've been denied both for so long."

Clutching his friend in turn, he draws a shuddering breath. It's an ugly feeling which twists in his gut. Irhya's coldness when he had insinuated that he planned to restore his world the way he had always wanted, and Felih's disappointment. Why should he care what they think? Why should he give up his own happiness when it lies within his grasp?

(Because it means thinking less of them in order to bring about his long-sought after dream.)

"If we save our world, our star," he whispers, "promise me that you will confess your love to my past self. I am an oblivious fool, as you know. Stop pining and don't wait for me to notice you."

Hearing Hades try to hold back his tears is all the more heartbreaking, and once again Hythlodaeus finds himself frustrated by the fact that he can no longer reach his friend's soul with his. Being denied their usual mastery over aether and the Sight is like being rendered blind, mute, powerless. A deeper part of him wonders what would happen if he let himself dwell on it too long.

Instead, Hythlodaeus tries to take refuge in touch, stroking down Hades's back and nuzzling into his hair. If only they could stay like this forever, indeed... There is much and more he wants to say, but something tells him he may not yet be ready to speak of the darker side of the road ahead of them.

"I do promise," he replies with a smile. "But... since you've taken the role of my teacher, would you be so kind as to give me a hint as to what kind of confession you would have liked? I would like to get it right, after all."

He snorts but then grows silent, thinking.

"I always liked seeing the stars with you. Take me somewhere they can be seen. Tell me how you feel. Kiss me if need be. Like as not I will think you having fun at my expense if you speak in that annoyingly frivolous way of yours..."

He slowly calms as Hythlodaeus strokes down his back. Even so, he hesitates before he speaks again.

"And...and if aught somehow cannot be done for the end of our star here, stop me from summoning Zodiark."

His chest tightens painfully at that request. Hythlodaeus doesn't yet know everything that has happened, that will happen - but he does know that Zodiark was to be their salvation. If he is not summonned...

"I... I promise," he murmurs. "But... no, I am certain that we can succeed. We will."

Hythlodaeus holds Hades to himself tighter. Unspoken is his fear that otherwise he would only be allowed to return to their world only to see Hades and the rest of their people perish in the Final Days.

He says nothing, simply closing his eyes and breathing. Yes. They will succeed. They will. He has to believe it, or else...

He doesn't know how long they lie there, taking comfort in the warmth of each other's skin, but Hades eventually starts to try and pull away. The ache has faded to a dull throb; nothing a cold shower won't fix - or a bit of privacy.

"Well, as pleasant as this is, we cannot stay abed all day," he says quietly. "Would you--" He hesitates, ploughs on as a slight flush returns to his cheek. "Would you like to shower together?"

This return from dreary worries to reality is more than welcome, and Hythlodaeus can't help chuckling at that first part.

"Now there is a phrase I would never have expected to hear from you! Hades, declaring that he cannot stay abed? Mayhaps you did change over these twelve millennia."

He sits up, flushing a little at the realization of his own nakedness - and particularly the reason for it - but reaches out to trace his fingers along Hades's shoulder.

"And I still maintain that we would have taken the shower much earlier if I had gotten the chance to pull you in back there."

He frowns a little at the reminder, sitting up more slowly. His expression is more petulant than serious. "Mayhap so, but there is something to be said about taking one's ablutions with one's partner after your...exertions. Wouldn't you agree?"

The faint, bitter taste is still on his tongue. He kisses Hythlodaeus on the cheek before starting to climb off the bed. Still half-dressed, he starts shedding the remainder of his layers as he makes his way to the bathroom. This time, he lays his clothes neatly on the end of the bed.

The cheek kiss is another sweet reminder of what they are now, and thus Hythlodaeus permits his eyes to linger a little on Hades as he undresses. Not that he shouldn't get plenty of chances to see that from here on now, but...

"I cannot argue with that, indeed. Mayhaps for the first time in our lives!"

He laughs and stands up to follow his friend, and it's only when they close the bathroom door behind them that Hythlodaeus suddenly leans in close, a smug look on his face.

"But I must needs point out that the, ah, exertions were all mine. Are you certain such unfair shift of the balance befits us?"

Hythlodaeus gets to relish the sight of Hades looking momentarily taken aback before a deeper red suffuses his skin. Having stripped down already, it's impossible to hide his physical reaction to those words. And it is especially difficult to escape when one's back is against a literal wall - or door, in this case.

"I used my mouth and my neck. Surely that must count for something," he retorts unsteadily.

He certainly does relish it, and decides to take it a step further - literally, moving closer to rest his hands on Hades's shoulders and pin him gently against the door.

"That you did. Would you like me to return the favour, Agesandros?"

He can't tear his eyes away from Hythlodaeus. His throat bobs as he swallows, heartbeat loud in his ears. Yes, his inner voice whispers. Yes.

Lips parting, he finds himself instead saying, "Cornering me in the bathroom, 'Daeus? Did you think you wouldn't be able to keep me down on the bed?"

Hythlodaeus's smile only grows even more smug at that bob of the throat - it feels so nice to have the upper hand again. He gently traces a finger up Hades's throat, as if to bring attention to the fact.

"Come now, Hades. Surely you know I've never been one to follow conventions. And I cannot help noticing you haven't answered my question yet... Or should I take a page out of your book and follow the unspoken hints?"

He lets one of his hands slowly, almost teasingly slide down Hades's body from his shoulder, stopping almost entirely once it reaches his hip.

Heat rushes downwards, flowing quicker than the lazy slide of Hythlodaeus' hand down his lithe frame. If the other man is toying with him again, he swears by the gods he WILL bend his friend over the sink and fuck him speechless.

Hades closes his eyes, takes a few unsteady breaths, and then opens them again. He lifts a hand and touches Hythlodaeus' cheek, other arm drawing their bodies flush together. And then he boldly arches against his friend, gasping softly as his cock drags against their thigh.

"You tell me what I desire, 'Daeus," he says huskily. "Or must I have my body speak louder?"

That's more bold than Hythlodaeus was expecting, even with his now-slightly-more-complete understanding of Hades's newfound libido, and he can't avoid a flustered expression crossing his face for a moment at the sudden and intimate contact. But he certainly isn't going to give in so easily, not when he finally had his friend on the ropes again.

Hythlodaeus hums in response, pressing against Hades's chest, heart hammering at being so close. He's never seen him fully nude before, not to mentioned touched him, so this is worth savouring all the more.

"I do wonder what you could want... Am I not the inexperienced pupil here? There is certainly much and more nuance that is all too easy for me to miss."

Spell it out, underworld boy.

The corners of his mouth twitch upwards. How quickly the embers of want rekindle themselves into a flame. It pulses through him steadily, beating harder as he subtly ruts against his friend's leg. It's as much for himself as it is to try and further tempt his friend.

"I want you, 'Daeus," he says, pitching his voice to a sultry murmur. "Your mouth, you hand - or even..."

He reaches down between them and brushes his fingertips against the other man's cock. The smile on his face is definitely a smirk as he watches for Hythlodaeus' reaction.

Hythlodaeus makes a soft, almost pleading noise at the touch, his face flushing deeper--it's all too easy for his composure to crumble if he lets himself dwell on the situation even a little more. But it's very satisfying to have Hades play along so willingly, not to mention flattering to know he's wanted. He leans in still closer to mouth at Hades's neck under the ear, sliding a leg between the other man's thighs and pressing up a little.

"Or even?.."

A low, desperate groan tears itself from his throat. The press of Hythlodaeus' body against his own, that hint of control his friend asserts - it sends his heart racing a malm a minute. He digs his fingers into the other man's skin and shifts.

"Don't tell me you never imagined it," he says huskily. "Watching my rigid self-control unravel, me gasping out your name with each - nudge - of your - hips."

The last words emphasised breathlessly against Hythlodaeus' each as he rocks suggestively.

The answer is non-verbal this time as Hythlodaeus draws in a sharp breath and then nips, practically bites at Hades's neck, his lips working the skin as he digs a hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place. He's imagined that, alright, and he's certainly imagining it now, judging by the rougher way he ruts against the other man in response, his other hand sliding down from Hades's hip to cup his ass and grip it. ~~nice~~

It actually takes Hythlodaeus some conscious effort before he manages to make himself let go of his friend's neck, kissing briefly at the mark he left, then nipping at his earlobe impatiently--no, no, focus, blast it.

"I'm starting to think we may have left the bedroom a little too early."

"You were the one who chose to trap me here," he accuses with ragged breaths. But he finds himself in rueful agreement. As much as he wouldn't mind a passionate lovemaking session against the wall, the bed is far more comfortable.

"Back to the bedroom then?" He tips his head, showing the bright red mark Hythlodaeus' teeth have left. A lazy smirk. "So you can have me properly."

Hades gets a treat - namely, the very badly concealed desire in Hythlodaeus's eyes, so obvious in his hurried breathing, the flush on his cheeks, the way he digs his fingers into his friend's skin. The look on his face is very much like the one Hades had the chance to glimpse back at the cafe after teasing Hythlodaeus so much and then drawing back. He certainly really wants.

But however caught up in a whirlwind of passion one might be, there are still considerations to keep in mind. Hythlodaeus bites at his lip frustratedly, forcing himself to draw back a little, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Only if you have done your shopping, Hades. I assume you have things ready, given how often you see Felih, but if you do not... the point is moot."

He almost pouts. Curse this land that took away their powers--life is so much easier when you can just conjure whatever you need out of thin air rather than go through the bother of getting dressed, going to a store and dealing with the embarrassment of the cashier and other customers knowing what you're up to.

In fact it was easier to keep one's private life private in Amaurot, when one need not rely upon a shop for one's day-to-day necessities. Hades has grown used to keeping track of such things now, of course, and sighs when his friend draws back.

"I did," he admits. "I thought it would be prudent to purchase some for Felih, or Irhya if she were to express interest in taking me to bed again."

Trust Hades to be the practical, forward-thinking one in the relationship.

That is very much like Hades indeed, and Hythlodaeus cannot help but chuckle as he lets go of his friend to raise a finger smugly instead.

"And now you would have to make the purchases for myself, as well. Still, three people, hmmm? I am beginning to understand why you are always so tired."

And trust Hythlodaeus to be the one to turn everything into a joke--nevermind that Felih is yet the only one out of the fabled three to actually have done anything to tire Hades out.

He scowls and reaches up to tug pointedly at his friend's hair.

"You will pay your half of the cost. Especially if we continue this," he says, voice rough but not as rough as it would be if he were truly annoyed.

For now, though, he takes Hythlodaeus' hand and pushes away from the door, opening it to let them back into the bedroom. Whether they simply content themselves with outward physical pleasure or not, Hades has every intention of having his need satisfied.

"I believe I noticed Felih secreting some lubricant in one of the drawers as well," he adds. "So... 'Tis your decision."

He gazes unflinchingly into Hythlodaeus' eyes, forcing himself to be patient even though he longs to simply have his way with the other man and damn all other considerations.

Hythlodaeus only laughs in response to the tugging and the scolding. "If", Hades says, as though he's not so obviously eager for continuations...

He follows his friend to the bedroom and rifles through the drawer curiously in search of the aforementioned lubricant. Thank the stars for Felih. At the "decision" comment, though, Hythlodaeus looks up, a teasing smile on his face.

"My decision? How generous! But here I thought all you wanted was, let me recall... ah yes, to be thrown on the bed and ravished. Or is there aught else in your trove of fantasies?"

He harrumphs and looks aside, several fantasies indeed coming to mind now that Hythlodaeus has prompted them. But no, they would hopefully have many nights ahead of them to explore more unconventional bedroom activities. For now, he simply wants.

"Naught that cannot wait," he says, taking a seat on the bed once more as he watches the other man search the drawers. He reaches over to his bedside table and slips out one of the condoms he has kept hidden inside. He turns it over and over impatiently between his fingers. "I want you, 'Daeus. If you don't hurry up, I might finish myself off before you get here."

To lend credence to the threat, he wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to slowly revive its turgid length.

Hythlodaeus shoots him a petulant look--with just a hint of panic mixed in when he realizes that Hades does intend to carry out the threat. Lube finally in hand, he quickly steps over to the bed, cupping Hades's face with the other hand to pull him into a brief kiss even before he sits down next to his friend properly.

"Well now, I never thought you would be so eager to do my job for me."

Feeling rather pleased with himself, he gently kisses back. But his next words are chastising, playing at a supervisor scolding his employee.

"Since when have you ever done your job, hmm? I have to pester and pester and hope that perhaps you will deign to follow proper procedure."

He holds out the condom for Hythlodaeus to take, heart thrumming with anticipation.

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He does take it--only to set both the condom and the lubricant down on the bed by his side, choosing instead to draw Hades into another kiss - deeper, more insistent this time. And now that both his hands are free, Hythlodaeus makes good use of them, threading his fingers through Hades's hair, his other hand tracing down the line of his neck, to the shoulder, then down to the chest - and here Hythlodaeus switches from the lighter touch of his fingertips to full contact, feeling his friend up properly. Then slowly lower, down Hades's abs--and then off to the side. It's likely intentionally teasing.

Hythlodaeus finally breaks the kiss, gently nipping at Hades's lower lip for good measure, draws back just enough to give himself space to catch his breath and give his friend a trademark smug look.

"Well, now... Is this proper enough for you, my Architect?"

Humming softly, he spreads his thighs a little as Hythlodaeus draws near his cock, only to have to suppress his follow-up groan as the hand avoids it altogether. Curse you, he thinks with frustrated fondness. Must they keep playing the game even now?

But, that said, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Better," he agrees unsteadily. "Though as always, you take your time getting to the point."

"I have always acted in counterbalance to you," Hythlodaeus replies with a self-satisfied smirk... the reason for which quickly becomes obvious as he slides his hand further down, caressing Hades's thigh but still completely denying him any direct stimulation. "Besides... I know not what you've learnt in that city, but I believe in the art of lovemaking. Particularly on such a notable occasion as this."

With that, he leans in again to nip at Hades's neck once more, intent on leaving another mark, winds an arm around his friend's back to pull him closer, skin to skin.

He lifts his chin, letting out a quiet sound as he slips his arm around Hythlodaeus' waist in turn. From behind, he teases through the ends of his friend's long, white hair.

"'Tis true, they did not put much stock in romancing one's partner. Their focus was in physical pleasure and little else."

The pinch of pain on his neck sends a shiver down his spine; a muscle in his thigh twitches beneath the other man's hand. With how tall Hythlodaeus is, it's a simple matter for him to nuzzle against his friend's shoulder and press his lips to soft, warm skin.

"So... How do you plan to love me, 'Daeus?" he murmurs.

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For better or for worse, Hythlodaeus suddenly feels possessive in a certain way, almost infuriated at the rules of Duplicity. If Hades was forced to engage in such things, Hythlodaeus would so much rather it was with someone he actually loved to start with--and though he's gathered that Hades did fall for Felih and Irhya in the end, the premise of that city turns his stomach.

So Hythlodaeus draws back a little, slipping his hand off Hades's thigh to instead run his fingers through his friend's hair at the temple, cup his cheek, kiss the side of his face tenderly.

"Until the end of my days, Hades," he murmurs in reply. "As much as I love the world and the stars. I plan to love you even when you do not love yourself, at your best or at your worst."

His lips part but no words come. Instead they chase after Hythlodaeus' mouth, trying to seal them into a passionate kiss. The sentiment warms him in ways he still feels guilt for but it stokes his latent desire as well. It's this sort of loving gesture that he responds to far more strongly, far more deeply, than any crude temptation of the flesh.

"Please," he says quietly. "I neither want nor expect forgiveness for what I've done. But if I can have you then I shall want for nothing else." He rests a hand over Hythlodaeus' own, staring unwaveringly into the other man's eyes. "I love you."

Hythlodaeus's breath catches in his throat at the proclamation of affection--and much like Hades, he is so much more drawn to genuine emotion. The pleasures of the flesh have a lot to say for them, certainly, but... they could never compare to this much more deeper, much more intense kind of love.

He makes a soft noise as he returns the kiss, just as passionate as his friend, almost desperate with it, and when they part he presses his forehead against Hades's, tips of his fingers still stroking through the man's hair, a deep, almost reverent longing in his eyes.

"...Of course you can have me, you fool," he whispers softly. "How am I meant to be without you? I love you, Hades. Moreso than I can express, especially in this pitiful state."

A small huff of half-laughter, half-frustration--though he doesn't truly hate it as such yet, being so bereft of their usual abilities is annoying at best, especially right now. But they are not here to dwell on the darker parts of their new existence, nor can Hythlodaeus even spare actual thought for that right now, not with Hades in his arms... and so he seals their lips in another kiss, slow and heartfelt, hands roaming down his friend's body--and when they part again, he barely gives Hades a moment of respite before gently pinning him down to the bed, eyes fixed on the other man.

"Hades... Agesandros. How would you have me prove my love?"

A soft gasp of surprise greets his sudden change of perspective. He smiles though, faint yet fond, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers along Hythlodaeus' cheek.

His soul aches to meld with theirs. To feel the pleasure far more keenly than flesh can, to ascend in ways mortals could barely imagine. His eyes darken to lustful gold as his loins throb, desiring fulfilment.

"Since we cannot be joined in spirit or mind, let our bodies speak for our love," he whispers. Flashes of heat prickle along his body where Hythlodaeus' hands have been. "My flesh is yours, and yours, mine. Make love to me slowly or quickly - I care not which you choose so long as it is thorough. Join with me in the only way we can be joined here and now."

As if his friend needs reminding of what he refers to, he draws a knee up and spreads suggestively. "I want to feel every inch of you, 'Daeus."

Hythlodaeus gives a soft, pleased noise at both the words and the way Hades shifts, so much more open with his desire now. He does want to have his friend, all of him, as close as they can be here in this pale world... and he has a feeling that the slow kind of thoroughness is called for here, even if it means that he'll have to pace himself. But it will be worth it, Hythlodaeus knows.

"And you shall have me, Agesandros," he murmurs, tracing his fingers down Hades's cheek, along his jaw. "Myself and everything I have, I shall give you. But first... allow me to learn the man I love all anew."

He shifts their positions, straddling Hades's waist, unabashed about his erection, and frames his friend's face in his hands, fingers trailing through his hair fondly, eyes locked to eyes.

"Winter skies to winter sun... Though you are different, you are no less stunning, my Agesandros."

With that Hythlodaeus bends down to kiss his friend again - not deep but very gentle and affectionate, a small prelude to what's to come.

He'd never thought highly of this body, it being merely the vessel into which he had poured his soul into for another tedious span of mortal life. But like it or not, it had been the form he had perished in, and the form he had been brought back as. Hearing Hythlodaeus compliment it now, it may be the first time he has ever considered its positive aspects.

Sliding his palms up Hythlodaeus' thighs, he rests his hands upon his friend's hips as they kiss. His eyes slide shut - the better to immerse him in its gentle warmth. The other man's hair tickles his skin where it falls past their shoulder.

"I kept a streak of white in my hair," he murmurs when allowed to draw breath. "To remember who I had been." He kisses Hythlodaeus again, gazing steadily upwards after he lets his head fall back. Has he ever felt this safe and assured in someone else's presence whilst in bed? Not that he can recall in recent memory. The Warriors of Light invite a tangled, thorny mess of affection when he lies with them.

Trailing one hand further up, he brushes up along his friend's flank, fingers trailing across the softer contours of their naked flesh. He must learn Hythlodaeus as well. What part of the other man's body is sensitive? What part would they rather he avoid? Questions he had rarely asked himself when lying with another - until now.

Hythlodaeus welcomes all and any touch Hades gives him right now: his affection burns too brightly for anything to be really uncomfortable. He threads his fingers through the streak of white hair gently, lovingly.

"'Tis a beautiful contrast, Hades. Intentional or not, I see more of you in this body than you may know."

He bends down to kiss his friend's neck, tender at first, then increasingly more passionate as he lets warmth and desire build up within himself, taking in Hades's scent, tasting his skin under his lips. Slowly, Hythlodaeus lets his hands trail down the other man's frame - curious, exploratory touch, likewise busy with figuring out what Hades likes. A light, almost feathery touch along the clavicle, then down Hades's chest, palming at the soft muscle, brushing his fingers lightly over the nipples.

"Hades..."

Hythlodaeus whispers the name into his friend's ear, a warm huff of breath against it, before nipping at his earlobe experimentally.

'What does he see?' Hades wonders to himself as he lets his head loll to one side. Whilst the soft touches are nice in their own way, he soon finds himself craving a little more.

"Harder," he whispers back, reaching up to stroke his friend's long hair. He recalls Hythlodaeus responding positively to it earlier. Mayhap his desire for rougher treatment is balanced out by his friend's desire for a more delicate touch. He kisses the side of Hythlodaeus' cheek, continuing softly, "I prefer a firmer touch. A bit more sharpness. As if you would try to assert yourself over me."

The request is unexpected, a contrast to Hades's gentle touch, and it certainly gets a reaction out of Hythlodaeus. There's a sharp intake of breath against Hades's neck and then he bites at it - still obviously loving, only the slightest touch of pain, but Hythlodaeus is very intent on leaving a mark - and not just one but many more, to the point that Hades would have to count himself lucky that in winter it's normal to cover one's neck.

Hythlodaeus works his way to his friend's throat, working the skin with his lips and teeth, lapping briefly at the marks he leaves, then raises himself up a little to take in the view, eyes half-lidded with desire and a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, now... Was that why you were so unhappy about being chosen for the office, Hades? Do you prefer to be led?"

Hythlodaeus grins, leaning in closer again, brings up a hand to trace his thumb along his friend's lower lip.

"I wonder if you would have dreamt of being taken by me back then, had you but known how I feel... A late night at work after a very stressful day, no one left at the Bureau but us..."

Though Hythlodaeus's voice is teasing, it's not unkind in the least - not mocking a possible fantasy of his friend's, but more proposing a mutually enjoyable scenario.

A late night at the Bureau, he wonders, twitching as Hythlodaeus' teeth worry his neck. His breathing grows heavier and he twines his fingers in his lover's hair. Had he known of Hythlodaeus' desire for him, perhaps he might have entertained the thought. He's certainly entertaining it now.

"Hmm..." He nips at the thumb, kissing the tip. "I dislike the thought of making a mess of my workspace. If you were to approach me - say, corner me against my desk - and kiss me as tenderly as you did just now--"

He rises up to do just that, moulding his mouth gently against Hythlodaeus' and ending with a tug on his bottom lip.

"--I might allow you to submit some last minute paperwork before retiring home for the night," he murmurs with a faint smirk, eyes gleaming wickedly.

Hythlodaeus stares at him for a long moment, confused... and then breaks out into laughter, clear and bright, hiding his face in Hades's neck as his shoulders shake. Once the laughter lets him go, he straightens up again, wiping at the corner of his eye, a grin on his face.

"Are you certain you would not have set me to more work, just to make up for taking you off guard? I could hardly imagine you having so much composure back then!"

This is a difference in his friend that Hythlodaeus doesn't mind in the least. Though it's unusual to hear Hades make jokes, it only warms his heart and makes him hope that now his own attempts at bringing more levity to Hades's life will be met more favourably.

He startles when Hythlodaeus bursts into merriment, sultry act completely forgotten, only to frown and - dare one say - sulk once he realises his friend is laughing at him.

"You asked," he retorts, looking aside. Even now, he hates being mocked. So what if he wouldn't have done such a thing back then? Isn't it a question of what he would do now? There's a word for this, he's sure of it.

~~Roleplay, it's roleplay.~~

"If you're going to sit there and laugh at me then let me up," he continues sullenly.

There's a brief moment of disbelief again as Hythlodaeus processes the fact that that hadn't been a joke but rather a genuine answer within the scenario. Still, he can't help chuckling as he bends down to press a kiss to the side of Hades's jaw, his hands shifting over to the other man's shoulders to pin him down more securely.

"Now, now, I was simply admiring your wit... my Architect. Or, if it were afterhours... would it be simply 'Hades'?"

Hythlodaeus raises himself up a little to fix his friend with a mischievous look. He certainly doesn't mind going back to their little scenario...

"After all, you could hardly shoo me away with paperwork if I came to see you as a friend, not a subordinate."

How can he be so obtuse after calling me oblivious?

He grudgingly looks back towards Hythlodaeus. If he tries to correct his friend, it will ruin the mood further. "I would not shoo you away. But alone as we would be in my office after the rest had gone home..." He reaches up and trails a finger down his friend's cheek. "I would remove your mask, and my own, so that we may freely gaze upon each other as we come together."

Hythlodaeus exhales softly at that, his cheeks growing redder. He wouldn't say it right now, not to detract from the moment, but... He has been missing the kind of privacy Amaurotine garb allowed. On the first few days the sheer shock of always seeing other people openly, - and having to be just as open himself, - took up too much space in his mind for Hythlodaeus to think about it further... But now that he's gotten a little more used to it, being so exposed all the time is starting to grate on his nerves. The sight of another's face or body is meant to be something precious, treasured for its rarity, a revelation borne of trust, not... left haphazardly all over the place, as though it's mundane, as though it barely matters.

"Well now, then I would only hope that you enjoy gazing upon me as much as I do upon you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, pushing those thoughts aside. "I am a lucky man indeed, to know one of the Fourteen so intimately..."

He dips his head suddenly, close enough that his lips are almost brushing against Hades's.

"But I would also tell you that working so hard is no good for your health. Mayhap I ought to be more direct in my attempts to distract you, most eminent Emet-Selch... A mess can always be cleaned up, after all."

It is his turn to flush but he does not waver. Somehow it's so much easier to weather Hythlodaeus' flirting now. A part of him wishes he could shed this body or mould it anew let his friend have him in the truest sense, Solus zos Galvus being but another mask in a long line of previous. Alas...

"I suppose," he allows, leaning once more into their playful act. He traces idle circles around one nipple, resisting the urge to kiss Hythlodaeus again. "Then how would you propose to distract me, my ever-mindful second?"

That touch is nice, and Hythlodaeus smirks against Hades's lips, pleased with it.

"Well, now... I do wonder if I would in fact need to do aught. My mere presence has always seemed to be a distraction for you, and even when all I offer is silence, you are awfully eager to fill it..."

He leans down to whisper in his friend's ear.

"So mayhaps I would simply stay there and watch you work. The way you hold your quill. The light of the lamps reflected on your features. The way you grow still when you are deep in thought. How would it feel, Hades? To feel my gaze on you, to know that I take in your every movement, the way your aether shifts and flows--all those little things, hidden thoughts, concealed desires... Mayhaps I would simply need to remind you how aware I am of them. How there is precious little you could hide from me."

Oh, that is patently unfair.

The words he wants to speak die upon his lips, joining a grave of impulses he tries hard to bury. Memories of peaceful times long past are faint and yet oh so clear in parts: he can picture his office, dark and austere, lit by the soft, warm glow of its lamps; Hythlodaeus, seated nearby with his chin in his hands, watching his beloved work through last minute details of a formal request to their bureau.

His mouth goes dry and his heart thuds. He can imagine the weight of his friend's gaze, how distracting it and their little smile must be, how Hythlodaeus' keen sight would note the minute fluctuations of his soul no matter what front he put on.

He swallows, feeling far more naked than flesh would suggest. Neither of them have their Sight here, but Hythlodaeus knows him well enough to not need it.

"Only watch?" he murmurs back, sliding his hand up the other man's torso until it rests over their heart. "You would do naught but watch, even as my soul yearns for yours?"

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Hythlodaeus smirks, his heart singing, presses a kiss to Hades's neck just below the ear.

"They do say half the pleasure is in the anticipation. Besides... 'tis sweet indeed to see you get worked up. After all, that way it becomes harder and harder for you to hide how you feel, how I make you feel."

He draws back to lock eyes with his friend again, his expression both self-satisfied and affectionate as he puts a hand over Hades's, pressing it tighter to his chest.

"For even now you try to misdirect, to appear more, mm, collected than you are. And I have seen firsthand just how well you manage to fool others. A mystery you've always been, a riddle to unravel... and how pleasant and satisfying it is to unravel it, over and over again. And even more so to know that I am one of the two to ever manage it."

The longer he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze, the more he has to resist the urge to squirm. His friend has always had piercing eyes. The sort to look deep within and understand the heart better than he ever could. What use his own talent with the Underworld if one couldn't understand a man's heart after all? Isn't that why Hythlodaeus made an excellent chief of their bureau?

He tries several times to speak, only for words to fail him. His arousal stands stiffly, embarrassingly, roused by mere suggestion and wordplay. He--

He wants. He wants. Hythlodaeus is right: he cannot fool his friend. They've danced around it long enough.

"'Daeus," he says thickly. "Enough. Have me already. I-- I don't wish to wait any longer."

Though Hythlodaeus's expression doesn't change much, maintaining that same air of satisfied ease, the subtle differences are all the more prominent in a situation like this. His breathing grows deeper the longer he looks at his friend, the way he falters and tenses, the way his agitation grows more and more noticeable - at the very least, noticeable to someone who can read him. His eyes roam Hades's face, indeed taking in everything: the tiny changes in expression, the trembling of his lips, the growing vulnerability in his eyes - all things that are precious, almost humbling to behold.

Hythlodaeus exhales a shaky breath at the request, his fingers digging into Hades's flesh a little tighter, his own eyes darkening with desire. His nonchalance was but a front too, after all - at best, he's simply better at keeping it than Hades; a better actor.

Maybe he ought to say something, but right now Hythlodaeus feels like dragging it out any longer would be cruel to both of them--and it's not particularly as though he can think of something to say. So instead he leans down, taking Hades's face in both hands, and kisses him - deceptively slow at first, but very quickly growing in passion and hunger, a mark of his impatience and need, fingers curling into his friend's hair. He keeps it up until they're both out of breath, draws back for a brief moment to get some air into his lungs, and seals their lips together once more, positively ravenous, almost drunk on the intimacy of the situation, on being allowed to have Hades like this.

Eventually Hythlodaeus breaks away once more, licking his lips, presses his forehead against his friend's.

"Hades..."

It's a desperate whisper, his voice trembling, the overwhelming desire all the more prominent in how quietly the name is said. He swallows thickly--by the heavens, he should get back on track, they won't actually get anywhere like this, but it's so hard to think right now, with the sheer want flooding his mind. He wants to have his friend, any, every way, body and soul and mind and everything, give him as much pleasure as Hades wants--no, needs, deserves in Hythlodaeus's eyes. And that is an unquantifiable amount, indeed.

With a groan Hythlodaeus forces himself to sit up, shifts off Hades's waist - much as he doesn't want to break contact, it will be more than worth it soon. He gropes around for the lube, and as he slicks his fingers, waiting for it to warm up, Hythlodaeus finds himself eyeing Hades's erect cock hungrily, more thoughts rising in his mind. Certainly his friend wants to be had right now, but... how interesting it would be to ride him, to put him in a position of seeming control, yet in truth the opposite of it. Hmmm. Quite the fitting metaphor for their relationship, really...

He returns to his waiting friend--lover--and settles between his legs, pressing a finger against his entrance gently. Though he's gathered Hades has had... just about all manners of adventures in Duplicity, he's not keen on simply assuming, so for now he slowly presses a single finger in, and looks up at Hades--which, for better or for worse, makes his eyes fall on the man's member again.

...Well, damn it all. Hythlodaeus has always been the curious sort, and besides, Hades had given him the permission back in the bathroom. With a thoughtful hum Hythlodaeus reaches out to wrap his free hand around Hades's cock and stroke it slowly, running his thumb over the tip as though exploring, all the while letting his finger go deeper inside the man.

He kisses back with just as much ardour, if not more, deaf to the quiet whimper he makes when Hythlodaeus finally draws away. He runs a tongue over his lips, panting quietly, a lustful glaze in his darkened eyes. His desire could not be more plain even to those with less keen eyes.

"'Daeus..." he murmurs back.

The anticipation only grows when his friend moves away to apply lubricant to his fingers. Hades draws his knees up, cheeks growing warm at his own brazenness. But he doesn't falter. He wants this. He wants it more than he can express in words. If his soul could speak, it would have long since drawn Hythlodaeus' in and merged with it. Such pleasure is one he had dared not fully take back in that other city, lest he absorb and consume the shards from sheer density of his own.

He sucks in a sharp breath when the first finger breaches him and spreads a little wider. It doesn't escape him the way his friend and lover eyes him, and especially his turgid length. If it were anyone else, he might be embarrassed to have such a clear sign of his arousal ogled. But it's Hythlodaeus: neither of them have anything shameful to hide from the other. At least, not about their bodies.

"Ah...!"

A violent twitch greets the hand which wraps around his cock. His hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets. His hips thrust upwards and he trembles, gasping. Gods above, yes. Yes.

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That reaction sends a jolt through Hythlodaeus, a shock of dark warmth through his body. How amazing it is, to watch Hades's self-control unravel, to see him in this much more open, shameless state.

Hythlodaeus swallows thickly, grits his teeth with the effort of keeping his thoughts steady. He wants, needs more of this, to see Hades come apart, overwhelm him again and again--but which way to choose to get there? He wants to do everything at once, and not even the thought that there will yet be a lot of time to try out more things helps. At the same time he wants to give Hades what the man wants - every inch of himself, as Hades had aptly put it, - and he's worried about overwhelming him too early. And yet...

Oh, to hell with it. Just a little will be fine, Hythlodaeus tells himself. Just a little, and he can always stop in time for them to have even more enjoyment of each other...

He shoots Hades a brief look, hungry and hopeful and curious all at once, and shifts his hand lower, to the base of his member... and then leans in to drag the tip of his tongue along his length, then take Hades's tip into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue, as though trying to memorize the shape. At the same time, he adds a second finger, curls them a little, massaging at Hades's insides, then scissors gently before pulling his fingers out and going back in, setting up a slow rhythm.

"Oh, gods above... 'Daeus--!"

The quiet words slip out before he bites down hard on his lip. He feels Hythlodaeus' fingers working their way in, which is its own pleasure in a way, but whatever small discomfort he feels is wholly superseded by his lover's tongue. Gripping the edges of the bed, he trembles as a hot flush sears through his skin and the head of his cock slowly swells dark red. The pleasure sends his thoughts careening out of alignment.

"More," he begs softly. What does he care if it's shameless? Soon enough they will be bonded. He closes his eyes, heart racing at a nervous clip. It's strange - he never used to care so much about sex before. But now it's the only way he can feel the depth of his lover's affection.

Breathing heavily, his eyes flutter open again to watch Hythlodaeus work his mouth along his flushed cock. Just minutes ago, it had been him in that position. "If-- if you feel along carefully inside, you should find...a sensitive spot that incites greater pleasure," he says thickly.

Hythlodaeus makes a curious hum at the advice - after all, it's true that he is the less experienced out of the two of them... but he did always pride himself on being a quick learner. He shifts his wrist position so he can reach deeper, curling his fingers as he explores.

And much as Hythlodaeus tries to remind himself that this was supposed to be just a little, it's so exhilarating to hear, feel Hades's reactions to what he does--so Hythlodaeus bobs his head down, taking more of his lover into his mouth before drawing up again. He tries to recall what it felt like to have Hades do this to him, tries to figure out how to replicate it - and even if Hythlodaeus is inexperienced, his attention to detail and natural inquisitiveness and willingness to both experiment and adjust help make up for it greatly. He establishes a slow, thorough rhythm, paying attention to how his lover reacts as, experimentally, he tries to take in more and more of him with each movement, slowing down a little to force his throat to relax once it starts getting more than he can easily take.

There'll be time enough to explain exactly what he's asking Hythlodaeus to look for later. For now, Hades focuses on trying not to writhe too much as his lover's tongue draws his pleasure out in slow, languid strokes. The last thing he wants is for Hythlodaeus to choke in the middle of his work. Is this torture? He would be willing to classify this as torture. He has no other words for the excruciatingly slow pace and thorough attention paid to him.

Fingers flexing against the mattress and toes curling, he takes in deep, steady breaths and slowly lets them out again. Either by accident or design, his lover's fingers brush right over his prostate and a frisson crawls its way up his spine. His body jolts and he cries out softly.

"'Daeus..." he breathes out, not even fully conscious of doing so. "'Daeus..."

His cries only grow louder and more ardent as time passes. The harder Hythlodaeus goes, the tighter his loins wind. It swells hotter than any furnace, deeper than the pitch black touch of his god. He doesn't know if Hythlodaeus intends to push him all the way, but he welcomes the fall.

Hythlodaeus tries to keep his own thoughts on track, but it gets harder by the moment - it's so maddeningly sweet to hear Hades call his name like that, feel him throb in his mouth, twitch under his hand. This level of intimacy, the intensity of it almost makes up for their lack of soul contact. It will never be the same, of course, but maybe, just maybe, it's possible to get close enough...

One of the things primarily occupying Hythlodaeus's mind, however, is his own burning, growing need - and, with great effort, he finally makes himself let go of Hades, withdrawing both his fingers and his lips. He looks up at his lover, chest heaving as he tries to get his breath back, shivering with desire. He's not sure he can even think anymore, as such, and that's another drawback of being reduced to only physical affection, the sheer amount of effort needed to coordinate one's actions.

Hythlodaeus runs a hand down his face, exhaling a shaky breath as he tries to get himself under control. If this had been at an earlier stage, he likely would have asked what Hades wanted him to do next--but right now Hythlodaeus is more than certain neither of them could really be bothered to articulate anything. So he slowly pulls himself up, sitting up with some effort, fumbles around for the condom, barely manages to open the package with trembling fingers. A thought occurs at the back of his mind that for the next time they really should prepare in advance to avoid these awkward if minute delays.

Putting it on is a bit of an effort, too, and Hythlodaeus bites at his lip as he slides his hand down himself, so sensitive he is at that point. He applies a generous amount of lubricant, too - he isn't willing to risk any level of discomfort for his lover. And as he looks up at Hades he can't help his heart skipping a beat at how wonderful he looks, so open and flushed and vulnerable and eager, all at once. If only there were words, anything to express how it makes him feel, from protectiveness to adoration to the deepest devotion, a kind of love that can only be felt, not explained.

"Hades..."

Hythlodaeus manages to murmur the name as he positions himself, his tip pressing against the entrance. He's still trying to take it a little slow, to avoid overwhelming them both too quickly, despite how much he longs for much, much closer contact. His eyes are locked to Hades's, searching his face for any clue or sign of discomfort as he slowly presses in, giving them both time to adjust.

"A-aah..."

Yet even at a slower pace it's so much, that feeling of heat and tightness around him, knowing he's inside Hades, - it feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His breath comes shorter, shakier as he keeps going in, wondering how much of him his lover is willing to take.

A small, disappointed sound worms its way past his lips when Hythlodaeus draws away. He allows himself a moment to relax, panting, watching his friend through half-lidded eyes as they prepare themselves.

He can't help but chuckle quietly at his friend's fumbling, sitting up a little to help him open the packet. Oily fingers do not make for the best purchase upon foil wrapping. Once they have it open, he brushes a kiss against Hythlodaeus' mouth and lies back down, attempting a reassuring smile to allay some of his lover's apprehension.

Soon enough, a blunt head is pressing at his rear. He draws his knees up again and shifts as it pushes in, stretching him, filling him, and then finally coming to rest. Hades breathes in deep and crosses his ankles behind Hythlodaeus' back, nudging him as far in as is possible. There are no words to describe the quiet bliss he feels. This is right. It feels right.

Reaching up, he takes his friend's hand and interlaces their fingers, using it as leverage to draw them down so he can gently kiss them.

"Everything," he whispers, as though he knows what unspoken question is lingering on Hythlodaeus' tongue. "I would have everything you are willing to give and more." In case the other man needs encouragement, he takes the initiative of rolling his hips upward to ease them into the motion.

Hythlodaeus moans softly as Hades nudges him in, but follows the motion readily, bending down to answer the kiss, keeping one hand on his friend's hip, rubbing Hades's fingers gently with the other. The intimacy of it, the warmth of their bodies against each other, Hades's affectionate guidance, the softness of his lips and the love in his eyes - all things that make Hythlodaeus feel... complete, in a way. And even though it's not the melting of souls into one, he is still incredibly grateful for getting to experience this.

He lets himself push in all the way at the encouragement, a soundless moan leaving his lips, then adjusts his position to make moving easier. He pulls out halfway, once again starting slowly to give them both time to adjust - and maybe it's Hythlodaeus himself who needs it more, this being the first time he actually got to lay with someone, least of all someone he loved. Yet at the same time he's determined to give Hades what he wants and needs, to do right by his lover, and so Hythlodaeus gradually starts to move faster, groaning softly. It's not without its price, in a way - so much harder to keep his breathing even, with his heart beating madly and the golden fire of pleasure circulating through him. But the payoff is so much more than worth the effort of trying to keep himself steady.

Hythlodaeus leans closer again to catch Hades's lips in his, draw him into another kiss, deep and thorough and passionate, one that lasts until he's out of breath. Once he breaks it, Hythlodaeus doesn't pull away, but instead brings up a hand to cup his lover's face, tangle his fingers in his hair - all the while settling into a quicker rhythm, experimenting with pulling out further before going back in.

"Hades... I-It feels amazing. You feel amazing..."

Soft, breathy laughter in response. Once more there is a twinge of regret that this is as far as they will be allowed to join with one another in this foreign place. Determined to make the most of it, he surrenders to the heat climbing to a near unbearable high. Hythlodaeus is privy to every gasp, every whimper, every fervent platitude Hades offers to the heavens.

These only stop when they kiss, but Hades clutches his hand all the tighter when they part, cheeks flushed and expression full of nothing but abject want. With every back and forth his hard cock rubs against his lover's abdomen, and considering how thoroughly Hythlodaeus had tended to him before they came together, he knows he'll ultimately be the first to hit his peak.

(Then again, if this truly is his friend's first time...)

"You are...truly..." He breaks off with a shudder. "Truly a fiend," he finishes with a groan. That wave had been close. So very close. How can Hythlodaeus keep up such a steady rhythm? It's driving Hades mad. "I... I--"

He tries to drive himself against his friend's cock, seeking that final tipping point and failing miserably. He's not in control and the sweet tension his nerves sit upon is as maddening as it is addictive. Meeting his friend's eyes, he pleads silently for release.

Hythlodaeus's self-control is, in fact, a lot more fragile than he manages to make it seem - and that voiceless plea is enough to break it down. There's a brief moment as Hythlodaeus sucks in a shuddering breath, feeling his resolve crumble under his own desire and wild affection - and then he dives down to kiss Hades again, hungry and not very careful, because he has precious little presence of mind left to be careful. He untangles his hand from Hades's grasp to instead wrap it around the man's cock to jerk him off mercilessly as he fucks him in earnest - much like in everything else, it appears that in bed, too, Hythlodaeus prefers to first drag it out, enjoying his influence under guise of compliance, leading his opponent on a metaphorical chase, and then flip the tables on them.

But here the tradeoff is so much more powerful than it would be in debate, and it's a brief time indeed before Hythlodaeus gasps out helplessly, his eyes sliding shut, moans out his lover's name - again, and again, - and grabs onto him desperately, rocking his full length inside Hades as the wave of pleasure washes over him, carrying away everything, a flood of searing fire through his mind. His hips move reflexively for a brief while more before he finally stills, gulping air against Hades's neck in half-sobs, tears in the corners of his eyes - another proof of just how far it took him.

Some time passes, and Hythlodaeus has no idea whether it's short or not, before he finally feels in control of his body again, incredibly weak though it is. He's not certain he can move yet, even though the rational part of his mind says that he probably should, if only so they can lie down more comfortably - but he has a feeling he's not moving anywhere, at least not until the trembling in his limbs dies down. He exhales a quiet breath, warm air against Hades's skin, nuzzles into his neck weakly as he allows himself to simply bask in the utter bliss of the afterglow.

"Hades..."

The abrupt change takes him completely by surprise. He whimpers against Hythlodaeus' mouth and scrabbles for purchase against the bed as the thrusts come hard and fast, while the other man's hand milks his swollen cock for all its worth. Harder. Faster. He kisses back with a feverish passion he never knew he possessed, plying teeth and tongue in a messy clash to assert what little dominance he still can.

But it's too much all at once.

One last stroke proves the tipping point. Hades convulses with a cry and bucks upwards as relentless waves of unadulterated pleasure wash over him. His seed spills across their stomachs and Hythlodaeus' hand, pulsing, it seems, with the rapid beat of his heart. His hips continue to rock until the orgasm finally subsides, whereupon he slumps bonelessly upon the bed, panting. He feels weak - as though he has run several malms without rest. The last time he'd felt this way had been after that rigorous mating session with Felih.

Curse this prison of flesh, he thinks as he drapes an arm around Hythlodaeus' shoulders, gently stroking his lover's hair. How else to convey the depth of his affection but through these paltry gestures?

"'Daeus," he murmurs faintly, kissing him gently on the outer shell of his ear. "I missed you."

There's a soft exhale of laughter in response.

"Well now, Hades... Can you truly miss something that has only just taken place? Or was it more than just self-awareness that you granted my shade?" Hythlodaeus murmurs, his tone playful - he's a little too dazed to think whether or not that's a good choice of what to say. Feeling a little strength return to him, though, Hythlodaeus finally pulls out with a groan - he's still sensitive, but right now he just wants to lie down next to Hades. They can clean up later.

"I missed you too," he murmurs, making himself comfortable against his friend and lover, wrapping his arms around him. "Across those twelve millennia, know that I've missed you, wherever I'd gone."

"You know what I mean, you fool."

He shifts on to his side, leaving his arm draped across Hythlodaeus' waist. His back and thighs already ache. It will probably be difficult to walk tomorrow, but that is a problem for later. Mayhap he can even solicit a little pampering from his friend because of it.

After leaning in for a leisurely, affectionate kiss, he tucks himself against his taller friend and closes his eyes as though to sleep. They really ought to clean up first, but he's tired. Emotionally and physically.

"Would that you could stay by my side for the rest of time."

This particular gift is not delivered in person, but instead left at the door of Emet-Selch's inn room. A little basket with a festively coloured paper serviette, containing one sandwich, a handful of grapes, and a handwritten note.

Thank you once more for your most unexpected yet heartfelt gift. Happy Starlight.

G'raha Tia

Closer investigation will reveal the sandwich to consist only of plain bread and dry turkey, without even butter. The grapes are overripe and soft. Perhaps the one positive thing that can be said is that at least the bread is not stale. Enjoy.

Later that day, G'raha receives a message from one notarchitect.

Dear G'raha Tia,

My thanks for your gift as well! I must needs confess I realized a little too late that it was likely meant for Emet-Selch alone and not both of us. Nevertheless, I appreciate the gesture!
And if I may offer a suggestion, cranberry sauce is good to help bring out the flavour of the turkey. I have become acquainted with several cafe workers within the city, and they have some interesting insights into the local culinary arts! Should you wish to, I would be only too happy to introduce you. It would be wonderful to have someone to learn along with, as Emet-Selch holds little regard for such studies.

Happy Starlight!

Thanking you again,
Sincerely yours,
Hythlodaeus.

G’raha finds himself staring at the letter for a long moment, wondering just who helps themselves to their friend’s food without even thinking to ask? Other than, apparently, Hythlodaeus. He takes a good long moment considering whether to answer this completely honestly or not, and apologise for the deliberately miserable excuse for a gift, before deciding not to. After all, the gift hadn’t been for him!

And so, Hythlodaeus soon receives a reply from crystarium.

Dear Hythlodaeus,

I must apologise. If I had been aware my gift was to be shared, I might have spared a little more effort. A single sandwich is scarcely an adequate gift for two.

That being said, I thank you for the advice, for I have little expertise in culinary pursuits and would indeed care to learn more. It was a skill I neglected until quite late in life, I fear. I had thought to make a common snack food from my youth, but found myself quite lacking in the necessary skill to make it. Perhaps another time.

Sincerely,
G’raha Tia

He wonders, vaguely, if Emet-Selch will see this letter... and whether or not he would realise he is referring to Sharlayan food. It does have quite a reputation, after all.

[Attached is a screenshot of this message.]

Would you say my love for you is sensible or nonsensical?

[ Hythlodaeus he is RIGHT THERE... ]

What sort of question is that?

And, predictably, Hythlodaeus chooses to answer out loud after tricking Hades into starting a text conversation.

"A logical one? I do wish to know which category you would judge it to be in!"

Why did you even bother starting with a text at all??

Hades frowns at his friend from his spot on the bed. "Then the logical answer is that it is nonsensical," he replies tartly.

Do you really need to ask why he started with a text. Hythlodaeus is completely undeterred by the cold reception, as usual, and instead just sprawls in his armchair further, chin propped on his hand and a smug smile on his lips.

"How cruel, Hades! Do you dislike it, then?"

"...No."

He rolls over on to his side so he doesn't have to look directly at Hythlodaeus, focusing intently on his phone.

He could use the chance to simply send Hades some embarrassing messages or emojis, but sometimes being in the same room has its advantages. So instead Hythlodaeus lifts himself out of the chair quietly, tiptoes to the bed and leans over to give Hades a kiss on the cheek.

He voices a mild complaint, curling in further as his cheeks heat up. "Don't think that is enough for me to approve your ridiculous 'concept', Hythlodaeus."

Oh-ho, so he's still incensed about it. Hythlodaeus grins triumphantly, poking his friend's cheek instead.

"Well, 'tis not as though your input is required for every concept that is submitted. I may very well approve it myself and then simply send you the resultant paperwork."

His lips press together in a thin line. But then he suddenly smirks and rolls over to face his friend.

"Oh dear, I seem to have lost the paperwork. I'm afraid the concept cannot be approved without it."

Hythlodaeus grins, amused (and not a little endeared).

"My, how unlike our diligent Architect! It seems I've naught else but to draft it again, hmm?"

"Why waste paper on such a mundane concept? Surely the chief of my Bureau has more important matters to attend to."

He pokes Hythlodaeus' cheek in turn.

Hythlodaeus chuckles as he lowers himself onto the bed in full, propping his chin up on his hands.

"And what would those be, most eminent Emet-Selch?"

"Making sure my naps are not disturbed. We wouldn't want me performing my duties without being well-rested now, would we?"

He rests his phone face-down on his chest, head lolling to watch Hythlodaeus stretch out beside him.

He laughs, reaching out to ruffle his friend's hair affectionately.

"Worry not, Agesandros, I shall be the most watchful guardian of your dreams!"

...Actually, this gives him an idea. Hythlodaeus hums as he narrows his eyes a little.

"In fact... my magic does allow me to walk in dreams. Would you like me to visit yours from time to time?"

He shoots his friend an annoyed look and cards the strands back into some semblance of order. The question, however, gets a more taciturn reply than he would like to give.

"I would advise against it," he says. "You would only find nightmares."

His expression softens at that. It's not like Hythlodaeus is unaware - he does hear his friend talk and sometimes even cry softly in his sleep, - but that's exactly why he chooses his answer.

"Then mayhap I could dispel them," he murmurs before leaning in to kiss Hades on the cheek. "I cannot have you fulfill your duties without being well-rested, after all."

"Then you would be tired each night," he says quietly. "'Tis enough to have you by my side, 'Daeus. Pray leave my dreams be."

He thinks about the nights he wakes with tears in his eyes, a wordless name upon his lips. The nightmares where he abruptly jolts up from his bed out of breath from fleeing one of the Dooms. Or the times when he dreams of nothing more than a peaceful day at the Bureau, gazing up at Amaurot's graceful spires.

No, these are his sins to bear. He will not trouble Hythlodaeus to see them. He's seen enough.

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Hythlodaeus strokes the side of Hades's face in reply, his touch gentle and affectionate even as his smile grows sadder.

"'Tis mayhap worth a try, nonetheless," he says quietly. "If I can lead you out of troubled dreams into peaceful ones, 'tis more than worth the effort. Or mayhap I could simply walk with you as you fall asleep, steer you away from darker currents. Certainly that would be naught that would exhaust me unduly."

Closing his eyes, he sighs and shifts to face his partner.

"If you insist... I suspect 'twould be more of a headache to keep denying you the chance to try," he says.

Much like the long bread discussion which seems unfairly skewed in his friend's favour.

Even if Hades cannot see it right now, the familiar mischief finds its way back into Hythlodaeus's expression.

"That it would. You know full well there is practically naught you can resist me in... at least for long."

That wording gets his eyebrows climbing.

"Naught I can resist, you say..."

Well, perhaps he can give this small concession to his friend. There is little he wouldn't give for Hythlodaeus' sake.

"I like not the implication that I would submit to your whims, 'Daeus." But he says it with a faint smirk.

This is a more pleasant turn of conversation than dwelling on night terrors, and Hythlodaeus is more than happy to take it right now. There is plenty of comfort to be found in these small everyday things, after all.

He flashes his friend a smug grin.

"I was rather under the impression that you normally do, one way or another. At times I even manage to make you think 'twas your idea in the first place!"

"Hmph. Such impertinence from my very own second."

Shifting upright, he gently pushes Hythlodaeus' shoulder so that he can roll his friend on to their back, whereupon he hovers over them still wearing that little smirk.

"Keep that up and I am afraid I shall have to take disciplinary action against you," he says, idly tracing a finger along his friend's bottom lip.

How utterly unexpected! And it's also not expected by anyone whatsoever that Hythlodaeus happily lets Hades push him on his back, smirking in turn.

"My goodness. And here I thought 'twas a good workplace practice to encourage initiative!"

"Within reason," he retorts. A light pinch to Hythlodaeus' cheek. "I cannot let a such a wilful agent of chaos run unchecked else order would collapse. But how shall I reign in this agent, I wonder..."

He lets the weight of his upper body settle atop his friend's, idly walking his fingers along the other man's throat. Like a lazy cat basking in the warmth of its companion.

Hythlodaeus tries not to grin, but doesn't put too much effort into it. There is... a sense of immense bliss and quiet happiness in this, in simply being together, in saying and doing silly things that are perhaps more befitting a pair of younglings than two of the elite of Amaurot.

He wraps his arms around Hades's back lazily with a satisfied hum, tipping his head back a little. How nefarious of him, indeed, tricking his poor friend into an embrace!

"Ooh, how frightening! But do you not normally threaten me with a censuring?"

Is it really tricking when he goes willingly?

Hades allows a smug smile to show. "Ahh, but censuring would involve the others. No-one else need know about how I plan to try and discipline you."

See, he can do innuendo when he's in the mood!

He certainly can, and that's a rather pleasant surprise for Hythlodaeus, who has to try and keep his excitement out of his grin... though since they are literally lying on top of each other, it shouldn't be too hard for Hades to notice that his heartbeat is picking up.

"Do I get to know about your grand plans? Or is it meant to be a surprise?"

With a thoughtful hum, he dips down and nips lightly at Hythlodaeus' throat.

"A surprise," he decides. "I wouldn't want to grow predictable, nor indulge your whims too much."

He lays his cheek upon his friend's chest next, closing his eyes. "Hmm, a fitting punishment for crimes against bread..." Long, something long. His lips curve as an idea occurs to him.

There's a pleased little noise from Hythlodaeus at that nip to his throat and he laughs, his hands coming to comb and stroke Hades's hair as he lays his head down.

"What will it be? An apprenticeship at a bakery, to teach me the true value of bread?"

"No. Then you would attempt to spread your horrid concept to the masses and I won't have you corrupting their oblivious minds," he says tartly, making himself comfortable on his human pillow. "Mayhap I'll have you do my job for a few moons as penance. See how stressful the work is yourself."

Hythlodaeus, meanwhile, is more than happy to let Hades use him as a pillow. He closes his eyes contentedly before answering.

"But for the work to be stressful I would need a mischievous second, and where would I find one?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure my overbearing need for perfection and constant badgering shall give you even whiter hairs, 'Daeus," he says with a quiet chuckle. "And if it doesn't, why, I suppose I shall simply have to resign and spend the rest of my days in idleness."

Hythlodaeus laughs, then tips his head to press a kiss to Hades's hair.

"I find it curious that your measure of success is bothering me, my dearest friend. Are you not meant to be the reasonable one out of us two?"

"Reasonable, yes. A reasonable man attempting to wrangle his unreasonable friend." He smiles faintly as he says it, lifting his head briefly to kiss Hythlodaeus. "The Bureau would fall down around our ears without me to keep things in order."

The smile fades as he gently cups his lover's cheek. "Everything we achieved we achieved together as a people," he says softly. "Why did I ever think I could save them on my own...?"

He swallows past the sudden lump in his throat and drops his head to Hythlodaeus' chest, eyes hot with unshed tears.

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Hythlodaeus breathes out a slightly shaky sigh as he wraps his arms around Hades tighter, stroking his friend and lover's hair in an attempt to soothe him.

"...Did you truly have any other choice, Hades? I've... given thought to it. Our people... we do not know how to cope with such losses. We've never had to. We were never meant to. Mortals walk alongside death - painful, violent, pointless death, - from the very moment they are born. Yet even they, so much more used to it, cannot stand it for long. What, then, could be asked of you? Of one of us? Each one of our people would gladly give themselves to ensure happiness of others. Was that not what you were trying to do?"

"It was," he agrees quietly. And there he falls mute, shaking, crying silently into his friend's shirt. All he had wanted was a return to those peaceful, idyllic times.

It doesn't take as long this time for him to pull himself together. He clutches Hythlodaeus a little more securely, curling up.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I'm sorry. Whatever choice I make here, I condemn a world. Forgive me for this selfish desire to see you live, 'Daeus..."

Once more, and all the more keenly these days, Hythlodaeus feels that thin despair of being unable to reach out for his friend's soul, not truly. It had gone from annoyance to frustration to now panic at the realization that that part of his world is gone, truly gone, much like his Sight.

To make up for it he gently runs his hands down Hades's back in slow, affectionate motions, even as tears well up in his own eyes.

"...A fool you are and a fool you've always been, Hades," he whispers hoarsely. "How could I blame you when I wish for the same for you? To see you happy and safe once more, to know that you never need bear this burden again? If only I could--"

Hythlodaeus breaks off as a sob squeezes his chest. He clings to Hades, fingers digging into his clothes, as though he fears his friend would disappear were he to let go.

"Do you truly think you make that choice alone? If you would put blame upon yourself for this, then I share it in full! Were my life enough to change the fate of our world, I would have given it without a single thought! But we are forced to choose, and how are we meant to choose to let our people die?"

It's not like him, maybe, but a breaking point comes for everyone, sooner or later. Hythlodaeus has to bring up a hand to his face, covering his eyes and biting at his lip as burning tears stream down his cheeks.

"Why is it us who must perish?.."

Hearing Hythlodaeus break down is heartbreaking. He holds his friend and lover more tightly, biting his lip. He has not gotten much better at offering comfort over the years though he knows the motions.

"I don't know," he says numbly. "I don't know..."

'It's unfair!' everyone cries at him when it is their turn to go. 'Unfair?' he wants to scream back at them. Unfair? Theirs was the first people. Theirs had been as close to an idyllic paradise as one could achieve. Did the mortal races not long for peace? For harmony? For mutual understanding and cooperation? Their people had all that and it had been taken away.

What god or gods had they offended to deserve their fate?

"...I don't want to die," he whispers, tears welling once more in his eyes.

Hythlodaeus only holds him tightly, tightly in response, chest shuddering with quiet sobs.

"I won't let you," he whispers in reply. "I won't let you. I can't--I cannot lose you, Hades, I can't... I can't lose everyone..."

Once again the fear of solitude grips his heart; to be left so alone, as alone as Hades and Lahabrea and Elidibus had been... it's more than Hythlodaeus can stand, and the mere thought makes him want to scream. He tries to find comfort in holding his friend close, in the warmth of his skin and the beating of his heart, but--it's not enough. All too keenly he feels the need for that feeling of unity, the comfort and safety of being able to join their souls brought. Not even becoming one, but simply... being with each other.

"...I miss you," Hythlodaeus whispers, nuzzling into his friend's hair. "I miss you so much, Hades..."

He cries and cries until he can cry no more. Centuries, millennia of unshed tears pouring forth on his friend's shoulder. And when they finally begin to cease, he leans heavily against Hythlodaeus trying not to sniffle too loudly. Isn't HE supposed to be the composed one?

But he's been acting like the pieces are all there for so long that a simple tap is enough to shatter him.

"Just one world," he whispers. "One world where it doesn't end. Where we can live forever, watching over our beloved star."

Cupping Hythlodaeus' face, he kisses the other man softly, sweetly. "I'm here," he says hoarsely. "I'm here..."

Perhaps the only upside to this is finally being able to give Hades a space to cry - something sorely needed yet unreachable because his friend would not let himself be vulnerable. Hythlodaeus holds him close as he cries, stroking his hair, whispering soft reassurances through his own tears.

Just one world where it doesn't end... and Hythlodaeus finds himself thinking that maybe there is no need for such lofty goals as stewardship of their star. Just one world where they can just... be, live alongside their people, in peace and harmony and love, without the constant pain and fear that accompanies the life of mortals.

He kisses back just as sweetly, letting himself feel the warmth of Hades's lips on his. Please, he prays to whatever gods might be listening, please let them never have to lose each other. Let them finish their journey here, save their star, and go home. Together.

"I love you," he murmurs, pulling his friend close to rest their foreheads together. "I love you so... With all my heart, with all I have. I'll... I'll bring you home, Hades."

He smiles sadly. He does not have it in him to disabuse Hythlodaeus of his desire. So instead he kisses his friend one more time and twines their fingers together.

"I would like that," he says quietly. What an even bigger fool he is for loving a fool of a man. "In the meantime, would you remind me of all that I have forgotten? Of our peaceful days together?"

Hythlodaeus smiles through the tears, squeezes Hades's hand gently. If only they never needed to be parted again...

"Of course I will. Anything and everything that you want, Hades. Perhaps if I can create a memory crystal of my own, I'll be able to help you relive it once more..."

"I can fashion the vessel for you," he says. "I can do that much at least. A combination of our magicks...as we once did before."

That surely isn't out of the realm of possibility here. Everything he has read thus far leads him to believe it is. Finally shifting his weight of Hythlodaeus, he settles beside his friend and buries his face against their chest.

"I suppose after the culinary exploits I have seen, cutting bread lengthwise isn't the worst crime in the world..."

( continued from here )

[ Sometime after noon, Emet-Selch waits at his second-favourite cafe for the other man to show. He has little idea who to expect, save that they know of his world and of Garleans and come from a place of advanced technology. The table he chooses is one that is outside, allowing him to quietly observe passers-by as he sips his coffee. ]

[A few minutes before the chosen time, Shiro arrives at the cafe, tall and muscular, with a straight back and purposeful step. All in black with the occasional trim in grey, he's simply but neatly turned out.
Not a hair on all that black. It's not hard to spot the pinned up right sleeve of his turtleneck, or the golden lung dragon draped over Shiro's shoulders.]

[He approaches a waitress, politely waiting until she has a free moment to get her attention and speak softly to her with a smile. She gives him a smile in return and points out Emet-Selch's table.
He tanks her and winds his way through to stand near one of the chairs.]

Mr. Emet-Selch? I'm Shiro. We spoke on the network. [He offers his left hand - hyur - to clasp.
There's no overt hostility, anyway... ]

[ Noticing the man approaching his table purposefully, he gets to his feet. There's a brief glance at Shiro's right-hand side before he likewise extends his left hand to shake it. There's no judgement or anything other than idle curiosity and he's polite enough not to linger on it. ]

There is no need for that 'mister'. 'Emet-Selch' is fine.

[ Waving for Shiro to sit, he takes a seat once more and regards them a bit more closely. They walk like one used to discipline. A military man...? ]

Order a drink if you like. Be at ease.

[Shiro settles himself in a chair as well, leaning back with a continuing air of potential energy about him. He's chosen one where he has no other chairs behind him - one where he can see bot Emet and the street. When a waitress stops by he asks for coffee and politely declines her offer of condiments for it.]

This is a nice place - thanks for introducing me to it. I'll have to see if some of my friends have visited before. Do you have a favorite order yet?

I find they have very good cakes, if you like such things.

[ He doesn't like sweets normally but his friend has been encouraging him to try many new things recently. ]

I didn't think I would meet another who had been pulled into another world as we have been here.

[Shiro arches a thick brow. Interesting.]

You mean before this? Yeah. That was the task of the last place I was in - go out from a between space into other worlds for a limited time and then return to the liminal space. You?

I found myself in a city where one was...encouraged to fornicate thrice a moon, in order to research negative emotion.

[ A casual sip of his coffee. ]

Of course, they did not tell us aught of how the experiment was progressing. I suppose that silence in and of itself was quite telling of how genuine their research was.

[Shiro blinks. Then blinks again, a dull red beginning to darken his ears. His voice is flat, falling like a brick.]

They what.

[He's almost not sure if he should believe this man. He might be bluffing just to get a reaction.
But it doesn't really matter. Shiro's hand clenches in his lap.]

What was the name of the city. Do you know what world it's on?

[ Sadly, not the sort of thing Emet-Selch jokes about. ]

Duplicity. I'm afraid I couldn't tell you where it was. Certainly no world that I have ever heard of. The people were divided into 'Dominants' and 'Submissives'. You can imagine the sort of hierarchy that breeds.

[ No pun intended. ]

[A deep frown pulls Shiro's brows together and he makes a motion like he wants to cross his arms, but stops and shakes his head instead.]

I'm not familiar with it. [Dammit.]

[The suppressed fury melts into worry, and his eyes track his flying thoughts rather than what's in front of him for a moment.]

Felih... Which did he get stuck with? His past...

[He cuts himself off, afraid of giving out information Felih wants kept secret, even by implication.]

There are so many ways that could go.

[ Emet-Selch's eyebrows lift in surprise but he is careful to keep aught else out of his expression. ]

He was a Submissive. I was a Dominant. When I first met him, he looked content and well-cared for and I saw no reason for that to change when he came into my care. You know of Felih?

[Well that explains a few things... There's some relief that Felih might have been content and taken care of, at least, but it still rings strange that Felih would trust this man so much.]

I do.

[The admission is quiet. Not begrudging, but soft. He worries so fiercely about Felih. The world - worlds - have been so cruel to him. And if he doesn't remember, doesn't have the same feelings for Shiro as he did before, the least Shiro can do is make sure he's safe and happy and loved.]

We were close... in another universe. He's one of the kindest, fiercest, most loving people I have ever met. And he hides when he's hurting. Turns it into caring for others and ignoring himself.

How long have you been partners?

[ How strange that this man whom he knows nothing of should also somehow know of Felih. Felih had never mentioned another world besides Duplicity or their own. Another timeline perhaps...? ]

Hmm, well, let's see...

[ He sits back in his chair, fingers steepled before him and eyes closed as he counts. Time means less to an immortal soul like him. It's easy to lose track of the months and years. ]

The first snow had begun to fall when we first signed a contract together. The last day I remember in that city was unbearably warm. Six moons, I believe? In addition to the time we've been here.

[ He raises a finger, eyes open once more. ] Almost a turn of the year.

[That's... huh. Shiro blinks, trying to take that in. Only a year? Obviously under very different circumstances and forced to make sure there's sex, so that could have the potential to make Felih happy rather quickly, but. That's still an awfully short time.]

[Shiro shoves a pang of anxiety away. It's been a year since they got together, not since they met. Regardless, what business is it of yours, Shirogane?]

Huh. Congratulations. What are you getting him for your anniversary?

[ Emet-Selch stares at Shiro blankly. For their...anniversary? Wait, this is like the Starlight gifts all over again. It hadn't occurred to him at all that he should be preparing something to celebrate a year of being together. ]

Ah... I hadn't given it any thought. Do you always give one another gifts after merely a year together?

[Shiro stares in momentary disbelief. Seriously?]

It's pretty common, yeah. Once a year, on the anniversary of your becoming a committed couple, you set aside the day for the two of you to relax and have fun and focus on one another. What you mean to each other. How you've grown together. Gifts are usually a part of that.

...Are you committed to each other?

[They were, right? He's pretty sure there had been talk of Mates. Was that from Felih, or this guy? He can't remember, but he's pretty sure that even if they're in an open relationship, Mates is a deeper connection with someone you want to stay with for the rest of your life.]

[ A mix of expressions flit over his face. Consternation, annoyance, resignation - culminating in a frown as he stares at the table. It's too damn hard to think of a gift every turn of the sun for someone. Doesn't one run out of ideas after a few years? ]

I suppose we are, [ he mutters. His interlaced fingers hang loosely over his lap, elbows propped by the arms of his chair. ] But I know he has other lovers. It is impossible for one person to satisfy his desires.

So long as you're both okay with that, then that's not a problem to a committed relationship.

[That's not an excuse, mister.]

You know, it doesn't have to be something big. A bouquet of flowers and a piece of jewelry is really common on Earth. Since Felih likes gold and red, why not get him a necklace or a ring with a red gemstone in it? Dance with him at home.

[It's really not that hard, sir. Shiro's keeping his face and tone fairly bland, but man.
This guy's irritated by the idea of having to give his mate something once a year?]

I already have. For Valentione's.

[ The agitation must look bad to an outsider but Emet-Selch isn't thinking about how he should mask this before a stranger. Would it really be so terrible if he didn't do something for their anniversary each year? Surely acknowledging it is enough. ]

And I danced with him on his nameday, [ he mutters to himself, hunching over one arm of the chair as he props his chin in his hand, thinking hard. ] Do I have to do this three times a year...?

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[Shiro sits back, sipping his drink, eyebrows raised slightly.]

I guess it depends. How much do you care for him over your convenience? It's not like you have to do something different every year. You can make a tradition, repeating it every year. Felih adores dancing - he's hardly going to complain if you dance with him three times a year.

[ His brow furrows more deeply and he glances at Shiro. ]

Don't you mortals prefer something new every year? Felih, especially, would surely grow tired of dancing eventually.

[Shiro watches him evenly across the table. Mortals, huh? Mm. Don't like that much. The last immortals he met were either: Cain, personifications of concepts with no human morals, or similarly moral-less essences of magic who wished to order universes according to their whims. This doesn't bode particularly well.]

That depends on the person. It's often nice to receive something different to break up the routine, or to show that your partner is paying attention to your wants and needs, but if it has become tradition to do a particular thing on a particular day, then we mortals- [There's a slight stress on the word.] -often look forward to that particular day for those specific gifts or outings.

Also, I think you deeply underestimate how much Felih loves to dance.

[ He falls into another troubled silence. They do like their yearly celebrations. He's participated in many - never directly but in the background, allowing himself to forget that the world is fractured, broken, for one brief night.

A bout of homesickness takes him and he seems to sag into his chair with yet another, small sigh. ]

He does like dancing. And singing. [ And dressing in fine clothes and jewellery to cover the scars of his childhood. ] I will see what I can do.

[Shiro's head tips a little as he watches Emet-Selch's rumination from across the table. He could leave well enough alone, since he's at least secured a half-promise. ...no, this is too odd. His tone softens.]

Can you tell me what's bothering you about the idea?

[ His gaze flicks to the other man and then away. He debates sitting up but...he doesn't want to muster the energy.

He doubts this stranger will understand. But at least they may not judge him with bias...? ]

I have lived for a very long time. I do not count the years passing as you or Felih do. Five - even ten - can pass before I notice. I don't even remember Felih's nameday though I know we celebrated it sometime during the spring.

Emet-Selch.

If you have some time, I would like to meet with you.
We have much to discuss.

Do we now? Consider my curiosity piqued.

I have nothing but time on my hands these days. Name a time and a place.

[ Same, she thinks, although she refrains from saying as much. ]

I am currently out near the bridge where we first met. It is quite a distance from the city proper, so perhaps we could meet this evening? There is quite a pleasant little bakery near the residential hotel.

Very well. And how sombre must I be for this meeting? Heavy enough to need to dose myself with coffee before meet?

[ It sounds facetious, but he honestly might need it. ]

[ Dose himself with coffee, huh? It does indeed sound facetious, and yet it's a suggestion that makes perfect sense, especially given what she has finally decided to tell him. ]

That might be wise, yes. Although I will also treat you to a coffee once we meet.

I will begin making my way back to the city.

I shall be waiting.

[ True to his word, he can be found taking his ease at the bakery she had mentioned. He slowly sips at a coffee while he waits for her, reading a book. ]

[ And true to hers, she isn't far behind, arriving with an even more somber expression than normal - and hers is unaided by coffee. Since Ryne's disappearance, the other girl is practically all she's thought about, and the tired misery of it all may show in her face to someone as good at seeing through people as she's noticed he seems to be. Still, she tries a small smile on for size as she sits, her pocket-sized Voidwalker flitting around her in an evident display of the anxiety she's feeling. ]

Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

[ To her admittedly-lacking memory, she's never been particularly good with small-talk, and she's even less good with secrets or appropriate build-up to their reveal. It's for that reason, perhaps, that her next statement comes seemingly out of nowhere: ]

You said when we met that I seemed familiar to you.

[ When she arrives, he looks up and sets his mug down with a soft clink, shuts his book and leaves it aside. She looks quite miserable. Come to think of it, she had been close with the Oracle, hadn't she...? ]

I did. Are you finally going to sate my curiosity then?

[ From her manner alone, he has a feeling he knows what she's going to tell him. But he wants to hear it directly from her lips. ]

[ She nods, a brief tilt of her head acknowledging and answering his question. Why she's been hesitant for so long, she's not exactly sure... Perhaps it was vulnerability, or perhaps fear of becoming once more who she once was. After all, under Artemis's influence, it had been so easy...

But Ryne is gone, and if she has any hope of getting back home to their frozen world, any hope of saving her - and everyone else - then... well, she supposes that Urianger would say that any knowledge she can obtain would serve to aid her. And in some ways, Emet-Selch quite possibly knows her better than she knows herself.

Gaia squares her shoulders, lifts her chin, angling her gaze right at his own. ]

I told you that my memories of my life are largely gone, did I not? In fact, "Gaia" is not even truthfully the name I was given upon my birth, although I have chosen to carry it forward. It was given to me by an old friend in an effort to remind me of another life that I no longer remember.

[ And here, her gaze falters, just for a moment, a drop of her eyes, an unhappy twitch of her lips before a deep breath brings her back. ]

Gaia was also my name in that life. Although most knew me only by the title of the seat I held: that of Logrif.

[ He's quiet in the wake of her confession, staring at her as though he can still see through the mortal shell she wears and straight to her very soul. He can't any more of course, but he can remember the colour of her soul so clearly. After all, he's the one who picks out his brethren so that they may be raised to their seat again. It has not been so long that he's forgotten how she and Mitron met their previous ends.

Eventually he drops his gaze to the hands folded in his lap, fingers tracing idle whorls across skin. ]

Loghrif... [ he murmurs. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh. ] To think that Mitron yet remained self-aware enough to call to you despite their transformation. Truly, a love which knows no equal.

[ It takes all of Gaia's willpower not to drop her gaze once more when Emet-Selch's eyes focus on her with such intent. ]

In spite of everything we went through, A- Mitron found me. [ It's a strange correction, a beat into the other's name too late, for all intents and purposes unneeded... and yet there's a strange urge to guard it for her own. Despite that, though, the elder's comment is met with a dismissive shrug—

—Or perhaps that's just another way of protecting her feelings and thoughts. ]

We made a promise, that's all. To find each other.

[ There's still a lot for her to unravel there. ]

At any rate, I think you'll find that also answers your question as to why I am called the Oracle of Darkness. [ Although admittedly she has no reason to believe that Urianger knew the truth of her identity when he named her as such. ] Mitron said that my true power is still a part of me... only that I've forgotten how to use it.

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Ah, yes, the only woman in all of Norvrandt blessed with the power of Darkness! She surely must be the Oracle of Light's counterpart.

[ Waving a hand before she can interject, he gives a shorter sigh. ] You have the same latent potential as all the sundered shards of Ascians do. You were, after all, a paragon even amongst our people. It stands to reason you possess power enough to put other fragments to shame.

[ Lifting his head, he smiles thinly. ]

You could never hope to rival me of course. Not in your current state. Did Mitron tell you aught of what you can do with your power?

[ There's a moment after he speaks, sarcasm practically dripping off his words, that Gaia bristles, and for a moment nearly protests. Whatever the reason for her powers, in the end the belief that she and Ryne fit together served them both well, didn't it? Even after the others departed, they were able to bring balance back to the Empty, and...

She shakes her head. This isn't the time or place for it.
(Nor is it the time or place to point out that of the two of them, here, her dark powers at least still exist, even if they're in something of a different form.) ]

I'm afraid that there wasn't really time for it. Mitron used Eden's powers to force my past self to awaken, but... [ Explaining that she resisted it? For a mortal existence? She's not sure the Architect (and where did that knowledge come from?) would understand. ]

I suppose it's quite a long story. But Mitron's gone, now. Free to be reborn, as I was.

...Well.

[ He looks away, towards the street. How should he feel in this situation? ]

I suppose I should at least thank you for sending him on. If he was conscious all that time, I can't imagine he enjoyed the solitude.

[ And solitude is something he understands very well, doesn't he? He wouldn't wish that fate on anyone, least of all Mitron. ]

...So, Loghrif - or Gaia, as I suppose you must prefer, considering how you tried to hide from me when we first met - what do you want? Further lessons in controlling the Dark? For me to reminisce over what I know of you and Mitron?

[ There's an aloofness to his manner now, as though he couldn't care less what she says. He watches and waits for her response with an impassive expression. ]

Having nagged his friend into doing an open advertisement, Hythlodaeus of course spent the next few hours glued to the screen, going through the reactions gleefully. Unfortunately, one particular conversation did not go quite as planned...

He'd started giving Hades concerned glances even early on, but the argument did not seem to abate at all until that seething remark from Darin, leaving the two Ancients in bitter, stunned silence. To think that a mere hour ago there had been such sense of peace and comfort in their new home...

But it is once again the nature of their people to stand together. If Hades would break off the conversation, too pained to go on, Hythlodaeus is more than happy to pick it up - and perhaps even persuade Darin otherwise. But first things first.

"Hades."

He stands up, crossing the room to unabashedly wrap his arms around his friend, pulling him into a hug. He imagines Hades needs it right now; a reminder of gentleness.

It all comes crashing back again: the reminder of how different the world is now compared to the world as it was then. He knows how hypocritical it is of him to argue against war when he had spent the better part of his life facilitating exactly that. But isn't it the case that those who fight such battles understand the cruelty, the heartbreak, the pain it can cause? Is he truly the only one who wants it all to stop?

He's close to breaking. Venting his frustration with Irhya had helped, but unless the root cause is excised, he'll simply be reminded time and again of how out of place he is.

Hythlodaeus stands, catching his attention. He stiffens briefly as his friend's arms wrap about his shoulders. But moments later tears well and a deluge of emotion rises, choking his words in his throat. He turns his face against their shoulder and cries.

Hythlodaeus only hugs him tighter, shifting his own position for them both to be more comfortable as he gently strokes through Hades's hair, murmuring simple words of comfort. After all, that feeling of not belonging, of being out of place, at times even mocked or insulted for their views - it is one the two of them can only truly share with one another.

And it is sad, Hythlodaeus thinks, that mortals suffer so much that they would reject the idea of working together towards peace so violently and look for an evil side to unity and cooperation. As though they believe it to be impossible so firmly they refuse to entertain the idea, lest it hurt too much if - or perhaps when - it fails.

Gently, he presses a kiss to the top of Hades's head, soothing as he can be.

"...You are not in the wrong, Hades. I wish they could truly understand what you mean."

"What if I am?" he murmurs numbly. "What if I have been wrong this entire time? I lost, didn't I, 'Daeus? I lost, in the end..."

He closes his eyes. A shudder runs through him but the hand stroking his hair? If he blocks out the unfamiliar scent of the furniture, the foreign dust in the air, he could believe them home.

"Were we missing something that the mortal races possess...?"

Something in Hythlodaeus's chest tightens at those words, and in return he holds Hades tighter as well. No, no, that can't be right. He does not want to think that their people, that their way of life is wrong, that they somehow deserved the Final Days.

"...Even if we do, violence and hatred towards one another is not it."

He clings to that assertion. Yes... Yes, Hythlodaeus is right. Whatever they may lack, a propensity for violence and hate is not what their people needed. He cannot begin to imagine how quickly their star would have died if they had turned their magicks upon one another.

Eventually his crying settles into embarrassing wet sniffles. He tries not to dirty his friend's shirt but crying is a messy affair by nature.

"I hope you never see war, 'Daeus," he mumbles. "'Tis like reliving the Final Days over and over, but the monsters are the very people themselves."

Hythlodaeus stays quiet for a time, simply holding his friend, paying no mind to the state of his shirt - clothes can always be laundered, after all. He tries to imagine war as Hades speaks of it, but his mind balks at the thought. He's seen some fights and scuffles in his time here, he's seen Hades fight and kill, even, and none of these things have filled him with anything other than terror and disbelief. Thinking of a situation where such fighting spreads everywhere... it is more than he can handle.

"They... cannot be so foolish here, can they?" he murmurs, still lost in his inner vision of death and destruction. "To simply decide to go to war..."

Silence answers Hythlodaeus' query. They can and are, he thinks. They'll do anything to protect their own. They'll take lives and call it righteous. He knows: he's spurred mortals from all walks of life into battle. He has spoken with many more and heard why they fight.

Sitting up, he reaches for his friend's cheek and gently turns their face towards his so he can kiss them.

"If they do decide to go to war," he murmurs back, "promise me you will stay out of it. Once it begins, only victory or defeat will see the bloodshed end. Don't waste your kindness trying to sway them from it."

The silence is more than telling enough, and Hythlodaeus feels his stomach sink. That... can't be true. It cannot be. He believes it so strongly; how can it be otherwise? How can people truly simply decide to slaughter one another?

The kiss at least serves to distract Hythlodaeus slightly from the grim thoughts, a small measure of comfort. He kisses back gently, his fingers stroking through the hair at Hades's temples.

"...Would you take part in it?"

He hesitates. He can well remember the horror in Hythlodaeus' eyes that night on the beach, when he stood amongst a heap of corpses dead by his hand.

"If I did, it would be to try and stop both sides." Hades kisses his friend again. Then pulls away briefly to reach for an item in his pocket.

"Now that we have a place of our own, I think it is time I gave you this."

It's a small, velvet box. Inside is a copy of the earring he wears, made by Felih several moons ago.

Hythlodaeus opens his mouth to respond, but the sudden transition of topic distracts him. What could Hades have for him?..

He takes the box carefully, gently opens the lid... and it takes him a few moments to understand what he's seeing, and what the significance may be. Almost without thinking, Hythlodaeus touches his ink tattoo in the shape of the gwiber - another little connection between the two of them, the counterpart to Hades's firebird. And it's not a bad imagery right now, because Hythlodaeus certainly feels his cheeks grow hotter as a blush creeps along them.

"Hades--do I dare assume?"

He unconsciously touches his own arm where the pseudo-living firebird was originally inked. His cheeks feel like they're burning.

"I know such things were considered extravagant in our time. But if you would accept it..." He swallows, tongue suddenly feeling thick and heavy. "I would be honoured."

I would be honoured... Hythlodaeus can't help smiling to himself warmly at those words. It is so much like his friend to resort to such... almost official language; it is something he would call shyness in Hades, and a description that his friend would certainly deny.

Still smiling, he takes out the earring delicately, brings it up for inspection - depending on the design Felih went for, he might have to get an ear pierced.

"Come now, Hades. Would you not say that extravagance fits me perfectly?"

And if he is completely honest, this, too, is a deflection of sorts on Hythlodaeus's part, as his mind slowly works over the enormity of what they are agreeing to. There is no fear in him whatsoever, of course, but still - up until now his thoughts of an eternal bond have been simply thoughts and fantasies, the sort that one accepts would not come true and makes peace with it.

Being a considerate soul, Felih had surely noticed Hythlodaeus did not have pierced ears. Unlike Hades' own, this one clips on.

His heart beats fast in his chest. He's almost certain that his friend will accept it. He has felt the depth of their love for him and their unequivocal acceptance of all that he is even now. But it is an enormous step to take - an eternal bond is not lightly named thus.

"You say that yet you still walk out there with your mask and robes," he jokes weakly. Reaching over, he grasps one of Hythlodaeus' hands. "I know it is a superfluous token when we have already shared so much but I love you, 'Daeus. If Azem is the sun then you are the moon, and I am the stars which embrace you both. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, however few or many they may be. And if need be I-- I would give my life for you."

The words make Hythlodaeus's breath catch in his throat, heart beating maddeningly fast. This... This is real. A part of him wishes that they could have done this more... right, with flowers and poetry and entwining of souls and certainty in their future. But this world is cruel in so many more ways than one.

Hythlodaeus gently entwines his fingers with his friend's, lowering the box with the earring to his lap so he can raise the other hand to cup Hades's face and draw him into a kiss, soft and tender.

"And I love you full in kind, Agesandros," he murmurs after pulling away, a happy smile on his face - almost shy in a way, and all the more genuine for that. "Of course I accept. You are indeed the stars of my life - such meaning and comfort you give to my own existence. How could I be without you?"

He rests his forehead against Hades's, his smile growing a little sadder, his voice more desperate.

"So... please, Hades. No more sacrifice. Let us not trade our lives away - for one another we must live and grow, create and love. That is what I would charge you with."

His lips part but he finds his response sticking in his throat.

He can't promise. He can't promise not to sacrifice himself for Hythlodaeus. He would do it in a heartbeat, and he would even destroy this entire world if it meant keeping his lover safe.

His oath of service won't allow him to lie. So instead he settles for conditional acceptance:

"I will try."

This kind of deflection does not entirely escape Hythlodaeus, and with a heavy heart he cannot help but think that his friend has spent much too long in the mortal world, tormented by loneliness and guilt. After all, is it not such a mortal notion, for your life to be the most important thing that you can give someone? But they think about it in the wrong way - what they wish to gift is their own death. To give a life is to walk together, to care for one another through highs and lows.

A part of him wonders if he can even convince Hades not to go through with something like this. Perhaps all he can do is pray that such a thing never comes to pass.

Nevertheless, there is selfishness in love, and so Hythlodaeus wraps his arms around his friend - his bonded, now, - pulling him into a hug.

"Pray do not leave me alone, Hades."

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, his own arms slipping around Hythlodaeus' waist. Perhaps he has lived too long amongst mortals. But he can't help but think that this body will someday age and wither, and Hythlodaeus will be alone whether he wishes it or not.

"I won't," he says, voice muffled by his partner's robe. "I won't leave you alone, 'Daeus. I will always be with you."

It's easier to say because it's true. In life or in death, his soul is bound to theirs. They two know this better than most.

Those words fill Hythlodaeus's heart with a bittersweet sadness. They have a long and arduous road ahead of them, but what may turn out to be even harder to face is what lies at the end of it. For a few moments he allows himself to simply enjoy Hades's presence, the warmth of his body, his faint heartbeat that he can feel through their clothes. But today is a day for confessions and revelations, and so...

"Mayhap when our work here is done, and our powers returned to us... I would bring your soul home, Hades. And guide you to your rest, should you wish it."

His breath catches. He grips Hythlodaeus' robes tightly, feeling heat rise to his eyes once more.

"Please," he whispers. "There is nothing left for me in my time. I would look upon our city at least one last time if I can."

To see a city of life rather than a city of wraiths. He is so homesick he can hardly bear it.

"I wish I had known how you felt back then. We could have had so much more time..."

Hythlodaeus's own breathing is a little uneven as well as he tries to keep himself from crying, too. The idea of letting Hades return to his time, to the sundered world, to the solitude and despair of it... it does not bear thinking about.

"Worry not, Hades. Have you not already charged me with being more open with your past self?"

"Yes..." He nuzzles into his friend's shoulder as he draws a shuddering breath. "I do worry that I will interpret it as a bad jest, but you are nothing if not persistent. I have faith in you, 'Daeus."

It's nice being held like this. Having shed many tears already, these fresh ones now soon cease. Unlike before, he has the assurance of someone who will stand by him and draw him back should he stray too far. It will be fine. They will be fine.

"...Thank you," he murmurs. "I-- I promise to live. At least until we can return home. I won't throw my life away needlessly."

Hythlodaeus strokes through his friend's hair softly, letting him dry his tears, but that last remark doesn't escape his notice. Until they return home...

"What would you do once we return, Hades?.."

"I..."

He trails off, realising he hasn't given it much thought yet. He wants to see Amaurot, yes, and then he had thought Hythlodaeus would help him to his final rest.

Is that really all he wishes for?

Playing with the ends of his friend's long hair, his brow furrows as he mulls the question over. "I don't know," he confesses eventually. "I thought that you would send me on once I was done gazing upon our home. You have all of eternity to spend with my past self - the Hades you're familiar with. You do not need us both."

Perhaps in another context he might have made a joke or two about having two Hadeses in his life, but once again Hythlodaeus only feels a pang of sadness. "Need"? That, too, is such a... mortal view, that people can be not needed - as though it's possible to measure one's worth like that.

"Hades... Each life is precious and needed, as you know full well. Pray do not be so quick to dismiss yourself.

And 'tis not only as a lover that I care for you, lest you decide to corner yourself into some manner of romantic rivalry with your younger self. You are my friend and someone who has toiled for twelve millennia for me and all of our brethren. Your existence is worth more than merely my romantic feelings for you."

He can envision all too easily how he may grow jealous of his past self. His nose wrinkles but he offers no objection. In truth, he's forgotten how he used to believe all lives worth equal value. Hythlodaeus' reminder almost shames him.

He should know better. He's no longer under Zodiark's sway, and hasn't he acknowledged that the star belongs to the mortal races now?

But-- "I'm so tired though, 'Daeus," he murmurs. "'Tis a trial simply to wake up each morning. Living feels like a burden - one that your presence alleviates, but still a burden. What purpose would my life have in a city which has only ever known peace...?"

He's quiet for a short while, contemplating with both fear and sadness the thought of life feeling like a burden. But with all that his friend has seen, done, been through... it is not a surprise in the least.

"Yet is it not the strife of the mortal world that tires you out so? 'Twould be a time of recovery for you, Hades."

Would it...?

It's his turn to be silent for a time. "I'm worried that I will no longer fit in amongst our people. That peace will not suit me after waging war for so many centuries."

He sits up suddenly, a spark of an idea lighting his eyes. "I could travel the way Azem once did. Perhaps that would soothe my restlessness. But..."

He doesn't want to be parted from Hythlodaeus.

Seeing Hades brighten up like that warms Hythlodaeus's heart as well. He smiles, once again combing his fingers through his friend's hair.

"Then why not travel together with Azem? The wisdom you've gained over all these years would serve you well there, too."

"Assuming Azem accepts me..."

His memories of them have grown faded over the years. Some things are clear whilst others tickle the edge of his mind. He doesn't think they'll reject him. He hopes they won't.

"But I would miss you, my friend. My home ever remains Amaurot, and my heart to you."

"If there is one person you needn't worry about accepting you, 'tis our Azem. 'Twas not for naught they were chosen to be the one to unite us all."

Hythlodaeus smiles, his cheeks a little pink at Hades's proclamation of affection - something he never truly expected to hear, really. Gently, he takes one of his friend's hands, raising it to his lips to press a soft kiss to the backs of his fingers.

"...And mine, to you. But 'tis not as though you would be away for that long at a time. Or is it having me for a travel companion that you long for?"

He presses his lips together and glances aside, clearly embarrassed. He doesn't tug his hand away though. "I enjoy our dates. I enjoy the places you discover that somehow elude me. The eateries, the galleries - you have a way with people that I lack. You and Azem both.

"But I would not take you away from my past self, who would miss you if you travelled the world with us. He needs you, 'Daeus. He needs someone to stop him from spending all day in his office. He needs someone to remind him that responsibility is not a shackle." Lifting his other hand, he caresses Hythlodaeus' cheek. "Just promise you will be home when I return, yes?"

It fills Hythlodaeus's heart with such warmth to contemplate a future like that - not only saving their world, but finding a place for Hades in it as well, a way for him to belong and be happy once more. It's enough to make tears rise to his eyes again, but accompanied by a smile this time as he tips his head into that caress.

"Of course, Agesandros. You would always have me to return to. And... while I look after your younger self, mayhap you could wrangle Azem. Though with your newfound freedom of character I do wonder whether you would keep them in check or simply help them be even more efficient in bending the rules for their adventures."

Just imagine: poor young Hades on one side and the likely unholy combination of his much older self, Hythlodaeus and Azem on the other.

"I am duty-bound to side with myself," he informs his friend tartly. "I'll be sure to reign in Azem's activities where possible. Although I must confess... I do understand the reasons behind their actions better than I did before."

Leaning in, he kisses Hythlodaeus chastely. His heart flutters now with something that feels dangerously like hope. "Are you sure you can handle us both though, 'Daeus?" he asks slyly. "Sometimes you seem at a loss as to how to counter my wit."

Hythlodaeus closes his eyes briefly, smiling into that kiss, but that smile grows into a smirk in response to Hades's question.

"Do I, now? I would say that I still hold the upper hand in our little... rivalry, let us call it that. Though I shall admit you did get better."

"Hmph." He smirks as well, although it soon softens into a fonder smile. He leans a little more into his newly bonded, lacing their fingers together.

"When you cornered me in the bathroom the first night we spent together," he says softly, "you asked if I preferred to be led. I've grown accustomed to leading other men and women, but I think in matters of intimacy I do like surrendering control to a lover whom I trust. I can be myself around you, 'Daeus. I can let the mask fall away."

Though the slight change of topic is not entirely unexpected, Hythlodaeus is still taken aback by it. His face slowly grows redder as the full implications of what Hades says sink in, but he can't help the giddy smile rising to his lips as well. Perhaps if it had been just about the pleasures of the flesh Hythlodaeus would have found some space in which to simply flirt back or laugh the fluster away, but such a level of trust as Hades speaks of goes much farther.

Gently, Hythlodaeus raises a hand to cup his bonded's cheek, draw him into a kiss - not deep, but very affectionate, lips working softly against Hades's.

"Then you can leave it to me to lead you," he murmurs once they part, his thumb stroking Hades's cheek. "I can but imagine how much you must need it now, after so many centuries of having to be in control."

The kiss fills his cheeks (and admittedly, other parts of him) with warmth. His eyes flutter shut as their lips meet, and a wistful sigh escapes him when they inevitably part. There's nothing but pure, abject love as he gazes at Hythlodaeus.

"I can show you some mortal practices I learnt in that depraved city," he suggests coyly. "If such things interest you, that is. I would like to see the romantic touch you bring to them."

Hythlodaeus has to (not very successfully) subdue an excited grin at the suggestion--after all, it's not as though he's without an interest in such things, but most of all it's the offer of intimacy that makes his heart flutter.

"Certainly. After all, are we not meant to share knowledge freely?" Hythlodaeus allows himself some teasing in his tone as well... before it grows softer again as he pulls Hades closer, resting their foreheads together. "And I would say that now, more than ever, I see it as my duty to make you happy, Agesandros."

"Silly fool," he murmurs. His body is practically flush with Hythlodaeus' now. He steadies himself by resting a hand lightly on his partner's hip, the other on their thigh. There are butterflies in his stomach but he feels incredibly warm and secure. Nothing will tear them apart again. Nothing.

"By merely being here you make me the happiest man in the world."

[After everything she'd heard about how the trials had gone down, she couldn't help but be worried about how some of her friends were managing it- From the quests they'd been on together, she was pretty sure he'd be fine, but hopefully he wouldn't mind her pinging him a quick message.]

Hey Emet-Selch, this is Junko~

So, like, I hear the trials got pretty crazy after I skipped town, you holding up okay? I'll be heading back to town to catch the Traders before they head off, so lemme know if there's anything you need.

[ It takes some time for a response to come. Perhaps he's been caught up in one of those very trials? Or maybe he's recovering. ]

I have felt worse, I suppose. You chose not to participate?

Still sounds like you got hit pretty hard though...? Sure you're doing okay?

And yeah, like, I never wanted to do these things in the first place. Seems like we're just giving too much ground to Celliwig you know?

I am fine. I will recover with some rest.

The fae have their way of doing things but any agreement they make is one they will uphold to the letter. 'Tis not like mortals where negotiations are a delicate play of give and take. If you see this as a battleground then you are approaching it entirely the wrong way.

That's good. Well give me a shout if there's anything you want me to pick up for you or whatever.

[A pause as she thought on what he said next... about the nature of the Fae.]

TBH not really dealt much with fae back home.

You think that's the wrong way to see all this? It's just- it's kinda hard for me not to see it as some sort of battleground, but like, I know you're the sort who hates that kinda thing, right?

[She'd seen how he’d responded to the entire concept of war on the post about his potion shop before...but with her background, 'War' tended to be her default.

...And that was when she realised that comment was probably a bit too revealing of her actual self, so very quickly followed up with: ]

I mean not like I know anything about how that stuff works but I just kinda wanna kick someone's ass real hard for coming up with those fucked up trials you know??

[ A small voice in his head wonders, "What does TBH stand for?" But he's too proud to ask. Maybe Hythlodaeus will know. ]

Yes, I imagine you would. And I do - I detest warfare on principle, but that does not mean I judge the soldiers who fight for they merely take orders from a higher power.

I know not what Celliwig hoped to glean from the trials they put us through but if 'twas not enough to convince them then there is nothing else to be done.

You don't judge them, huh. I mean, a soldier can still make choices in the moment to moment flow of battle, even if they are following orders- but I guess that's on a smaller scale to what you're talking about.

[...Perhaps more of a telling response than she intended, but...well. She'd leave that for him to interpret as he wanted.]

So you'd accept a battle breaking out if there's no other options left, huh?

...Sorry, if you don't wanna talk about all this I really don't mind! I uh I guess it's just hot springs water making me think of weird crap, that's all!

You choose when they live or die. Whether to drag out the pain or to end it swiftly. That would speak to your character.

But no, I would not accept a battle under ANY circumstances. A failure to find middle ground is a failure of rhetoric. Those who refuse to cede their position are not people to be lauded.

[ He says, knowing what a hypocrite it makes him. ]

A good soldier would end it quickly. Too great a chance of backfire if it's dragged out.

So you're saying you'd rather surrender than ever start a fight to begin with? I don't think war's something that can always be avoided.

[Choosing her words carefully- she didn't want to fall out with him.]

Spoken like a mortal being. Why must it be so difficult to make you see how much better your lives could be without conflict or warfare?

This is not about whether one wins or loses. I have as little respect for one who repeatedly surrenders as I do for one who will not be moved. It takes a great deal of humility to acknowledge you may be in the wrong and to adjust your stance. From there, one may reach compromise.

[There was a long pause before she finally responded.]

To be honest I'm not very smart and my negotiation skills are totally terrible, so I'm not good at things like that- trying to talk my way out of conflict and stuff, I mean. I just argue and get mad and slap people if they piss me off.

But I've met people who, like, I guess they can't make sense of life without warfare. Or they feel it makes up a lot of who they are. But I guess they're just disappointing battle junkies in the end right? Seriously they can be the total worst.

I figure you can't stand people like that.

[Mukuro put her phone aside once she'd finished taking jabs at her actual self, staring out the window. She hadn't been expecting their talk to go this way but- well- Emet-Selch was right about her. It was a small relief that, as far as she was aware, he had no idea what sort of person she really was. After all, he'd hate her real self, wouldn't he?

...She couldn't let herself slip up.]

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[ He stares silently at the words on his screen, wondering how much of it is her speaking of herself in the third person. Far from hating her, all he feels is immense pity. From what that boy had told him, she has hardly had a chance to think for herself.

After a while, he replies. ]

A gun's sole purpose is to deliver death. It knows no other purpose, and it may be held by many hands or just the one in its life. I may hate the man or woman who wields it but I cannot feel anything except pity for a tool which knows no other life.

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[Mukuro also took her time to reply, worried to look at the message on the screen.]

It's like you said though, all a weapon is good for is killing, right? Either it sits idle or its wielded by one hand or another, and then it kills.

[Her talent was her only redeeming feature, wasn't it? Without that, what was she good for?

A few moments pass and she hurriedly sent another message. The longer she kept this up, the more she kept digging into the well that was her lack of self-worth, the harder it was to keep it up.]

sorry I just wanted to check you were okay I didn't mean to drag all this weird crap up

'Tis nothing I have not dealt with time and again over the centuries. You, on the other hand, seem to be struggling yet.

If you wish to talk then I have some time on hand.

Centuries? Wait then how old

[Mukuro you don't just ask someone that!]

I mean

Yeah you really don't have to answer that sorry I hit send instead of delete.

Thank you, though, it means a lot. I might have to take you up on that but it'll be easier in person and I. I think I just need some sleep more than anything else.

[ It's okay, Mukuro, he gets that a lot when people find out he isn't actually 30-something-- ]

Then take your rest. Sleep is a wonderful way to pass the time.

And I am over fifteen thousand years old, if you must know.

15,000+???? No way!

[...Should she start calling him 'Grandpa' now?]

Uhh sorry that was rude. But. Wow. Okay.

...Yeah I'm gonna sleep before I say something else stupid.

[ Call him 'grandpa', Mukuro, and he'll start calling you 'little girl'. ]

You are hardly the first mortal to react in that way.

But yes, I do suggest getting some rest. I'm sure you will feel better for it.

Alright. But if you've been having a rough time of things, get some rest too, okay?

Offer's still open if you need me to bring anything.

I plan to.

[ He almost leaves it at that, but it's quite nice of her to even offer - out of the blue - to do something for him. So after a lengthy pause, he adds: ]

Thank you.

[Well, she'd expected to get in the water, hence the foresight to have a swimsuit on underneath. But the cleaning process being done with so many hands means they're done early, and now she isn't quite sure what to do with herself. The sun is almost too intense for a Keeper like her, so she retreats to the shade with the clothing she'd shed earlier.

Of course, she notices she isn't alone after a long moment, feeling eyes on her. So Irhya turns around to look, and... ah. Something cold wells up in her stomach.]

Hi...

[ He had come by to watch the ship's refurbishment. As they wait for the results of the trials, he can do little but hope that Merlin's backup plan is successful. It seems to be going well - the ship has been cleaned up and it's floating so far. Hopefully the Elphame will accept it.

He notices someone coming towards him, skittering into the shade. It takes a moment for her to notice him - the glare of the sun on her eyes, he supposes - and the atmosphere grows tense. ]

Mm. [ He looks aside, focusing intently on the ship. His hands are clasped tightly behind his back. ]

Admiring the teamwork again?

[She tries to cover up her nervousness with casual conversation, sitting on a rock in the shade by his feet. Maybe getting him talking will help her discern his mood.]

Never worked on a ship before, admittedly... but the swimming part was fun. Did you come to watch?

...I did.

[ He gazes out over the beach, beyond the ship, towards the horizon. A vista he never tires of seeing but one which also fills him with immense longing.

He thinks of the power that needs to be sunk into the bedrock to trigger an earthquake and, in turn, a tsunami. One large enough to swallow the land surrounding this little city. ]

There is some merit to what that fool says sometimes, [ he mutters, barely audible over the shifting tide. ] Watching is its own pleasure.

Ah...

[She lapses into silence, one that extends longer than she initially means to stretch it. But her mind keeps throwing traitorously bad things at her, even though objectively she knows this should hardly be a friendship breaker, and it makes her hesitate several times before she manages to get to the point.]

Can I talk to you for a minute? Or at you, I guess, if you're not interested in reciprocating?

[ He shifts in place then eventually shrugs, still not looking at her. It's hard to accept, even now, that they will have opposing views on warfare. A bitter reality that will continue on and forget the likes of him and Hythlodaeus and all the rest.

At least he isn't walking away? ]

[There is that. If he wanted to remove himself from the situation and not hear of it, he'd do so.

So, she tries speaking.]

Listen, I... I'm sorry, all right? It was really not the time nor the place to talk about that. I knew it would sour your mood, but I didn't expect things to be this bad... so I'm sorry for bringing it up.

[ He's silent a while longer, lips pressed together. Then-- ]

Why must you always fight...

[ It's a low, frustrated mutter. ] Though you apologise, you do not take back the sentiment. Would you not rather see more of this-- [ he points to the ship ] --than bloodshed?

Of course I would. I never meant to say war was preferable. And I don't think it will happen in this case... not with all this.

[Her ears flatten.]

I have fought in wars before. I've fought together with the Domans, the Ala Mhigans, the Bozjans. Those situations are all a little different, granted, but picking fights with others is not a pleasant pastime for me. I just...

[She can't rightly take it back, not when she has everything to lose over one kingdom's petty stubbornness. Perhaps it's because he doesn't that he can't see beyond his own circumstances.]

I don't want my world to end. Flawed and imperfect as it is, I still love it.

Your world is not going to end because one kingdom of fae decide they won't have anything to do with us.

[ He turns to her abruptly, seething. ]

What does it matter what they think? Let them withdraw behind their borders. That Camelot's king would even consider waging war in response reflects more poorly on him than it does on the fae. I would not want anything to do with a man who seeks cooperation through coercion. That you would join him even as a last resort is quite frankly disappointing.

[ He looks back towards the ship, enjoyment marred by the resentment burning in his breast. ]

Worlds do not end when dialogue breaks down. They end because one side decides to substitute might for rhetoric.

[ Hydaelyn. ]

[Irhya stares at him, mouth agape as his point settles. She stays like that for a moment, then slowly wilts.]

I... I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say.

[Besides, even if she did take it back, would it even have any effect? The damage has already been done. Taking a step back, she looks at the ground.]

Should I just... go?

[ He draws back, biting his lip. Although there are no words for the disappointment he feels - especially off the back of that hope he'd had for them, for all of them - he doesn't want her gone. ]

No... I...

[ Frustrated, he turns away. In the end, there's no seeing completely eye-to-eye with her or the rest of her kin, is there? Their desired outcomes cannot co-exist. It had been easier to accept defeat when there had been no hope of his world or his people ever returning.

But all that has changed now. What wouldn't he give to go back...? He's so homesick it makes him feel ill. ]

Just once, [ he says in a low, resentful voice, ] I would like to not see negotiations end in war. We seem to have avoided such this time, but it should never have been put on the table to begin with. I want to believe... I want to believe.

[She doesn't say anything for a moment. It's no secret that she doesn't understand, can't understand -- so words of sympathy would feel empty. Instead, she moves closer to him again and puts a hand in his, tentatively.]

As long as we've avoided it. Though I'll admit... I was uncertain what to think of the monarch letting us decide with going straight to war as an option. Maybe...

[Irhya doesn't finish that sentiment, continuing to look down.]

[ He lets the word hang in the air before he slowly sinks down to join her on the sand, knees drawn up and arms resting on top. His gaze continues to be sullenly fixed on the sea. ]

He is not our king. We are not obliged to follow his will.

[ Please stay with me this time. ]

[She goes with him, marginally encouraged by his disinclination to sulk off and instead take the time to work this out with her. At his statement, she nods with a hum of agreement.]

I'm sorry. It was a stupid thing to get into. And for what it's worth... I didn't trust him much to begin with. When there are figures of authority in a position of holding information like this, things are never entirely what they say they are. Personal experience.

...'Tis not easy, being the sole figure of authority of a kingdom or a nation. Much hinges upon the decisions they make and such decisions can have consequences which echo throughout time decades or centuries afterwards. Without being able to see the effect of such choices, a man can only flounder within his limited purview.

[ He sighs and rests his head upon his arms. ] Not even I could fashion a perfect empire on my own...

That is true, but remember, your intent from the beginning wasn't so much the longevity of the empire so much as the chaos it could sow. Perhaps if things had been different...

[She eyes him for a good, long moment, though that's not to say she doesn't understand where he's coming from. Which is why she follows up.]

From what I understand, this particular king isn't quite mortal either, though it sounds as if there was a long period between his first tenure and his current one. But I haven't found reason to think his motives are as pure as all the talk surrounding him would have me believe.

He died.

[ The answer is short and abrupt. ]

He died and this isle was to be his final resting place. More than that I do not know. The accounts of those who know him differ and I doubt that man, Merlin, will be forthcoming with details.

[ A few moments of brooding silence, then-- ]

I wonder if he, too, wishes he had stayed dead.

[Her voice sounds rawer than she wants it to when she replies. Damn it.]

Could be. The dead never quite come back right, after all, even if he doesn't appear to be as unhinged as Emperor Xande.

[Who Emet probably knew personally, in some capacity. It does make her wonder if Garlemald was his first attempt at direct reign, if he'd only tried to manipulate from the shadows until then... but it's likely there were plenty of reasons to take a more direct approach the next time around, if so.]

Is it truly better not to remember your own death? One would think a virtuous man would take that experience, despite all the pain surrounding it, and use it to prevent making the same mistakes again...

Do you have even the slightest idea how traumatic death is to the soul?

[ His voice is flat as he looks her way, expression devoid of humour. ]

I have been poisoned, strangled, decapitated, put to the torch, drowned, been crushed, been torn apart, had numerous weapons tear through my body in various places - and that is with the knowledge I would outlive my temporary vessel of flesh. Mortals fear death far, far more than one of my nature does.

When Xande was resurrected, it did not surprise me at all to see him turn to nihilism. Rare is the man who glimpses the shore on the other side and returns entirely sane. And so I would not be surprised to hear that the wizard is keeping his king together behind the curtains.

[Irhya opens her mouth as he lists off his various deaths, then closes it. That... wouldn't be surprising, that Merlin is actually the one pulling most of the strings because Arthur isn't quite himself anymore.]

The same can be said of you too, huh?

[Her ears tilt down.]

There are some who see it as traumatic, and others who see it as restful. I look at you Ascians sometimes, and I can't help but feel that perhaps living forever isn't as much of a blessing as it's made out to be. Especially when the world is like it is.

Look... I know our opinions on this are always going to differ. We came from different worlds entirely, different societies with different values. I'm all right with that. I can't be perfect, but I do my best with everything else. I just hope you have enough tolerance now to understand that, too.

[ Curling up, he drops his head on to his arms. The image of his old friend in the cavern's hot spring yet remains fresh in his mind. Though he realises now the danger he had been in, he craves the illusion. That's why he rebuilt Amaurot's facade and populated it with ghosts. That's why he's so afraid to lose Hythlodaeus.

Illusions are all he has left.

His fingers dig painfully into his upper arms. His voice is thick and muffled. ]

Tolerate it I must, for I lost my battle against the Warrior of Light I know and that means the future is yours to shape, as I have said. But that won't make it any easier to bear. 'Tis a future I and my people have no place in. We who were caretakers of the star and who cherished and nourished it...

[ He falls silent, throat seizing up. He tells himself fiercely that he isn't going to cry. ]

[There is little more she can do; nothing she says will seem any more but hollow, coming from her. She gets up onto her knees and puts a hand on his hair, peering in to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes.]

I know. I'm sorry.

[But she can't just leave it there, or they'll end up right back where they started. Mayhap if she can distract him...]

Listen, do you want to... I don't know, take a walk or something? I know sunny beaches aren't exactly your thing, but maybe it'll calm you down.

[ He did like beaches before, he thinks, but he keeps that to himself. It would only sour things again.

His head lifts slightly. No tears, but he looks on edge. ]

...Alright.

[ He's slow to uncurl but he gets to his feet, brushing off the sand before offering her a hand up. ]

[Did Amaurot have beaches? She can't help but wonder if he'd ever been to one, before. But staying on that topic will probably just drive things right back into depressing territory, and she's aiming to avoid that... much though she longs to know.]

And now that I have you up again... do you swim, by any chance?

[A grin. She's fully expecting to be rebuffed on this one, but she does enjoy swimming, excessive sand be damned.]

I know how to swim.

[ He gives her a shrewd, sidelong look. ]

But I did not bring a bathing costume with me.

So?

[The reply is airy as she leads him to the water's edge, slipping off her boots and socks and tossing them just out of the reach of the waves.]

It's fine. All you have to do is take your shoes off, right?

[ Still completely, utterly suspicious of her motives, he edges closer to the tideline and slowly bends down to remove his shoes and socks. ]

That hardly counts as swimming, Irhya. All we're doing is dipping our toes into the water.

We could go deeper.

[All of a sudden, she nudges his side, though probably not strongly enough to knock him over. Even at full power, she might have trouble with that just given the height difference.]

Come on, you just need to let it all go for a while. If that means finding a secluded area and stripping to make the most of it, what's wrong with that?

[ He straightens, holding his shoes with the socks neatly tucked inside. ]

If we stripped down, someone could see.

[ That is one thing Duplicity hasn't been able to endear him to. Flaunting his body in public? Absolutely not. ]

[And so she laughs, noticing him stiffen.]

Yes, the danger is rather the point, isn't it?

[...Which is a very Irhya answer. She sloshes a little deeper into the waves, until she is about knee-deep in the surf.]

All right, all right. But... someday, I want to take you swimming on a warm beach like this. I don't know if I'll ever get to, but it'd be nice.

[ He watches her wade into the surf, feeling another uneasy twinge in his breast. He's felt it often enough that he doesn't bother to assign a name to it. Whether it's 'guilt' or 'self-loathing', it's a constant companion by now.

What does it feel like to laugh like there's no tomorrow waiting? ]

If we...

[ He falters, biting his lip. ]

If we returned to the city, briefly, and bought something to wear... It is not too late in the day to take a swim.

[The smile is wiped off her face as she turns around and looks at him, genuinely surprised. She wipes sweat from her forehead with one arm, laughing.]

Aye... I suppose it is not. I don't even own anything specifically for swimming, so maybe it'd be worth it to finally have one...

[Invigorated by the attempt to meet her halfway, she whirls around and plods out of the water, quickly slipping her footwear back on.]

If we're quick about it, we can probably catch the last few bells of daylight before the sunset!

[ He nods, relieved that she has accepted her idea. It is a matter of seconds to wipe the sand off his feet and put his own shoes back on. It is not a terribly long trip back to the city but the sun is certainly beginning its descent towards the horizon by the time they manage to return to the beach, both of them with their new swimming gear beneath their clothes.

This time Hades feels no reservation about stripping off his clothes. His familiar sits on the sand by the pile, yawning widely. She will guard their possessions while they swim. ]

[Of course, both had to needle the other about their choice, just a little; and yet, just to herself, she thinks that's part of the fun of it. In a good mood now, she drops her clothes off next to his and trots back into the water, diving into an incoming wave, then quickly resurfacing.

(Somewhere deep in the confines of her bag, Sushi is taking shelter from the sun, and one can faintly see the outline of four paws at the bottom.)]

Ahhh, gods, it feels good to jump right in! It's been a while.

[A lot of the people who stayed to help with the ship's cleaning have since packed up and left, leaving just a scant few sunning themselves or walking along the shore at this hour. The sun is low in the sky, but still has a few hours to give, she thinks.]

Think we'll find any exotic wildlife here? I know there's some weird stuff in the water here sometimes... new arrivals included.

[ He shakes his head, entering the water at a far more sedate pace. He doesn't dive into the waves as they come but instead stands stiffly as they try to unsuccessfully bowl him over. He wishes there is something he can do to protect his Garlean eye from being damaged by anything in the water, but, well, Garleans are not native here. The goggles he has are sadly only for those possessing two eyes. ]

If there is any 'exotic wildlife' here, I hope it does not try to eat us.

[Laughing, she dips into the water and plucks a hermit crab from the bottom, presenting it to him.]

You really think something this small is gonna try to eat you? We got the goggles, so we might as well take a look at whatever's swimming around at the bottom here, right?

We already know they have giant cephalopods here. 'Tis those that I am concerned about.

[ Aka. Krakens. He sighs and waves away the hermit crab, pulling down his goggles. ]

Fine. Let us see what the ocean floor has to offer here.

[Whatever. Krakens are soft and squishy and Irhya's confident she can take one. Waving a hand at him, she dives down and sifts through the sand to see what she can find. The belongings of otherworlders often end up at the bottom, too, but if there have been shipwrecks here, perhaps those are not the only things worth finding.

Happening across something that gleams in the light, she unearths a waterlogged smartphone, resurfacing to examine it. It doesn't turn on, obviously, but everything seems to be there, and the screen is intact...]

I guess someone dropped their thing into the water. That's gotta bite.

[ As he expects, diving into the briny ocean without something to cover his third eye ends up making it sting uncomfortably. As it isn't a real eye, he isn't worried about it being affected by the salt water. Still, he grabs the first interesting shape he sees and swims back to the surface. ]

I will admit to being impressed that their technology is advanced enough to produce such intricate machinery. Allag may have managed it within another thousand years if left to prosper.

[ He glances at what he's managed to find. Unfortunately, just a small piece of driftwood. Damn. ]

I wish Eorzea had these; tomestones are so limited in comparison. I guess advancement tends to be limited when the world ends so often.

[No one else ever seems to have the same problem, but that probably stands to reason. Their world is... a little unique in its issues. It doesn't sound like she intends to make a big deal out of it, though, as she folds her ears back again to dive under.

There aren't a lot of fish to see in the shallows, just a few snails and hermit crabs near the bottom. It's fun to distract herself watching them go about their day, though, until she has to come up for air. The sky has started to turn dusky, and the light is just right to catch on anything shiny down below in this narrow window of time. Though it looks like there's something glittering under the sand a short distance away...]

[ He looks somewhat dubious of the idea as he tries to imagine Eorzeans living lives resembling the non-smutty parts of Duplicity. The energy required to power such devices on a daily basis would be enormous. Possibly far greater than the world's aether could support.

Humming vaguely, he lets the driftwood sink back down to the bottom of the ocean and dives back down with her. He swims a little ways off to examine some rocks, having spotted a small octopus taking refuge in a crevice. Too small to be a kraken, thankfully.

He comes up for air a short time later, kicking his way back leisurely to where he last saw Irhya as he waits for her to emerge. ]

[Irhya surfaces a small ways away, holding something small in her fist, and swims back to meet Hades, looking around.]

Just a coin. Not a very valuable one, either. You find anything?

A small octopus. It was afraid of me.

[ He beckons for her to show him the coin she has found. A sudden thought makes him smirk slightly. ]

...Though, mayhap you and it would get along well.

Why do you say that?

[A blank look. She opens her hand nonetheless, examining it in a better light. It's definitely not the currency used in New Camelot... maybe a different city's? Or just outdated, perhaps?]

This doesn't mean jack to me, unfortunately. Might have to ask a native what it is.

[ He rolls his eyes. The denomination of the coin means nothing to him either naturally. But it is at least an interesting find.

Drifting closer, he pokes her pointedly on the forehead. ]

I mean that given how positively you reacted to my other arms, surely you must enjoy the little creatures.

[Now she turns pink, flinching.]

I don't-- not on actual beastkin!

[Unless they come onto her first.

...Which has definitely happened there before. But it seems far more unlikely in a place like this that doesn't railroad them into sex all the time.]

Leave it alone, it's just minding its own business! Besides, those things can camouflage really well. I'm sure it got spooked by the big scary Garlean and hid itself already.

[ Smirking more widely now, he pulls back and stretches out on the surface of the water, watching as the sky above them darkens into muddy hues of pinkish-orange and blue. ]

My true form has no relation to those little creatures, incidentally. 'Tis simply a coincidence.

Yes, yes...

[She makes a face at him, circling him idly until she squeaks. It's inaudible through the water, but by the way she turns red...]

Ah-- godsdamnit!

[Suddenly, she's struggling to feel at her back side, towards her tail. The most likely conclusion is that the makeshift hole she put back there has ripped.]

Hmm? What's the matter?

[ He rights himself and watches her curious antics. It doesn't take long for him to guess what has happened. ]

Ah, shall we head back to shore? I'll have Nyx fetch your garments.

Guess we better...

[She swims ahead of him, not shy about the prospect of accidentally giving him a show even if it isn't her intention. Whatever, he's seen it before. And besides, her tail covers most of it anyway. Rising out of the water like she's lifting a great weight, she shuffles forward and wrings her hair out first and foremost once she reaches the place they put down their things.]

I knew I should've put some support stitches in, but I didn't want to waste time on it... ughhh.

[ Likewise, he pays very little attention to her backside...until they emerge from the water. At that point he pointedly doesn't look at her rear whilst he shakes off the salt water. It dries unpleasantly on his skin in the light, warm wind that brushes past.

Nyx is still there, dutifully on guard. She growls a welcome as they approach. ]

I suppose we must find some secluded spot for you to change then. Unless you enjoy stripping down in full view of those who pass by.

Ahah. No, thanks.

[She waves a sarcastic hand at him, crouching down to gather her clothes from before. After a glance around, she decides to retreat behind a formation of rocks, still making no effort to shield herself from him.

(This doesn't count as polite company, does it? She was never that good at etiquette.)]

I'll just be a second, all right? Damned sand getting into everything...

[ Scooping up his own clothes, he follows her and kneels in the sand to start changing himself. If it weren't her, he would wait until she was done but they've bared themselves to each other before.

(Nyx keeps watch for anyone approaching just in case.)

Still, he initially he turns his back on her to afford her some semblance of privacy. But she takes long enough that he ends up peeking over his shoulder. ]

Need some assistance?

[ He has his swimming costume partially off, the top half hanging around his waist. ]

Eh?

[She's being very slow and careful about trying to free her tail from the suit. Eventually, she gives up and uses her hand to guide it out from the other side, still unable to free herself just by pulling.]

I'm fine, I just don't want to rip it even more.

Why do you ask? Do you need it?

[ He lets out a snort but it sounds amused. ]

Hardly. I'm simply remembering why I hate swimming at beaches - all of this dratted sand.

[ He bends over and tugs at his swimsuit from the bottom, slowly but surely easing it off the remainder of his body. For a very brief moment, he is completely bare. ]

...Hmph. [ It's another small huff of wry amusement as he recalls something. ] In the end, we did find a secluded area to strip off in.

Oh, please. I love swimming, but sand in places you didn't even know it could go isn't the most fun thing to clear out in the bath.

[She scoffs, shaking her head. Holding the swimsuit pinched between two fingers as it slides off, her thoughts turn to his comment.]

Well, I suppose we did... But do take care not to forget about the blasted sand if you're planning to initiate something.

Me? You were the one propositioning me earlier, were you not?

[ He peeks over his shoulder, lips curving wryly. ]

Where were you planning to have your little moment of intimacy then if not on the sand?

[Apparently, he's got her there. She shoots him a sour look after a blank moment.]

I wasn't planning anything.

Of course you weren't.

[ Sidling up behind her, he leans down close enough to murmur by her ear. ]

Then what was your impulse?

[Ugh. As always. She shoots a sour look at him, but the way her skin prickles is indication enough of the truth.]

Well, if you're asking, I can only assume you're doing so because you're interested.

[ He chuckles and leans back, letting her have some space. ]

If the location is suitably private...then yes. And also devoid of sand. I, too, would prefer that not to get anywhere near our more sensitive areas.

Sand or privacy: which is more important to you? I don't know if you want to run somewhere else without clothes, but I don't.

[She glances behind her, lips twitching. Sure, it'll scrape her back to ribbons, but such is the price she pays. Not like it's never happened before, anyway.]

The best suggestion I have is to use the rock behind us and keep from touching the ground.

[ He frowns at the rock behind her. By the tightening of his lips, he seems to have come to the same conclusion as her: it will be rough on her back.

Mouth twisting further, he glances towards Nyx. ]

Fetch us a towel.

[ The gwiber cocks its head at him before rolling its eyes in a way that suggests she isn't impressed with his decision to indulge in lustful pursuits out in the open. But she obediently disappears for a few moments, hopping out of a dark portal with a thick bath towel in her mouth. Hades takes it and steps past Irhya to spread it on the flattest part of the rock he can find. ]

...There. Will that do?

[A glance at the towel; a glance back.]

...Good enough.

[It's dark by now, the area lit only by moonlight, and it casts Irhya's form in strange, cool colors. Despite the sand potential, she feels in her element here, and leans in to press her entire front side against his.]

Ha. Never thought you'd agree to something like this...

[ He licks his lips and casts a quick look beyond her and around to check that all the swimmers and other helpers from the ship earlier in the day have truly gone home.

Satisfied, he drops his gaze down, tracing her cheek with one hand even as the other pulls her flush against him. ]

I don't plan to make a habit of it. As soon as I sense anyone coming by, I will stop to pull us somewhere more secluded.

[You're really gonna stop mid-coitus, huh, she thinks dubiously, proceeding to silently pray they luck out and get no visitors for the ten-odd minutes it'll take.]

Guess we better go fast, then, huh? Who knows who'll decide to take a midnight walk on the beach...

[Her hand slips between her stomach and his, feeling around for his shaft to try and get him warmed up. There is an air of tension that adds to the effect, though; the thrill of getting caught, of potentially having to flee from prying eyes. She doesn't know about him, but it's definitely already getting Irhya wound up.]

[ He would prefer to take his time having sex, he thinks ruefully as his hand reaches towards her tail. Despite what he says, once they get going he doubts he will have much attention to spare for minding their surroundings. ]

Mm, when I pictured making love to you with naught but moonlight to bathe us, I had a more comfortable setting in mind...

[ He exhales when her hand grasps him. It's slightly chilly thanks to the sea air blowing across the beach, but he's quick to warm with a few strokes. He leans down to kiss her whilst his own hand gently rubs the base of her tail. ]

You pictured it?

[Asked with fervent interest, as if this is the first she's hearing of him picturing anything with her. Does he really imagine things like this? She fidgets a bit, her back muscles rippling as he rubs that sweet spot at the base of her tail. It's an easy turn-on for her, almost unfairly so.]

What were you picturing, then?

Well - gathering you in my arms beside the bed, kissing you whilst we shed our garments in a fit of passion...

[ He takes a small step forward, steadily nudging her towards the blanket-covered rock. ]

Then falling on to the bed and gazing into your lovely eyes as I warmed you up.

[ Rather than have her fall though, he will carefully lower her to the rock - assuming she gets the hint that is. ]

Mm...

[She's inclined to make a quip here, but can't bring herself to do it after something like that. Instead, she presses her lips together and makes a soft noise, her tail curling at the tip.]

We really haven't done that before?

No.

[ And he leans down to kiss her pursed lips, smirking. ]

All our couplings were fits of passion and lust. Including this one, in fact. Do you disagree?

Well, no...

[She continues to stare up at him even after the kiss, incredulous.]

Are you saying you want something actually romantic?

...Is that so strange, coming from me?

[ It comes out mildly defensive, with a frown, but he isn't angry. ]

No, but... did-- did I miss the memo?

[Bewilderment. Does he really view it as romantic? All the while, she's been busy telling herself it really is just lust and impulse for people they can't have, but... did he end up deciding differently?

Oh, hell. But if he thinks she doesn't feel that way, he might--]

I-- I just didn't want to presume! I mean, why would you want something like that if it felt fake, right?

[ He glances aside. It's chilly but her hand has warmed him enough that he isn't inclined to pull away. ]

The reason I initially warned you away from falling in love with me is because if you had pursued me in earnest, I would not have been able to help myself. I am not...immune to things like love, Irhya. I don't fear it being false or not reciprocated. I fear the end of it. I fear the inevitable point where you die and I'm left alone. Again.

[Oh, gods damn it. He's even admitting it. Now she's in real trouble, because neither can she. Her ears twitch upward.]

But we talked about it, didn't we? It's not like this is any mortal romance where they have kids and settle down, for either of us. Even if you were mortal, or I immortal, it wouldn't be possible.

...But I can still love you, even if we can't have those things. Knowing the truth of everything, and that this is fleeting... I still made that choice. I... I guess I just didn't want to fall too far and get smacked with that cold, hard reality again.

[ His expression falls a little - although not because of anything she says. ]

I don't expect anything so ridiculous as a family. Not from you nor anyone else. In the end, all these romances amount to little more than a temporary distraction from an otherwise tedious eternity.

That does not make what I feel any less real. But you have merely to say the word and I will forget such notions. I am content enough to warm your bed when you desire it.

...I don't want you to forget.

[Said in a very small voice, like she's afraid speaking too loud will break the layer of tension over them.]

I'm not just using you as a bed partner. I...

[She pulls her gaze up to his, even though it's a struggle to do so.]

I love you, too.

[ His expression softens. He caresses her face, holding her gaze, before leaning in to gently kiss her. One couldn't really ask for a better setting to confess such feelings - even if it was entirely unintended to linger past the sun setting. ]

...A towel on a rock isn't the most comfortable of beds, but I would still have you, Irhya.

[Irhya makes a pleased noise, laughing softly at the mild gripe. She'll get him into an actual bed at some point, but for now...]

Please.

[It's all she needs to say, her hands smoothing down the sides of his back. She'll regret it later when she's aching, sure, but the warm memory will surely be worth the pain.]

[ Without another word, he leads her over and helps her lie back on the rock. It isn't comfortable for either of them; she has to mind her back and he has to mind his knees on the sharper edges as he leans over her. Reaching between her legs, he gently begins to arouse her whilst leaning down to nip at her throat. ]

[Irhya arches up into the touch, making affirming little noises at him. She works hard to try and meet him halfway, getting herself heated up in the process.]

You know... you have the nicest hands... and your shoulders are lovely, too...

[ His mouth twitches. He wishes he could take that as the compliment it's meant to be, but the fact is that these hands aren't truly his but that of Solus zos Galvus. ]

Hmm, but who taught me how to pleasure a woman? That was you, I believe.

[ He could have the nicest hands in all the shards and it would mean nothing if he didn't know how gentle to be. ]

[Recognizing his reaction, she quickly realizes her mistake, having let herself slip. Irhya sucks a breath in.]

Ah-- sorry. I'm already kind of screwing this up...

[Though, to be fair, if he were anyone other than an Ascian, perhaps he would've found it a nice compliment. But she had to go for the one she couldn't keep in the long run. Her head rolls to the side; it figures that the one time it counts...]

It's true, though. You have gotten really good at it.

[ His eyes drop to the side. His fingers move away, but only so he can shift his weight more comfortably on the rock. He goes back to pleasuring her soon enough. ]

...If Hythlodaeus can find aught to admire in my current body, I...suppose I can accept others' compliments as well. I can hardly remember what I once looked like after all. There is little point mourning a body I lost so long ago.

Well... even if it has no bearing on your identity now, you still shaped the vessel. And it is still a reflection of you in some manner, right? Just not as closely linked to your sense of self as it is for mortal beings.

[Irhya sighs, though it's a response to his fingers more than anything.]

But the soul is more attractive to you overall, isn't it? Perhaps yours is different than it used to be, but I don't need purity to determine if someone is worth sticking with.

[It's the sort of thing she would like said to her, she thinks. Even if there are things he does that she doesn't, cannot agree with...

Things that are useless to dwell upon here, though. She smiles up at him, smoothing one hand over his shoulder towards his back.]

What do you see in mine, I wonder...?

[ Talk like this is definitely better suited to more comfortable surroundings. He almost moves to teleport then both home, only to remember he can't here.

Exhaling, he presses his lips to her throat. ]

It isn't that I find the soul alone attractive, [ he says quietly. ] It is that I found yours particularly-- nostalgic. You were, after all, a friend a long, long time ago... One I parted on ill terms with.

If you were to ask me what I think of your physical body... [ He takes a moment to pull back and hungrily run his eyes over her. ] Besides the scars of battle, there is naught for anyone to complain about. Your skin is supple, your figure, a testament to the gruelling work you put yourself through. Even if I weren't fond of you, Irhya, you are beautiful - and I dearly wish to have you for myself.

[A sound emerges from her throat, halfway between embarrassed and unexpected. Perhaps it isn't difficult to make her melt, but it means a lot coming from him. Even if he sees someone else when he looks at her soul -- wouldn't she, if she remembered what he does?]

Never thought I'd get so sentimental about compliments... but here we are.

[Irhya flexes her midsection, exhaling with a smile.]

Well... here's your chance. Think I'm all set.

[ He kisses her briefly. Then shifts to press the tip of his cock against her labia. He eases in through the slick passage, one steadying hand at her hip, until he's fully sheathed. Though blood is suddenly pounding in his ears and he aches to take her now, he waits a moment for her to adjust.

Then he starts to rock into her, building a rhythm that steadily grows quicker as they both warm. ]

[Being completely covered by him is always nice, but she's always eager to give back somehow. Struck with a sudden, irresistible urge to bite, Irhya lifts her back and crosses the short distance to drag the flats of her teeth gently along his shoulder, using her remaining hand to pleasure herself. One knee pushes at his waist, coming just short of wrapping her whole leg around it and changing the pressure on her pelvic floor as they move.]

[ He sucks in a sharp breath. ] Harder, [ he groans. ]

[ His shoulders begin to ache from the weight he's placing on them as he thrusts into her. It's unspeakably uncomfortable having to fuck on this unforgiving rock and that dampens some of the enjoyment of it. But if he shuts his eyes and listens to the way she breathes, focuses on the way she moves, he can conjure up whatever fantasy he likes. ]

Ah--

[What started as a light nip turns into a fully-fledged bite as she sinks teeth into his skin, moving towards his throat. Her breath can be felt on the bruise afterward, coming quick and hot. One of her hands finds his and attempts to slip under his palm with her fingers, trying to weave them together with his.]

Don't stop...

[ His fingers curl around hers, gripping tightly. He bucks harder for the bite, muffling his gasp against her shoulder. She feels so warm, so tight as she flexes into and against him. It's almost like the time she once ordered him to rut without coming into her, except there is no magical geas to stop him now. ]

Irhya...

[ He's completely forgotten about where they are. All that matters is her pleasure - and his own. ]

[She makes a sincere, heartfelt sound when he calls her name, the thrill starting to build. Her back is starting to hurt, one particular point jutting up into her quite noticeably, but it's easy to lose track of it when he's going at it in such earnest. So much so that she wonders, somewhere beyond herself, if it's more for her or for himself that he does this.

It is a comfort, though, to be covered and filled by him, and so she flexes once more, letting out a harsh breath as she does.]

Haah--

[Just a little closer...]

[ Past the discomfort, past the strain in his calves and niggling pain of his knee, his climax builds quickly. He runs his lips blindly over her skin, panting with each exertion. ]

Ah-- ahh--!

[ He releases with a shudder, her name on his lips. Pleasure washes over him in warm waves, allowing him to briefly forget the chilly sea air blowing over his back. ]

[The pads of her fingers drag at his back as the pleasure builds to a tipping point, pulling his body to hers with as much force as she can manage. It seldom takes much more than the sensation of him losing it to drive her over the edge as well, and this time is no exception; as her muscles convulse around him, legs lifted delicately and back arched upward.

In the last gasps of her orgasm, she is shaking. A combination of the cold, the strain, and something else, she's sure.]

Hades...

[ He lifts his head to meet her eyes, chest heaving with similar exertion. Leaning down, he kisses her gently before he speaks, forcing his shaky legs to remain firm. ]

Irhya... I love you. I have for a while, I think.

Ah...

[Though it's hard to say if she can flush any more than she already is, Irhya smiles up at him, bending up and wrapping her arms around him.]

Sometimes, that's all I ever want to hear. I love you, too.

[ A faint smile curves his lips. Bowing his head, he lets himself feel - perhaps for the first time in forever - a small measure of happiness. A dangerous, fleeting emotion he has felt many times before and dares not hope for more.

It is in moments like these that life feels worth living. ]

[Hijikata has once again found himself faced with a challenge during one of his current quests, namely a massive kraken stuck in an unfortunate family's house, and the search for help led him straight to Polydegmon's Lapidary and Brew. Maybe a chime alerts Emet-Selch to his arrival, or maybe he just sees him enter - in any case the samurai looks to be in a bit of a rush. He already called ahead to explain the situation, so it's likely no surprise.]

Okay, here I am! Thanks for taking my call--

[He breaks off as he realises that they aren't the only ones around. There's... a ghost hovering by the counter. By now Hijikata has himself under control to the point that even when he gets spooked (and that definitely still happens) he doesn't immediately run screaming, but it's not often that he sees ghosts around during the daytime. Well, outside of Loch Manor, that is, and probably other local haunted places he doesn't know about.]

Sorry to barge in like this! Am I interrupting?

[ The ghost glances the samurai's way but returns to listening attentively as Emet-Selch rounds off his request to it. It nods and glides away through the wall. It isn't the only ghost hanging around - there are two others marvelling over something at his workbench. ]

No, the dead run to no-one's schedule but their own.

[ He reaches over and spends a moment unlocking a drawer behind the counter. From it he takes out the potion and antidote for his shrinking potion and holds them out to Hijikata. ]

Here. For your kraken.

Thanks. How much will that be?

[It feels quite surreal to see ghosts visiting the shop just like the living do, despite all the oddities Hijikata already experienced on this island, so he immediately inquires about that too.]

What do you sell that ghosts can use? They can neither ingest potions nor wear jewelry, can they?

[ He names a price that is high but not exorbitant - it IS made from pixie dust after all and pixies aren't exactly known for their generosity. For it, Hijikata gets both the shrinking potion and an 'antidote' that will reverse the effects early. ]

They cannot. I have them search for items that would be too perilous for a living man to obtain. In return, I help them with their final requests.

[ A thin smile. ] Revenge, recompense - things like that.

[Luckily Hijikata is quite affluent, thanks to his workaholic lifestyle that doesn't leave him much time to indulge in any luxuries while simultaneously earning him a constant stream of income. He doesn't expect to use the antidote, so he intends to keep it, in case anyone ever thinks it'd be a funny prank to shrink him down (Okita is here, after all).]

That's one hell of a business model. If you ever need a swordsman don't hesitate to call on me... as long as it's decently lawful.

[He's not going to snoop, purely because he respects Emet-Selch - otherwise he sure as hell would be a pest of a cop wanting all final requests accounted for -, but he definitely hopes that the man will decline calls for murder and the like (although the waters can quickly get muddy in such cases, especially when revenge is concerned).]

Oh, while I'm here...

[He rummages around in his uniform jacket, eventually taking out a small raw black tourmaline.]

Could you maybe make a ring or something out of this for me? They say it gives elemental magic users an edge against "opposing" elements.

I am in the business of making potions and jewellery, [ he says loftily. ] Not death. No, I shall not be ushering anyone to their untimely demise. Most in fact ask me to pass on final messages to their loved ones...and their enemies.

[ He takes the raw stone and inspects it thoroughly. It should be easy enough to refine. ]

Would you like me to make this with Alchemy or the traditional way?

[Hijikata nods at that confirmation; that's reassuring. Much as Emet-Selch may come across as a dour person, his decision to help the ghosts shows how observant and compassionate he is, in Hijikata's opinion, even if he gets something in return. He's a bit stumped at the question, though.]

What's the difference? I'd say you can just use whatever is easier for you.

[ A faint, wry smile. ]

With alchemy I can have something ready within an hour or so - I do still need to refine this stone before I can use it, you see, but the setting and other parts are drawn from a template I have already made and is therefore cheaper. If instead I were to create the piece by hand, then I could customise it to a far greater degree. This would, however, take me the span of a few days and be more costly.

Alchemy should be fine, then. I'm not in a rush with this, but I also don't have any special design requirements. Do you need to take my size?

[He holds out a hand in case it's needed, letting Emet-Selch decide which finger the stone has a good size for.]

Ah, right, one more thing before I head back to the kraken situation... will it need to ingest the potion, or can we just pour it over it?

[ An eyebrow lifts in amusement but he reaches for a ring sizer. ]

I didn't think you the type to wear one.

[ He takes Hijikata's hand and quickly makes a note of the size on a small notepad, commenting as he writes: ]

You can simply pour the potion over the beast. 'Twould be quite inconvenient if it had to be ingested. [ And here his smirk broadens. ] So do be careful not to get it on yourself. I wouldn't want a customer of mine to become a kraken's meal.

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[Hijikata offers a small wry grin in return.]

Noted. Yeah, that'd be an inglorious way to go out. As for the stone, I just thought a ring would be more secure than a strap necklace or whatnot, and it's such a small rock... but if you can make it into something else that's just as well. Hell, I guess I could probably simply keep it in my pocket as long as it can't fall out.

[Emet-Selch was spot-on about Hijikata not really liking jewelry. The only decorative attire he enjoys wearing are cloths around his neck - his usual cravat, but also neckerchiefs or scarves, depending on the season.]

[ He taps his pen against the notepad, brow furrowed in thought. His eyes roam the other man from head to toe. If not a ring, then...what? Hmm... ]

I will think about it as I cut your stone. In the meantime, you have a kraken to take care of, do you not? By the time you finish dealing with it and return I'm sure I will have thought of something suitable for you.

Right, I shouldn't leave my quest partner waiting! There really is no rush with the stone, but I'll pop in again later, just in case.

[Unless he somehow screws up and does end up shrunk and eaten... but he'll do his damndest to avoid that! He pockets his potion and antidote.]

Until then!

[He gives the ghosts a polite nod as he passes them on the way out, but they seem engrossed in their conversation. He feels pretty accomplished right now, even if the actual quest isn't completed yet. It seriously is so cool to have the right connections for messy situations like this!]

[ Frankly speaking, Bakugou knows where to find the old man. The whole sirens in the spring incident had sort of left a bad taste in his mouth. Katsuki is not the type of person that sticks his nose into other peoples' shit, but there's a lot of context that he's missing. So the blonde makes his way over the old guy's store.

It's time to confront and get some answers. Maybe some understanding. Who knows. As Katsuki steps inside, the little bell to signal a customer entering the building sounds. ]

[ He doesn't glance up when the bell tinkles. He's visible behind the counter, working steadily at a bench along the wall. The workbench is lower than the counter so it's not possible to see what he's working on without approaching.

His familiar, the dark gwiber, lifts her head to stare at Bakugou. She looks wary but she doesn't look like she's going to attack without cause. ]

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[ He's actually not looking to start trouble. Or drama. Well maybe a little drama but no violence to go with it.

But Bakugou will straight up approach the counter. ]

Oi old man.

[ Just notice him already? ]

[ Now he glances up, frowning. As soon as he sees who it is, he sighs and puts down his work. ]

Oh, it's you. What do you want?

[ The boy can't possibly be here to buy some jewellery. A potion, maybe? ]

[ Correct! On all fronts. Bakugou is not here to buy jewelry. ~~He's already gotten his ears pierced though for the hell of it~~ But he's not present to buy a potion either. ~~Bakugou can just ask Deku to make something~~

There's only one thing that he wants at the moment. ]

A conversation after you damn near killed me. Or tried to.

Oh.

[ If he doesn't look or sound terribly enthused, well, he isn't. If possible, he'd rather pretend it never happened. But of course someone would not easily forget being attacked with murderous intent. ]

And what, pray tell, is there to talk about? You survived, didn't you?

Tch!

[ This asshole... Maybe Bakugou should have left him behind! He scoffs. Arms cross over his chest. ]

You know damn well what it is. I can beat it out of you or you can actually say something because boy was it too easy to get under your damn skin in that moment.

And why do you believe 'tis any of your business to know the reason for it?

[ Stubborn kid, meet immovable wall. ]

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Because like it or not, I already know your personal business.

[ Even though they've not once acknowledged the fact that Bakugou had walked in Emet Selch's subconsciousness. ]

[ He exhales irritably and glances back to his workbench, toying with one of the tools. ]

So, what, you wish to know why I wanted to kill you? I'm afraid the answer is terribly boring: you were interfering with something I desired.

If you really wanna do this in the middle of your shop, I can.

[ But he had thought to respect your privacy in some sense. ]</small 'Cause I don't think it's boring at all.

[ He glares at Bakugou for a few moments longer. Then, with an irritated noise, he slides off his stool and makes his way to the front door. He turns the sign hanging there from 'OPEN' to 'CLOSED', adding a 'Come back in an hour' to the second hook beneath. Then he turns back to face Bakugou and jabs a finger at the stairs in the corner leading up to the private dwelling he shares. ]

We shall speak upstairs.

[ Without waiting for a reply, he marches over and heads up. ]

[ Hey old man... Bakugou is trying to respect privacy. He figures that it's necessary? Although the asshole probably also doesn't like the fact that the blonde has shared in what he's figured to be some memories that Emet Selch doesn't really want to. It is what it is though, isn't it? Not like Bakugou had wanted him to see one of his more pathetic moments either.

So he follows the guy up the stairs, hands in his pockets. It's... It's not like Katsuki is a nosy guy. He's usually the person in the background hearing things about other people and it's not like. He means to? How people can not observe Katsuki sometimes is beyond him.

However, he feels like it's gone on too long now. Almost being killed because the guy got too emotional? Yeah, the brat has questions. ]

[ The upstairs floor is quite modest in comparison to the store. The living-dining area shares open space with the small kitchen, with two rooms leading off. The doors are shut right now however, preventing any nosy glimpses inside.

Emet-Selch does not invite Bakugou to sit down. With any luck, this conversation will be over before either of them tire of standing. Accordingly, he turns around and faces the younger man, arms crossed and a deep frown on his face. ]

Well? If you want an apology for the attempt on your life then I apologise. I would rather not kill children if I can help it.

[ Yeah... Sorry about that. Bakugou isn't polite. So he's going to be sitting down anyway. Hands shoved in pockets, legs stretched out and slightly hunching. As if he's making himself completely comfortable. ]

If you can help it. [ Meaning he definitely would and probably has. But no, he didn't come here for an apology so - ] I don't give a damn about some apology. In the end, I won so it's whatever.

[ He got the old man away from the spring and the creature inside that wanted to drag them under. If anything, he should be demanding thanks. ]

You're gonna explain shit to me is what you're gonna do. Chances are I'm gonna say shit that sets you off again so I better damn well know what sort of minefield I'm walking into. You were out of your fucking mind and you know it.

[ This is is a very Bakugou way of saying "What do I need to do better?" ]

[ Rude boy. But he's come to expect that rudeness from them. He doesn't take a seat himself - it IS the middle of the day after all and he has no intention of relaxing until the store is shut for the night. ]

That was my friend, [ he growls, stalking closer and looming over Bakugou. ] A friend I haven't seen for aeons. I don't care that they were a false image - you had no right to interfere.

[ Look, he can loom all he wants. If the old man thinks that this is going to actually intimidate Bakugou, then he has another thing coming. All the teenager does is look right back up at him through blonde fringe. ]

Do you really have such a death wish that even an illusion of your friend is enough to get you jumping into its embrace?

[ Bakugou really doesn't understand that sort of nonsense. ]

Don't go losing your head, old man. It'd be pretty sad if a brat like me can keep his temper better than someone as old as you.

[ He slams his hand on the table. The dangerous light is back in his eyes, burning bright as he leans in. ]

I don't want to hear that from a child who clearly hasn't lost everything he has ever held dear - assuming you ever treasured anything in the first place!

You're right. I haven't lost shit.

[ For once he's not the one raising his voice. ]

That doesn't mean that I never will. Doesn't mean I ain't in the process of it if shit doesn't improve either. But you don't see me throwing a fucking tantrum over it either.

[ How sad is it... To fall right back into the trap. ]

Pretty strong reaction. So which one was it?

Which one? What do you mean, 'which one'? [ he spits out, drawing back with fists clenched by his sides. ] Everything! I lost everything! And I don't care if you think less of me for wanting a sliver of indulgence when the place I come from no longer exists. You wish to know how not to set me off? Then don't ever try and tell me what you think I ought to do.

Aren't you the one that's automatically thinking less of you for your special brand of bullshit here? Because I don't recall one damn word being said about it not being justifiable to want it.

[ though he thinks it's stupid to put your life on the line for a fleeting moment. Maybe if it had been the real deal, but this time? It had been a fake. A trap. Now Bakugou doesn't know about Emet Selch, but he really doesn't like his weaknesses being exposed in that fashion.

But maybe the old man is fine with it? ]

Calm the fuck down anyway. I was asking about which damn friend. Didn't look like you had all that many outside of the Convocation or what the fuck ever you people called it.

[ ~~Oh, the irony of Bakugou, of all people, telling someone else to calm down...~~

Emet-Selch continues to glare but he crosses his arms and looks away, directing his ire at some innocent corner instead. ]

...The one who isn't here. The one who left us as the calamity drew closer and closer to our city. The one who has been dead for the past several thousand years with nothing to show for their final efforts.

[ The words are spat out like a bitter curse. Odd - for such a good friend, he almost sounds like he hates them. ]

The world knew them as Azem. I knew them as one of my closest friends. They left to find a way to halt the catastrophe on our doorstep, but they never returned.

[ Yeah well... Bakugou thinks he understands the bitter tone. The old man is just that type of person. Not to mention it's probably complicated. Someone who goes off to solve a problem a different way than what you envision... That might feel like betrayal. Abandonment. ]

What? You pissed off that they didn't come back? Might not have been their fault.

No. I was disappointed that they left at all.

[ He doesn't want to talk about it. But since this boy appears as stubborn as a dog with a bone about getting answers, he decides to give them the bare minimum to satisfy their curiosity. ]

Our people were looking to us for guidance. In a time of great uncertainty, we were expected to lead. Yet not only did my friend step down from their seat, they left the city on some mad quest to find another way to halt the oncoming calamity. As if we hadn't already debated the merits of such a course. As if we hadn't almost unanimously decided upon a solution in that same forum.

[ His expression tightens. ] Even after our city fell, they never returned. I assume they died, like all the rest of our people. We left their seat and title empty for twelve thousand years.

So you see, boy, why I yearn to meet them again.

[ There's a comment he wants to make. Right there on the tip of the tongue. About how the people had been divided between wanting to leave the city to help and others wanting to leave the outside world to their own devices. He remembers that being a pretty hot topic for debate. But what if they had tried to get ahead of the calamity or whatever before it became a problem?

But he won't say it. ]

It wasn't unanimous if your friend was clearly against it. They did what they felt was right.

[ Although he can understand the feeling of someone you trust running off and doing things alone. But whatever... Neither here nor there. ]

Even if you wanted to see them again, you know it wasn't them.

I said I knew that, did I not? [ he says harshly. ] Even I desire some escapism once in a while. You wish to know what you can do differently? Then I would thank you to leave me alone next time.

[ So what if he had been dragged into the water? So what if he drowned? He cannot die enough deaths to make up for the thousands upon thousands who perished because of his failings. ]

[ He... Really should, huh? Just leave it alone... Leave the old man to just... ]

Nah. I can't do that. Believe me. I would really fucking like to leave it alone but nah.

Why? [ he snaps. ] I doubt you truly care about my life. I care nothing for yours. Is this related to-- what was it again? How I looked as though I needed saving?

[ He scoffs and waves his hand dismissively. ]

You're rather too late for that if so.

Doesn't matter if you give a shit about mine or not. You don't really seem to care about yours so someone probably should.

[ Not that Bakugou is a great guy. However he knows more about this asshole than what's probably right or fair. Someone who thinks that they have to carry some goddamn burden alone - to the point where they don't think of their own damn lives.

Yeah, he knows this guy has done some pretty heinous shit. Bakugou doesn't know why all this fucking matters to him either. Maybe because of those stupid subconscious dreams they shared. ]

[ He glowers a little while longer at Bakugou. They're right - he doesn't particularly care about his own life these days. Only his thin promise to certain people keeps him waking up each day (to say nothing of Hythlodaeus himself). ]

I don't need you - or anyone else - to care about my life. Especially not a mortal. No amount of explaining will help you comprehend what it's like to live for as long as I have. If I wish to die then that is my own damn choice.

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Yeah well... Tough shit. You're not the one that gets to decide that sort of thing.

[ But notice that he's not begging the old man to explain it to him. To help Bakugou really to understand what it is like. There's no way he really can, even if he had experienced it in part. It's still not his life. Hasn't spent eons longing for something that has long since passed. ]

Imma do what Imma do. That's all there is to it.

Fine.

[ This is not an argument he's going to win. He stomps off to the kitchenette, opening cupboards, carelessly creating noise where he needn't.

He wishes his life were his own, he thinks furiously. He wishes that none of them were here to stop him from taking it, to make him feel guilty about even entertaining the thought of abandoning life without them. ]

If you plan to sit there all day then tell me what you cannot eat - or don't. 'Tis all the same to me.

[ Oh it's definitely not. Bakugou's simply going to do what he wants regardless of what this old man has to say on the matter. Though it is a little surprising that he... Is going to accept that?

Though it would be interesting for Katsuki to know that this old shit has had similar issues with others here. ]

So what? First you're pissed off and then you're asking me in a roundabout, dismissive way what I'll eat?

Stubborn boy. I would prefer you leave, actually.

[ Bakugou isn't the first immovable wall he has had to navigate around and he probably won't be the last. ]

Since I suspect you won't even if I say so, I am going to make my midday repast.

I only came here to talk and shit. Not bother you to the point of throwing some mediocre meal my way.

[ Pushing himself up now. For real though, he's not inviting himself for anything other than conversation. The old man obliged. Katsuki's made his intentions known. That's all there really is to it.

No need to push further. ]

Hmph. Be on your way then.

[ He makes a dismissive, shooing motion with one hand without looking, focused on his task. If he could, he would like to forget that whole siren episode ever happened. The reminder leaves him feeling sour and he rattles around the kitchen with much more noise than usual. ]

[Yeah, she doesn't mind leaving a voice mail sometime after this conversation occurs.]

This is Dr. Kimishima. I'm calling you in regards to a patient I've taken on, Gokudera on behalf of Midoriya. If you could, call me back and we can discuss details further.

[ He ends up calling back in the early evening, after closing up his shop. ]

Greetings. A doctor, are you? I take it this isn't about his health.

[ Since Gokudera would probably just go straight to him for medicine if that were the case. ]

[And she's able to answer.]

That would be correct. You're already aware of his particular situation. One which he would like removed.

[At least since Gokudera recommended she contact him.]

I am. He was entertaining the idea of shrinking himself to escape the collar around his throat. Is he ready to make the attempt then?

Yes, he is. He's currently heading out to speak to the Archivist about recent incidents, and we'll be scheduling an appointment for one final test before the removal process. I'll be the attending healer.

I wanted to ask, what's the current alternatives should shrinking him not work?

I hadn't considered alternatives. If it fails then he dies - or so he has led me to believe. If that should happen then I can communicate with his spirit and arrange to reunite it with his body.

Hm... well, if we go that route, let me put his body back together. And if we need to trade off keeping him animated, so be it.

[Of course, this was hypothetical... and Plan Z. They don't want to jump to Z.]

We'll be examining the window of time he'll actually have once he returns. If it's slow enough, we should take the chance to force it off.

'Tis a very small window of opportunity. He shall have to move quickly. I presume you have a plan to whisk away the collar?

A few, but I'll have something more concrete once I see it in-person.

You've yet to see it for yourself?

No. Midoriya didn't have a photo when he came in. Meanwhile, I've only spoken to Gokudera over the phone and its implied multiple functions. Sounded fairly hi-tech, but fingerprint readers aren't that advanced these days. If it hadn't been so long, we would be able to replicate the print and take the collar off that way. Still, going between worlds would complicate that too.

Ah, I see. Well, given that it seems ready to kill him should it be tampered with, 'tis best to be swift and decisive about its removal. You may want to do this away from the city just in case.

[Walter sends the text late at night. His inverted sleeping hours mean he's wide awake. He isn't sure if Emet-Selch is, too. Most people aren't. But something has been weighing on the boy's mind.]

Are you up?

[A moment's pause, and he follows it up with another text.]

It's Walter.

[ He isn't, but the phone's repeated chime rouses him unwillingly from slumber.

As such, he sends only a monosyllabic reply. ]

What?

Have you ever encountered something that devoured souls before?

I figured, since you're not mortal, you might know about that sort of thing. Or, at least, you'd understand more.

[Than most of the others here, that is.]

Most people here are just obsessed with that dragon that torched Celliwig.

There are many such creatures where I am from. You are speaking of that golem which nearly advanced upon Camelot, I presume?

The giant golem that ceased to move in the Forest of the Felled, yes.

Creatures which consume souls, in my experience, are the sort who require immense amounts of energy in order to function. Unless souls are different here, they ought to contain the greatest concentration of such energy and thus make ideal fodder for a golem.

I've already taken steps to research it. I and another boy actually managed to uncover a small bit of information about it when we went to the Archivist not long after the incidents happened.

I'm still working on it.

[Half a minute later, another message comes through.]

It still bothers me though.

[ At this point he has given up on trying to sleep. He rouses himself - careful not to wake Hythlodaeus - and plods to the kitchen for some water. ]

How so? We consume the lives of other creatures for our existences as well.

It is one thing for the body to die. That sort of death is to be expected. All mortals die, and even immortals are not invulnerable to death. But the soul continues to exist even beyond that death. It's the one part of us with any potential for permanence.

Yet so many here seem more obsessed with physical danger and death than the dissolution of the soul.

It feels backwards to me.

Ah, I see. The death of the soul troubles you.

[ He sighs to himself and rubs his eyes. The light from the device makes him squint and he's drowsy besides. ]

You are not wrong to feel that way. In my world, when the soul is consumed in such a way, it is denied entry into Lifestream. It is effectively a true death for the individual as their aether is absorbed by the consuming creature. But when said creature dies, its aether scatters and the souls return to the Lifestream once more. In this way, I believe, we are reborn.

I cannot say for certain how new souls are created. 'Tis the work of forces beyond my ken, a gift from the star itself - the one thing that my people could never recreate on their own.

This golem they call the Stone Giant might be a part of a greater race of Elemental Giants. It is an ancient being said to have come from a time before afterlives were established, and is said to pull the souls of the dead into the River of Lost Souls. The souls then slowly lose their sense of self, cease to exist as separate entities, and are transformed into raw energy to be put back into the universe.

That is what I have uncovered so far. That, and that it might be here under the goddess Morganna's graces.

Seeing how she has the means to resurrect the dead, that somehow does not surprise me. Whether her designs are for good or ill, however, remains to be seen.

That said, if such is truly how the giant functions, it seems you have no cause for worry. All is returned to the world in time - souls included.

Do you really think a soul can be reconstructed even if it is dissolved?

What you need to understand, boy, is that the soul is not simply some finite amount of aether to be consumed. It simply transfers its energy elsewhere and returns to the aetherial sea upon release. Those souls will find their way back into new life again. I am sure of it.

Thank you for the explanation. I won't keep you any longer.

Good night.

If aught still worries you then you may call upon me during daylight hours.

Good night.

[After the snowstorm hits, it becomes rather more difficult to travel to and from shops. But Walter has plans, and he isn't about to let a little snow get in the way of what he wants to accomplish. So he crawls through the tunnels dug by the Lestari peoples, making his way to Polydegmon's Lapidiary and Brew.

Clad in a black wool pea coat, a white scarf wrapped around his neck and shoulders, fingers kept warm by the gloves Chang Geng made for him, and his magic mask covering his mouth and nose, Walter is as prepared as he can be for going out, considering he left his cloak at home.

It takes him a touch longer than he would like to arrive; with all the snow, navigation is a bit tricky. But, he does eventually arrive, and before the posted closing time, at that.

Hopefully Emet-Selch still has his shop open. But, just in case, he delivers a cautious knock to the door, watching for any movement within... at least, as much as the weather-frosted glass allows.]

[ The shop is quiet, empty of customers when Walter knocks. Emet-Selch ends up coming to the door and opening it a crack, allowing a cold gust of air to wash through the interior. He quickly opens it further and impatiently ushers Walter inside. ]

Get in, get in. Hurry up!

[ He shuts the door after Walter but the chill continues to linger. ]

[Ever limber, Walter is swift in making it inside.]

I take it the power is out for you, too.

[Fortunately, Walter is well-dressed enough that the chill does not bother him.]

Yes.

[ Shivering, he quickly steps further into the shop where warmth yet lingers. A candle in its holder waits on the main counter offering feeble brightness. ]

Why are you here in such atrocious weather?

I've come into possession of a significant quantity of labradorite. I remembered what you said about your shop, so I came.

[Striding over to the counter, Walter reaches into the satchel slung across his body.]

As for why that couldn't wait... Well, a certain someone has decided to host a formal ball of sorts at the beginning of next month, and I want to take advantage of that to raise funds for charity. I figured dangling something shiny and potentially useful for magic would do the trick.

[That said, he pulls out a slab of labradorite roughly the size of the satchel itself, and sets it on the counter.]

I have over two-hundred more of those with me right now.

[ As if the giant hunk of labradorite isn't shocking enough, the mention of two-hundred of the things has him looking up sharply and staring. ]

Why in the heavens do you have such excess?

[Gesturing with an open hand as he recounts his circumstances, Walter continues.]

There's a lot of it on Lotus Pod Mountain.

As for why I took so much, it's supposedly useful for those with blood magic. Something useful for more than just decoration might fetch a good price... and with how we're running the soup kitchen for the refugees, having a little extra on hand financially seemed like a good idea.

[That said, he drops his hand back to his side.]

I suppose it really was a good idea, considering we now have a need to find proper winter clothing for a god or two...

...I see.

[ He leans in and starts to inspect the contents of the sack. This is far more than he could ever hope to sell in a month. But if he releases pieces in a controlled manner... ]

You need a piece to auction off for charity then? I would be willing to create something with one of these - or several.

That's the plan.

[Tempt the inebriated and the amorous wanting to show off for each other with shiny baubles, and get money to purchase sustenance for those in need. Maybe even some supplies.]

What rates do you charge?

For charity? Nothing. You have brought me more than enough to make up for it.

[ He waves his hand over the sack, shaking his head. ]

I am not a greedy man. Have you an idea for the setting or design of your trinket?

...Something evoking nature, perhaps? I've noticed they go to quite the extent to respect the natural world here.

[They'll even build buildings around trees--with the tree sticking up out of the middle of it! It's quite the sight, really.]

[ Taking out a notepad, he begins to sketch a few cursory ideas. ]

If I use green to complement the blue, I can evoke the river flowing between two banks. If you were to find someone appropriate to enchant both types of stone, I imagine its appeal would increase.

Is it possible to enchant them for longer periods of time? I've been experimenting with enchantments using my own magic, but anything I can manage is far from permanent...

[Chang Geng might be interested in enchanting items with healing magic... especially if it ends up beneficial to Gu Yun. Perhaps he ought to bring up the idea to him...]

I imagine with practice they would last longer. Perhaps you should seek out a more advanced local practitioner. As an alchemist and death mage, there is very little I can do aside from work together with whoever you choose to enchant the trinket.

[ That is, imbuing the charm with magic as he performs the alchemy. ]

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[It's a solid idea. He'll have to look into it. Even if he doesn't find one in enough time for the masquerade, it would be worthwhile knowing who to go to the next time something like that is needed.]

There's even less to do with kinetic magic on that front.

[Perhaps one could enchant a heavy object to make it easier to wield? He hasn't had the specific need to try that one out. He's strong, and his preferred weapons are light-weight despite their absurd length.]

I've mostly been working with death magic when it comes to practicing enchantments.

I suppose you could enchant it with a ward against the undead. I shall leave the final decision up to you, but do try to decide before I create the thing, yes? It must be woven into the alchemical process to be truly effective.

Now that's an idea!

[A good one, too. And one that probably wouldn't have naturally dawned on him, as used to being around the undead as he is.

As often as the wards have been breaking around the Land of Rot, someone would undoubtedly appreciate such an enchantment.]

You really have a good head for this sort of thing.

[ He gives Walter something of a startled look. One that is quickly obscured as he shrugs. ]

I'm sure you would have arrived at the same idea eventually. Were there any other requests you had? If not then I should like to be left alone to start work on this piece.

[It's... a curious reaction, to say the least. But Walter decides not to make a big deal of it.]

No. This is more than enough. Just let me know when you'd like the rest of the labradorite. I'll drop by and put it wherever you like.

Why don't you bring the rest when you come to collect your finished piece? I'm not likely to need such a quantity of stone before then.

[ And it is comforting to view it as something akin to a transaction that way. ]

That's fine by me.

[An efficient use of time. He can appreciate that.]

I'll take my leave then. Have a good one.

[As good a day as one can have in this weather.

Still, he offers a small wave as he retreats, slipping out the door, and quickly closing it behind him.

It's bloody cold, after all.]

List of preferred flavors. Yours and your shitty partner's.

Now.

Why in Zodiark's name do you need something like that?

Not answering questions at the moment Stripes.

Only asking them.

Fine.

If you speak of candied sweets, I have ever been partial to grape. If you speak of desserts, my preferences are bitter chocolate and coffee. If instead you refer to drinks, red wine or, again, coffee.

My partner on the other hand enjoys all manner of sweet things but I have observed a preference towards citrus.

There you go. Was that really so damn hard?

You would be a bitter chocolate and coffee sort of asshole.

Is there a problem with that?

Pretty sure I eluded to the fact it's predictable. Not really problematic.

Hmph. Are you going to tell me why you need our preferences now?

Nah. If you're half as smart as you think you are then it should be easy to figure out.

If you intend this as a Starlight gift then don't expect anything in return. I have better things to do than think of new gifts every turn of the year.

The fuck is "Starlight?"

A yearly celebration during the sixth umbral moon. I believe you call it 'December'.

Why you call it 'december' when it is the twelfth month eludes me.

It did used to be the tenth month. Like some fuckers decided about a couple thousand years ago to changed. Don't know why. Don't care.

[ Bakugou might be more of a bookworm than anyone might really guess okay? ]

What I'm getting here is that you're celebrating what, exactly? Some kind of solstice?

[ Using that terminology probably isn't helping with that... ]

[ An interesting little fact. He's somewhat curious but not enough to ask after it. ]

It isn't my people's celebration. No, I understand it takes place on the coldest nights of the year but it does not celebrate the solstice. 'Twas a tradition which began centuries ago during the beginnings of the war between the people of Ishgard and the dragons. Children who were left homeless by dragon attacks on their homes would be taken in secretly by knights and sheltered in the barracks.

Some years later, those selfsame children would dress in the red uniforms of those knights and hand out gifts to other children in the hope of spreading the same generosity and kindness.

[ Well that had started out a little dark. But that's kind of how most things go, right? Grim and unpleasant beginnings made brighter or whatever?

Though before this a war between people and dragons would have been laughable. Now Bakugou is just taking that in stride and accepting it as fact. ]

Well shit. That's a lot more wholesome than what I had thought.

Seriously. What he actual fuck.

What did you think it was? A celebration of conquest?

[ Well no, he doesn't. Not since the old man had said this isn't "his" holiday. ]

Cheesy is what I was going for. Commercialized.

Unlike the merchants of Ul'dah, the Ishgardians are a pious, god-fearing sort. They are generous and predisposed to charity...within their own.

That may be somewhat unkind to say now I suppose. They only recently emerged from their fortress of a city.

[ Within their own, huh? So they aren't really all that generous is what Katsuki is thinking. ]

Again, a bunch of places that don't really mean anything to me.

But I get it, I guess. Christmas is a jumble of shit thrown together. It doesn't even remotely originate in my country, but whatever. Still ended up as a popular holiday and an excuse for couples and families to be together.

What are the origins of your 'Christmas' then? I can describe Ishgard for you in return. A city of knights and dragons...surely a bombastic boy like you would enjoy tales of it?

Sounds more like Deku's sort of shit. Not mine.

[ It's his too. He's interested. ]

In my country it was introduced like it has been to every single one that isn't European. Through some evangelical guy came preaching his religion. So it's been an off and on again thing for maybe the last several hundred years? Then I don't know. Successful ad campaign for fried chicken suddenly made it popular. Now it's this big old holiday for couples and eating an excess amount of fried chicken. You have to order that shit a month in advance.

I think other countries focus on the gift giving and singing shit? There's a lot about some mythical guy that flies around the world in a single night and delivers coal to bad kids and gifts to good ones.

[ Good thing Bakugou can't see the look of utter 'wtf' on his face. ]

You are telling me that your country, specifically, celebrates a religious holiday as a time to eat copious amounts of fried meat?

I guess when you put it like that it sounds really fucking dumb.

Which it is.

I take it your countrymen have forgotten the festival's traditional, religious roots then.

Well, so long as they are happy it matters not I suppose. Have you ever received coal during this time?

[ It doesn't sound like a joke coming from him but it absolutely is. Just a tiny one. ]

If you wanna get technical and shit, it's not my country's religion. At least it didn't originate in Japan.

[ BUT HEY WAIT A MINUTE ]

THE FUCK YOU TRYING TO SAY ABOUT COAL

Nothing at all. Only...your foul mouth would suggest that at some point you must have received coal from this elusive man of myth, no?

[ :') ]

Maybe I would have. If I actually believed that the fucker was real.

Spoilers? I don't.

Oh? In my world, there is a philanthropist who dresses as the Saint to deliver gifts. Does no-one do the same in your country or is that one of the religious practices you eschewed?

No? I mean he's not real. It's just a tale parents tell their brats and then they grow out of it.

How disappointing. Where I'm from, a wealthy philanthropist makes a point of playing the role of the Saint each year and visiting the children of Eorzea. 'Tis quite charming to observe.

Must be really something if you're "charmed" by the whole thing.

[ Kinda finding that funny! ]

He oft roams about the land near naked as his nameday you see. 'Tis one of the few times he dons an outfit.

Near

Naked

What

Naked as his nameday.

Sadly I had not the time to follow his exploits. I have a feeling 'twould have provided entertainment to last a few decades.

Why the fuck was he running around naked!?

THERE'S NO REASON TO EVER DO THAT!????

Oh? Have you never felt restricted by your mortal flesh and felt the overwhelming urge to shed all?

NOT OUT IN PUBLIC WHEN IT'S NOT APPROPRIATE TO

[ but this also means that he might have run around naked in front of people when it is appropriate to ]

Perhaps you should try it sometime. That temper ought to have an outlet.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?

WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT????

I am saying that ripping off your shirt and screaming your lungs out in the brisk morning air could be quite therapeutic.

Okay so let's see you do it then

Who says I haven't already? Training a legion in the frigid northern mountains is not easy work, you know.

Not sure that I'd use an example of a time where you were actively promoting a form of fascism but whatever.

I'll have you know that the Temple Knights of Ishgard make their men sit in freezing cold pools of water as part of endurance training. However, since the frozen climes of northern Ilsabard make this impossible, I simply had my men do their morning drills half-dressed.

[ Not during the really cold days though, of course. ]

Cold is cold is cold. What difference does it make?

Doesn't change what I just said.

It builds character.

Ah, could it be that you have a secret fondness for naked men? You should have said so earlier. I suppose I will have to strip now.

First of fucking all, it’s not “men” if it’s only one person.

Secondly, it’s not exactly a goddamn secret.

Lastly, ain’t no way am I ever gonna wanna see your old saggy ass strip down

No? But you said you wanted to see me set an example. Don't be coy now.

I CHANGED MY FUCKING MIND

[ Hmm, what is it that Hythlodaeus does when he wants to be annoying? Ah, yes-- ]

:)

[ Yeah and Katsuki isn't going to respond that.

Weird old man ]

At some point during the debates - if such a word, beloved by their people, could be applied to the arguing on the network, - Hythlodaeus couldn't take it anymore. Hades's grief, anger, disappointment - and the way he only drowns himself in all those things further, throwing himself deeper into rage and despair. There is nothing to be gained from these exchanges, Hythlodaeus knows, and so after a little while he makes his way over to Hades's side, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hades."

His voice is quiet and gentle, purposefully so - hopefully a means to draw his attention away from his accursed phone (and if Hythlodaeus had the opportunity, he would likely hide the device for the next moon or ten).

He reluctantly tears his eyes away from the device, only to look away again quickly when he meets Hythlodaeus' worried gaze. He knows what the other man is going to say. He cannot help himself though - his anger has no outlet save for vicious words and an ill mood. Why? Why are mortals constantly like this...?

"What?" he asks tersely.

They've known each other long enough that Hythlodaeus, too, can tell how his friend is going to react to his words. And so rather than come out with an outright answer he gives Hades a smile before looking over to the window.

"'Tis a fine day. Are you certain you wish to stay cooped up inside?"

He drags his gaze towards the window. A thin layer of snow rests upon much of the city but it is an otherwise clear day. Cold, bracing weather, but nowhere near as cold as the northern mountains of Ilsabard.

Like Hythlodaeus, he understands the implication. 'Hades, let's take a walk to clear your head.'

He fiddles with his device, runs his thumb along the edge of the case. Eventually he bites his lip and bows his head.

"Fine..." He sets his phone aside and starts to stand. "I need to dress more warmly before we go out."

Internally, Hythlodaeus breathes out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he was not entirely certain that Hades wouldn't lash out - or simply refuse to go out for one reason or another. But it's heartening to see that he seems to understand he needs a break.

"Certainly. And if you wish, we can stop by somewhere to buy hot drinks. Some mulled wine, mayhap?"

He nods wordlessly. Mulled wine, coffee - anything hot would be welcome on a day like today.

Disappearing into their room, he quickly throws on a thicker, sturdier coat over his current attire. He cannot help stewing over the arguments he had incited as he does up the buttons, but when he eventually re-emerges, he looks a little bit less incensed.

"I'm ready."

Once again Hythlodaeus feels a pang of relief at seeing his friend reappear, seemingly a little more collected. He is rather well aware that Hades likes to get lost in his own head, oftentimes to his detriment.

"Ah, handsome as ever," he replies with a hint of mischief, reaching out to take his partner's arm. "Mayhap we could get you one of those big scarves they sell here? You would look precious, I'm certain."

He rolls his eyes as he walks them both to the stairs that descend into the store (and by extension, the front door).

"As long as it isn't 'cute' or exorbitantly priced, 'Daeus, I will wear whatever scarf you choose."

Is that...him trusting Hythlodaeus' judgement? Good heavens.

Predictably, Hythlodaeus lights up at that - in part, yes, because it's a way to distract his friend, but also because of the sheer freedom of the statement.

"Whatever I choose?"

He manages to work up a wan smile. It will mean trouble, he knows, but somehow he cannot find it in him to snap at his friend. Seeing the other man smile...it is a reminder that a promise of home awaits him.

"Whatever you choose."

"My! What is a man to do but swoon at such display of trust and affection?" Hythlodaeus laughs, leaning onto Hades's shoulder playfully - but for all his mischievous demeanour, he is not ungrateful. And while he certainly will pick out something terrible that still does not violate the rules his friend has set, there is also an opportunity to give a sincere gift there, as well.

"Ah, speaking of which - Irhya has invited me to go clothes shopping with her."

"Did she now? She has an impeccable sense of aesthetics. Mayhap she'll finally put you in some decent clothing so that I'll be less embarrassed being seen walking with you."

He doesn't mean it of course. How Hythlodaeus (or anyone) chooses to dress is a distant consideration.

After letting them out of the shop, Hades pauses to lock the door. The cold, winter air immediately assaults him, warded off for the most part by his coat. He turns back once he's done, glancing up at his friend.

"Where to...?"

Hythlodaeus only laughs in response to the quip, lightly nudging Hades in the ribs.

"Is that so? You do not have enough trust in my ability to embarrass you, my dear Agesandros. I've plenty of other ways to make being my partner unbearable, as you well know."

When Hades locks the door Hythlodaeus does not answer right away, instead spreading his arms and taking a deep breath of the frosty air - theatrically so. Unbeknownst to Hades, it's a way for Hythlodaeus to give himself a little time to think as he ponders over a destination to choose - he doesn't want to come across something that would bring Hades's grim thoughts back.

"Why not simply the park? The trees are quite beautiful under the coat of snow."

"The park, then."

He offers his arm to Hythlodaeus. "Do not breathe so deeply of the cold air. If it were any colder, you might hurt yourself."

He takes that arm happily, leaning onto his partner.

"Hmm? Now that sounds as though you speak from experience."

"It is." He starts towards the nearest park, not in any great hurry. "In Garlemald, the winters can grow so harsh that the air seems to freeze in your lungs. Many have fallen ill simply from staying outside overlong."

"... Goodness." The information, indeed, is a little harsher than Hythlodaeus expected. "I assume they had little means to warm themselves?"

"Initially. But then the people discovered the rich ceruleum fields that lay beneath the ice. It provided the fuel they needed to maintain their fires during the longest nights." He watches the path ahead as he speaks. "They had such strong wills to live in spite of the hardships they faced. How could I leave them alone?"

Briefly, Hythlodaeus wonders if this is a good topic, given how upset Hades was about mortals earlier - but at the same time, he often speaks of the Garleans with fondness. Perhaps a reminder of the better side of humanity is what he needs right now.

"You did always seem to prize stubbornness, even when away from me and Azem."

Though it's a quip much like a lot of their remarks to one another, it's also a tacit encouragement to elaborate more on the nature of the people Hades ended up leading.

"Hmph. Someone needed to curb your flights of whimsy."

He interlaces his fingers with Hythlodaeus', squeezing gently. "They endured eight hundred years in that harsh land before I decided to shape them into a military force. Though they lacked any sort of control over aether, they built a city amongst the peaks. Sometimes I would look over it as their emperor and feel as though I was home again..."

He trails off, expression dimming. "I suppose it will have been razed by now during the war of succession."

Hythlodaeus does not quite reply to that last part - the more violent ways of the mortals are still a mystery and a shock to him, nor does he want his friend to dwell once more on cruelty and suffering.

"Selfishly, I cannot help wondering if that lack of proficiency with aether did not remind you of me. Though you might oft grumble, you've always had the urge to take others under your wing."

"You have aether, Hythlodaeus, and you know how to use it. You simply chose not to." He eyes his friend in tired exasperation. "Do not downplay your potential. Please."

You were not useless.

"But if I do not, how am I to have you do things in my stead?" he replies jokingly, bumping his shoulder against Hades's gently.

"That aside... would you tell me more of the Garleans?"

He wrinkles his nose even as his heart flutters happily. Silly fool. But as ever, he is willing to indulge.

"They were once farmers occupying the warm, southern region of the continent of Ilsabard," he explains. "Their lands were fertile. Despite not possessing the ability to utilise aether, they eked out a humble living tending the fields. But their neighbours, jealous of their prosperity and disdainful of their inability to wield aether, drove them further and further north until they had no choice but to settle in the frigid and barren mountains.

"They had fought every step of the way of course, but without any meaningful way to combat the native magic of the other races, they were left to scrounge for what they could in the harshest region of the land. With their discovery of ceruleum - a type of fuel formed of aether liquefied underground - I was able to set them on a path towards technological dominance."

Hythlodaeus nods carefully, not commenting on the animosity between the races - that's still a strange and confusing subject to him, and not one he wants to explore right now.

"Oh? I confess, it's surprising to hear you took an interest in advancing technology. 'Tis not quite your field of expertise, is it?"

"There were only three of us capable of remembering anything," he says with a sigh. "Though it was more like two at times. I had to learn to take on the others' roles."

And then when Lahabrea had died... He shakes the thought out of his mind and leans against Hythlodaeus.

"They developed new disciplines of medicine. With surgery, one could recover from nigh on any physical illness."

He smiles softly as Hades leans on him, and then moves to give him a quick kiss on the cheek - a brief touch of warmth among the winter's chill.

"That sounds like a worthwhile pursuit. And all by a people with no access to magicks... Were you at the helm for those developments as well?"

"I was the one who gave them the idea to develop the ceruleum engine which they would then use to power war machina. It was enough to give them the edge in battle," he murmurs. He hadn't enjoyed warfare, but seeing the Garlean people finally standing tall with hope in their eyes...how could he not feel moved?

... Ah, and it still comes down to this. Hythlodaeus sighs internally, but decides not to dwell on it overmuch.

"Did you enjoy leading them?"

Did he? He shifts a little more securely into Hythlodaeus' side as they slowly walk.

"...Yes," he eventually says softly. "For the first decade or so, I did."

Hythlodaeus can only guess what happened after that first decade, but right now he would much rather focus on what good Hades can remember.

"Tell me some of your fonder memories. It heartens me to know you yet found some happiness in that world."

He falls silent as he tries to remember more pleasant times. They are always moments, brief and fleeting, like the lives he lived amongst the people. Not like the long stretches of fondness he recalls in the unsundered world...

"I... When I was newly crowned emperor of Garlemald, I would sit with the soldiers around the fire and eat with them during campaigns. Such was their reverence for me that they named the soup we ate that night in my honour." A pause. "The people also named a park after me - after Solus. Despite being a military nation, I couldn't bear seeing children without somewhere to play. In Solus' later years, there was a playwright whom I favoured with my patronage; I gifted him an airship so that he might take his talent to the rest of Ilsabard and beyond."

Hythlodaeus chuckles quietly, glancing over to his friend with unconcealed fondness.

"Ah... that is so much like you, Hades. For all your shyness, you've always cared for people so deeply."

Even those he ostensibly despised - much as he scorns mortals, the Garleans were mortal, too. Hythlodaeus wonders if Hades has ever thought about the fact.

He flushes pink and draws the collar of his coat higher. "I am not shy... I am private."

Lengthening his stride, he tugs Hythlodaeus on at a more brisk pace. "Here, we're nearly there. See?"

Hythlodaeus chuckles to himself, following. It's sweet that Hades seems to think that arriving at their destination will somehow stop Hythlodaeus from his antics.

"That we are. But am I really not allowed a little more time to adore my bonded?"

Mouth set in a mulish line, he steps in close and rises on tiptoe to kiss Hythlodaeus' cheek.

"You can adore me all you like at home. Now come. I would like that hot drink you promised me."

He grins in response, squeezing Hades's hand.

"I'll hold you to that, then. And, hmm... I believe there was a stall over there." He points down a path - and indeed, in the distance there's a darker shape of a small shop. "Their drinks are quite delightful, by all accounts - though as with many things here, you are like to find magical ingredients in them. Hopefully naught too unusual, hmm?"

"Hopefully."

He wanders down the path with Hythlodaeus by his side, casting his gaze over the list of available beverages.

"Let's buy one to share, shall we? Or do you have your own preference?"

Though there were indeed his own ideas Hythlodaeus had, the thought of sharing a beverage is a rather more fun one. He grins in response, then looks over to the list as well.

"Oh, I would certainly love to share one... assuming you are fine with such an obvious display of our closeness."

Said as though they didn't walk here arm in arm.

He rolls his eyes, elbowing his friend (gently, for him).

"We are holding hands, you kissed me on the cheek but moments ago, and we bear matching rings. Don't embarrass me further."

Of course, the correct response is to put his head on Hades's shoulder, even if it's a little awkward with the height difference.

"Now that sounds like a challenge to me, Agesandros."

"How could you possibly be more embarrassing?" he asks indignantly. He eyes Hythlodaeus out of the corner of his eye, wary but (notably) not pulling away.

He feels like he's going to regret asking this.

A fine question, if a dangerous one for Hades himself. Hythlodaeus smirks smugly, takes both his friend's hands in his own for a few moments as he positions himself before Hades... and then gets down on one knee, disregarding the snow, and begins to recite - a love poem in the Ancient tongue. Though the words would be unfamiliar to passersby, the tenderness and affection in Hythlodaeus's voice (which he does not particularly bother to lower) are obvious enough to make it clear what's going on.

Too shocked initially to stop the other man, he's forced to watch (and listen) with increasing horror as Hythlodaeus recites the poem in full hearing of everyone else at the beverage stand. His face grows even redder than it already has from the cold, and by the end of it he's desperately trying to tug Hythlodaeus back to his feet.

He can't bear to see the looks on everyone else's faces right now. He wants to shrivel into the ground.

"Alright - alright you have quite made your point! Please, stop," he hisses.

Though he did start reciting it in earnest, by the end of the poem Hythlodaeus struggles not to laugh, amused by his friend's embarrassment and attempts to pull him up so as to end the spectacle sooner. He gives in (this time), getting up with a laugh and a big grin on his face.

"Come now, I was merely answering your question! But I do admit 'tis adorable how you blush so."

He sniffs, face still exceedingly red, and turns in towards Hythlodaeus so that his face is mostly hidden from the onlookers.

"Choose your damned drink and let's find somewhere to sit down that is well away from here."

Hythlodaeus chuckles, leaning in quickly to give Hades a peck on the cheek before he can protest.

"As you wish, stars of my life. Now, what should I get..."

He turns to the stand, apparently completely unaffected by his own display of mushy feelings, and studies the menu for a while. Though he would like to get something more outlandish, he does know that Hades will likely need a brief break from his antics.

"Would you still prefer to share a drink?"

Grumbling to himself, he lifts his gaze to the menu.

"I am of a mind to deny you that privilege after that display," he grouses. "You incorrigible fool."

Hythlodaeus smiles to himself - he knows Hades well enough to be fully aware that the grousing means the gesture did touch his heart. But it doesn't hurt to play along a little.

"Oh my... I shall be on my best behaviour from here on, then. Or should I expect some punishment once we return?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" He says it off-hand, but then he suddenly realises that he can punish Hythlodaeus. Two can play this game of public embarrassment.

Glancing upwards at his friend, he says in a perfectly clear and carrying voice, "I am of a mind to tie you to our bed and hear your sweet voice begging me for release."

It has the desired effect: Hythlodaeus goes red, staring at his friend - his lover - wide-eyed. Even after all this time he sometimes finds it hard to remember how shameless Hades can be in certain aspects, despite his usual and still-present shyness. It takes him a moment or two to regain his composure; then he clears his throat, closing his eyes briefly. Loath as he is to lose...

"W-Well, that is certainly flattering. But you are right, we should continue such conversations somewhere more... private. I fear the poor stand worker has enough worries on their mind even without our demonstrations."

Enjoy your victory (?).

His lips curve faintly. Mood much buoyed by the small victory, he orders a large mug of spiced wine for them to share. The vendor seems to be more than glad to send them on their way.

With drink in hand, Hades starts off in search of a bench not covered in snow. "'Tis nice to know you are capable of blushing, 'Daeus."

Hythlodaeus offers the vendor a brief apologetic smile and a bow as they leave. While he is mostly shameless, it's not as though he's inconsiderate of others.

Hades's words almost make him purse his lips briefly, but almost immediately he finds a way to turn it to his advantage... if it can be called that.

"My, my! Simply because it takes you quite a bit of effort to make me blush does not mean I am incapable of it."

"Shall I be more crude in public then? Is that your...'kink', as they called it in Duplicity?"

He smirks more openly at his friend.

He raises his eyebrows in response.

"Now, I can only guess what that word might mean."

What's a kink, most reverent Emet-Selch, please enlighten him.

Gladly, o best friend.

"A kink is a form of foreplay or sexual play that you are quite partial to. You may enjoy being bound with restraints, or being humiliated in public, or even having sex in public. Such are only a few examples of what they are."

Well, at least he can still pretend his face is red from the cold. Right? Right.

"You've certainly learned a great deal in that city, my dear Architect. And I imagine you've had plenty of chances to discover what you are partial to, hmm?"

He lifts an eyebrow, nonchalant. "And what if I have?"

Finding a clean bench, he takes a seat whilst carefully hding their warm drink and then...pats his lap. Yep, you saw correctly, Hyth. He is asking that you sit on his lap.

Hythlodaeus blinks a couple of times, a disbelieving grin on his face. Is he really?.. Yes. Apparently, yes.

But though it's surprising, it's not like Hythlodaeus has anything against the idea, and there's no reason to let Hades have the upper hand. With a playful smile, he shrugs and then sits down in Emet's lap, winding his arms around his friend's neck - as much as he's able to, with both of them wearing winter clothes.

"I would have taken this to mean that you are partial to flaunting me in public... if you hadn't gotten so flustered merely because I read you a poem. One that others would not be able to understand, mark you."

"You went down on one knee as if you were proposing all over again. Anyone would have understood the intent even if they did not understand the words."

Hythlodaeus being a head taller does make this somewhat awkward, but he manages to nuzzle his partner's neck and hold up the mug for the man to take a sip from.

He smiles, dipping his head to take a sip. It is quite awkward physically, but at the same time Hythlodaeus can't help but bask in the affection and the peacefulness of the situation, not to mention the relief he feels at having distracted Hades enough. Though the air is cold, the drink is hot, outside warmth to mirror the inner one.

"Mayhap so, but is that truly any less embarrassing than talking about tying me to the bed or having me sit in your lap?"

"Sometimes, 'Daeus, there is more worth in silence than in speech," he retorts. He takes a sip of the wine after his friend, letting the wine linger on his tongue before he swallows. "But in bed I do enjoy hearing your voice raised in exaltation towards me. 'Tis how I know I have your full, undivided attention."

Smiling smugly, he offers the mug back to Hythlodaeus.

Once again there's a deeper red hue to Hythlodaeus's cheeks than readily justifiable by the cold, but he still refuses to give up. He takes the cup, nonchalantly turning it slightly so that when he drinks it's from the same spot Hades did.

"Mm... I am uncertain if I should be flattered or worried that you think my attention can be on aught else other than you when we are together."

Cheeky. He expects it though, so it doesn't fluster him much. Instead he rests his chin on Hythlodaeus' shoulder and wraps an arm about his friend's waist.

"I remember you as being fickle and capricious. Can you blame me for feeling jealous at how easily you befriend those you meet?" he murmurs.

Ah. The subject of such jealousy is still a somewhat strange one to Hythlodaeus, but not one he particularly wishes to make too much light of in the circumstances. He smiles, though, running a finger down the side of Emet's face.

"But befriending is not the same as falling irrevocably in love. And if such doubts plague you, should I be more open with my expressions of affection?"

He flushes a little but does not look away. Only tightens his hold ever so slightly.

"I can do without another poem, but I would never refuse your overtures, my dear friend."

The blushing is adorable - who'd have thought Hades had it in him after so openly talking about their relationship? Hythlodaeus leans in closer, as though to make it all the more clear he only has eyes for his friend.

"And would you prefer those overtures to be here in public? Or once we return home, so that I truly have nothing to distract me from your company?"

Oh, hells below, why did he ever think he could win against Hythlodaeus? Hades swallows but manages to maintain his outward composure for the most part.

It's impossible, however, to keep his voice entirely steady. "Perhaps...returning home would be best after all. We can finish our drink somewhere warm."

Hythlodaeus chuckles, amused but happy - this turned out to be a rather short outing, but by all accounts he achieved his goal of distracting his friend from his grim thoughts. All that's left to do is to keep him distracted enough at home as well so he doesn't pick up his phone again - and, well, Hythlodaeus has some ideas in that area.

"Yes, I would agree. As much as it warms me to be in your arms, 'twould be doubly comfortable at home."

"You like being held, do you? I shall keep that in mind."

He already has some inkling that Hythlodaeus enjoys contact and is more than happy to fulfil that need. For now, however, he gently nudges his partner off his lap so they can make the walk home - though not before stealing another swig of the wine.

Hythlodaeus gets up with a chuckle, swiftly and gently snatching the mug out of Hades's hands to take another sip as well. Though the amount he's drunk is entirely too little to affect him, he feels curiously warm and elated - but perhaps it's merely from getting to fool around like this, as though they're a pair of youngsters.

"I am quite open to the idea of you making up for how little you've held me in the past."

"I shall cradle you like a newborn babe and rock you to sleep. Would you like that?"

The wine isn't enough to get Hades terribly drunk either but it is enough to make him somewhat bolder. After Hythlodaeus takes back the mug, he rests his hand casually on his friend's hip as they walk. There is no question that they are 'just friends' like this.

He smiles to himself, leaning into Hades slightly as they walk, the closeness and the fairly statement demonstration of their relationship making his heart flutter pleasantly.

"'Twould be a dream come true. However, I thought you planned to tie me to the bed?"

"There will be ample opportunity to do both. Since you have been denied the chance to purchase me a scarf, you may pick whether I tie you to the bed or cradle you when we return."

He is in an indulgent mood. The way Hythlodaeus' face lights up brings so much joy.

He does look more than a little happy at that, wrapping an arm around Hades's waist in turn, but he can't help teasing - then again, can he ever?

"Or mayhap I shall tie you to the bed."

The suggestion elicits some surprise from him. Enough that he ends up staring at Hythlodaeus for a few seconds. Being restrained had been an unexpected pleasure in that other city. He had never found someone he felt comfortable repeating it with but, perhaps...?

"Well...if that is your choice of indulgence then how can I refuse?" he finally says, fiercely ignoring the nervous knot in his stomach as he watches his friend's reaction.

Hythlodaeus watches Hades's reaction in turn - the pause was long enough to be somewhat suspicious, after all. But while he can tell there may be more to it than just Hades's words, it doesn't seem that his friend is averse to the thought - perhaps simply shy, as he can be in some matters (even if it is often erratic). And so the answer Hythlodaeus offers is both a reassurance and a tease.

"Quite easily, if you've no desire for such... kinks, did you call it? But 'twould indeed be enjoyable to have you at my mercy."

Hythlodaeus quickly gets confirmation of how Hades truly feels in the sudden rush of heat to his cheeks. He glances away quickly, too late to conceal it.

"I...did not think you the type," he confesses. "I always felt as though I had to be the one to curb your misbehaviour." His heart beats even quicker as he swallows and adds, "A reversal of that could be enjoyable."

Hythlodaeus, on the other hand, doesn't quite conceal his own happy grin as he slightly tightens his hold on Hades's waist. His cheeks are a little flushed too, but with excitement rather than embarrassment.

"Now that sounds as though you wish to misbehave, Hades. I wonder... how many other surprises you're hiding from me?"

"Mayhap I do," he states, surprising himself with his own boldness. He leans into his friend's side, thinking nothing about how it might look. "Twelve thousand years and hardly a day to myself. I should like to know what it feels like to be...disciplined. Especially as you only ever seem to enjoy my curtness."

Fortunately for everyone else outside, it's not such a long walk back to their lodgings - and perhaps fortunately for these two as well, because even as they speak Hythlodaeus feels a growing desire to get away from prying eyes and somewhere more private (not to mention more comfortable).

"I'm wounded, Agesandros! I enjoy every side of you. 'Tis simply that that is the one you choose to display most often."

"Hmph." Smiling faintly though, he leans up to kiss Hythlodaeus' cheek. It must definitely be the wine making him more open with his affection, but he too is glad to see that they are just about home.

He unlocks the door for them and enters first, breathing a sigh of relief when the cold air is finally shut out. "Let us finish the wine first before it loses its heat."

After that? Well... His gaze and his touch lingers on Hythlodaeus.

The lingering is not lost on Hythlodaeus, and likewise he doesn't quite let go of Hades's hand even as he moves to put the cup down and start undoing his coat.

"Good idea. It's quite a pleasant taste, too - 'twould be a shame to lose it. Particularly if we mean to make today a day of indulgence for ourselves."

He nods, helping Hythlodaeus remove his coat. His own follows shortly after and he drapes it over one arm. Taking up the mug, he cups his hands around its warm exterior before taking long sip. He passes the remaining half to his friend afterwards.

"No doubt I could replicate it with alchemy," he murmurs, "but making it the traditional way allows you to appreciate the nuances of the final result."

Hythlodaeus nods appreciatively as he drinks up the rest of the wine without hurrying, letting himself enjoy the taste and the warmth.

"Mayhap we could make it for our friends for the celebrations. I know you've been quite vocal about not being willing to give presents, but a get-together would still be pleasant, no?"

He wrinkles his nose. Well, enjoying a meal together IS simpler than thinking up unique gifts for several people...

"Yes, I suppose it would be," he concedes. "Although I would prefer to eat out."

Please don't make him have to think about cooking.

"Ah? You do not fear that we would get into debt once more if we organize a big dinner? Though if you do not feel up to the task, I would be ready to take it onto myself."

That's right, Emet. Just imagine letting Hyth do all the cooking.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, brow furrowing in that way Hythlodaeus knows best.

"Sometimes I think you weaponise your incompetence against me." He opens his eyes, reaches up and pinches his lover's cheek. "Fine. But know that I do so in protest."

He starts to head towards the stairs, wanting to put his coat away before anything else. He has a feeling it will be hours before either of them feel like tidying up otherwise.

Hythlodaeus, in turn, only grins at his friend's grumpiness that he knows is just played up. He lets Hades pinch his cheek with a fond, then leans in to press a quick kiss to his forehead - the third eye, to be precise.

"I do not weaponize aught, Hades! I merely suggested that if you do not wish to cook, I could do it instead."

He follows suit, however, trying not to betray his own excitement at the thought of getting to spend the rest of the day with just the two of them.

He shakes his head. "We both know you would make a mess and that it would be left up to me to clean it up," he says with exaggerated, long-suffering tiredness.

He spares a momentary glance at his phone, left behind on the table when they had gone out. His expression dims briefly but he quickly turns from it and takes Hythlodaeus' hand again, giving it a squeeze.

"When you are ready..." He trails off, heart thudding in anticipation.

He does notice that brief glance. Clearly, he needs to make more of an effort to distract his friend...

Hythlodaeus smiles, returning that squeeze as he steps closer to Hades, leaving barely any distance between them, raising his other hand to trail his fingers through his lover's hair.

"When I am ready?.."

He dips his head, leaning in even closer to murmur the question against Hades's lips. Of course, he's fully aware what his friend means, but there's a pleasure in making him elaborate, one that he feels Hades might enjoy too.

Even though he knows he quite literally asked for his friend and lover to assume the reins, being confronted by it is...well, something else. He finds himself unable to tear his eyes away, feels a flush creeping up his neck and into his checks yet again despite having left the cold behind. Some of it is the wine, but honestly...honestly?

Most of it is sheer attraction.

The way Hythlodaeus' fingers tenderly brush through his hair sets his heart aflutter. Even without their soulsight here, his lover's gaze is no less piercing. He feels seen in a way few can understand.

Yes, he thinks - this sort of play does arouse him. He doesn't try to hide it this time. And it's only because of his utter trust for Hythlodaeus that he feels comfortable in what he says next.

"When you are ready...to have me," he whispers.

Hythlodaeus tries to force himself to breathe evenly, stay in control, but there is a moment of tension, a dilation of his pupils that betrays all too clearly how much Hades's openness affects him. There's the sheer physical desire, of course, but more than that there's the dizzying knowledge that Hades would be honest with him - not something afforded to many, as Hythlodaeus well knows. That trust, that vulnerability is more alluring than merely physical intimacy - perhaps because it is a testament to the strength of their bond.

His eyes never leaving Hades's face, Hythlodaeus gently but quickly spins them around, pressing his lover up against the wall, one hand winding into his hair to keep a tight hold on his head as he closes the distance between them to kiss Hades, slow but thorough, giving him no room to break it. He has a feeling that this kind of insistent attention is what Hades wants - and thinking about it, perhaps that has been obvious all along, given the history of their friendship, both between the two of them and Azem.

He only has time for a short, sharp gasp before Hythlodaeus seals his mouth in a deep kiss. He's never truly seen this side of his friend before. Glimpsed it, perhaps, when someone pushes Hythlodaeus beyond even his immense patience. Glimpsed it again that first night when emotions ran high and closeted desire finally spilled over into open want. But now his friend is off the leash, so to speak - is this what they are truly like?

He is not being afforded any leeway. Hythlodaeus' fingers are wound tightly into his hair, with prickling pain accompanying even the slightest movement. Hades wraps his arms around his lover's back and dizzily surrenders to their direction. The taste of the spiced wine lingers on both their tongues.

"Mm... mm..." His fingers curl into the back of Hythlodaeus' shirt.

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Those little noises, the way Hades clings to him, the tension of his body in Hythlodaeus's arms - all those things feel like they're getting him drunk faster than any kind of alcohol could. Hythlodaeus presses even closer against Hades as though annoyed that there's still the distance of flesh between them, slides a knee between his lover's legs. He's starting to run out of breath, but rather than make him relent it only prompts Hythlodaeus to be rougher, hungrier with the kiss - and when he's finally forced to break it to get some air it only lasts a couple of moments before he tips Hades's head back slightly, busying himself with nipping and sucking at his lower lip. As if he means to truly have every last bit of his bonded, the taste and scent and feel of him, his every reaction.

Stuttering, breathy moans escape him now. His meagre grasp of Hythlodaeus' shirt serves as his only leverage as he ruts slowly against the leg between his thighs. It's not enough It's never enough. He uses the break from their kiss to gasp for air, withholding nothing from his bonded.

Ahh, how stifling their flesh and blood forms are, he thinks desperately. He craves the touch of his bondmate's soul, the surety of their embrace, the purity of their love. A pity that the closest they can approach bliss is through the physical expression of their desire.

That said, he has never felt more secure than he does now in their grasp. "'Daeus," he whispers breathlessly, staring up at his lover. "Tell me what you want of me."

There is indeed a degree of intimacy to this that goes beyond the usual; not that their relationship wants for affection and openness, but this... this stirs something in Hythlodaeus, a feeling he doesn't quite have a name for. Possessiveness, perhaps, but without the stifling selfishness that normally accompanies the word. It's the knowledge that Hades belongs to him, much as Hythlodaeus himself belongs to Hades; the feeling that there is nothing else in his world but his lover. His lips part slightly as Hades poses the question, so breathless and vulnerable.

You. I want all of you.

But though that's perhaps the most accurate expression of how Hythlodaeus feels, saying it now, when asked for a command to give... it feels a little juvenile. He takes a deeper breath, steadying himself, keeping his voice confident and a little teasing as he replies.

"I want... for you to be as open as you can be. So that there is naught you could conceal from me."

Hythlodaeus smiles, trailing a finger down the side of Hades's neck, though his own heart is beating madly with excitement.

"Bare yourself."

He swallows, heart thudding. Usually it is he trying to wrestle his friend into behaving. Seeing how easily they slip into the dominating role, Hades realises that this is perhaps the truest expression of their relationship. Hythlodaeus has ever done as he pleased, manipulating others (i.e. him) into following in his wake. In day to day matters, it is exasperating. But right now Hades would not have it any other way.

Unable to tear his eyes away from Hythlodaeus' own, he reaches towards the collar of his shirt and starts to undo the buttons. One by one, popping them out of their neat little column. A sliver of skin reveals itself to his lover's hungry gaze. Then a line. Until finally, he pulls the shirt down off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor by their feet.

Bare yourself, Hythlodaeus had said. In more than simply literal terms. He covers the hand trailing down his neck and gently shifts it lower, pressing it against his chest.

"As if I could hide anything from your keen eyes," he breathes against his lover's lips.

His breath deepens as Hades undoes the buttons, a hunger indeed in his eyes. Hythlodaeus lets Hades press his hand against his skin, feeling the other man's chest under his touch, brushes his thumb across the nipple.

"Ah, but there is much difference between seeing... and being shown," he replies with a smile, tipping Hades's chin up with his other hand. "And you have yet to show me everything."

He sucks in a short breath, shifting his hips ever so slightly for that bit more friction against his friend's thigh. It's all the movement that he's allowed in Hythlodaeus' confined embrace. Warmth blooms in his gut, arousal darkening his eyes.

"'Daeus..." he whispers. Beneath their hands his chest rises and falls with each breath, telegraphing each sharp intake. He lets his hand slip down, brushing past stomach, over abdomen, until it grasps the buckle of his belt. Hythlodaeus is right - he has yet to show his friend everything.

It requires both his hands to undo the buckle and loosen the belt. Ah, but there's one small impediment--

"Your leg," he murmurs, cheeks flushed pink.

Though it was indeed the heat of the moment that made Hythlodaeus forget about that, he sees no reason not to take the chance to once again assert his dominance, pointedly pressing his leg up against Hades's clothed erection and only then finally withdrawing.

"Do continue."

With a smile, Hythlodaeus steps back to sit down on the bed, leaning back on his hands, clearly intent to enjoy the show.

He lets out a soft yet audibly frustrated groan when Hythlodaeus parts from him. Though it isn't that far to the bed, the gap feels like an interminable distance. It's cold.

Mindful of his friend's watchful gaze, he pushes down his pants the rest of the way, letting the belt's weight drag it down before stepping out of the legs. The suggestive bulge of his erection is plain to see, especially in the modern underclothes this land (and the previous one) carries. His cheeks grow a little darker as he thumbs the waistband, extremely conscious of how he once decried these performative acts as obscene.

He carefully pulls the briefs down, having to bend to step out of it properly. When he straightens again, his erection hangs stiffly between his thighs, not quite fully turgid but flushed and wanting.

Though he tries to maintain an easy composure, Hythlodaeus's heart thuds with excitement as Hades undresses, his eyes following his lover's every movement. He gives a shaky exhale when Hades is finally fully bared, digs his fingers into the linens of the bed slightly. It's such an intoxicating feeling to have so much power over his friend, to be in charge through consent instead of force - not that he ever would dare employ force in the first place, but being trusted like this is no less sweet for that.

"Come here."

Hythlodaeus's voice is low with arousal as he eyes Hades hungrily, nodding to him slightly to approach and patting his own lap to indicate where exactly he wants him.

Approach he does, drawn in as much by Hythlodaeus' gaze as his command. No clarification has been given as to how his friend wants him to sit astride their lap so he takes the initiative of straddling it, slowly sinking down on to the mattress with a hand on their shoulder to steady his descent.

Once he's settled, he takes a deep breath and meets his lover's hungry gaze.

"Do you like what you see?" he whispers, feeling so very vulnerable beneath those piercing eyes. Every ilm of him is there for Hythlodaeus to devour and the trepidation makes his heart beat all the faster.

Again Hythlodaeus's desire is betrayed not just by the hunger in his eyes, but by the way he swallows as Hades straddles his lap, the tightness of his grip as he takes hold of Hades's hips. He takes a few long moments to appreciate the sight of his lover, the well-developed muscles of his bulkier (if shorter) frame, the flush in his cheeks, the vulnerability in his eyes and his posture.

"How could I not?" He murmurs in response, a faint smile on his face but his eyes dark with desire. And yet as much as he wants to take, it's proving quite exciting to make Hades give.

"Kiss me." Though perhaps normally a request, it's an order this time, Hythlodaeus not even leaning in to make it easier - yet another way to establish his dominance.

His slightly shorter stature works in both their favours now, placing Hades' face level with his partner's. Hythlodaeus' hands rest firmly on his hips, reminding him that the other man remains fully clothed. He wishes he could undress them too so that they might enjoy the warmth of each other's skin, but such is part of the control Hythlodaeus is exerting over their play. He is here to submit this time, not to lead.

Cupping his lover's cheek, he leans in and captures their lips. Unlike their prior kiss, this one is affectionate: nipping, sucking at Hythlodaeus' bottom lip, earnestly trying to tempt his friend into rewarding him with something more substantial for his obedience. A touch, a caress - anything. His naked body aches for attention.

His heart flutters warmly at the intimacy of the situation as Hythlodaeus kisses back, basking in his friend's touch and wordless yearning. And it's so hard, so hard not to give in to it, but Hythlodaeus feels that he needs to keep playing this role for a while longer.

He does not leave Hades entirely without reward, though, bringing one hand up to first cup the back of his neck as if to hold him in place for the kiss... but then slowly slides his index and middle fingers down Hades's spine, pressing his nails into the skin just slightly - a single, traveling point of contact, hopefully all the more impactful given the scarcity of other stimulation.

A light shiver follows the run of Hythlodaeus' finger. The razor-thin point of contact, bereft of other tactile motions, has him curving like a cat beneath it. All that is missing is a purr.

"Mm, 'Daeus..."

He kisses a little harder, pressing forward. His loins throb as his cock brushes against Hythlodaeus' thigh. Teasingly, he begins to rut slowly against it. A motion as much for his benefit as it is for his friend's. Stopping him from taking liberties, after all, is as much part of the game as compliance is.

Hythlodaeus chuckles into the kiss, absolutely endeared with the response, and lets Hades deepen it. The rutting, however, is something that he recognizes he ought to curb - for now, at the very least. He digs his nails deeper into Hades's back, the other hand tightening his hold on his hip to keep Hades from moving.

"My, how very eager," he murmurs, teasing, after breaking the kiss and pulling away slightly, the familiar smug smile on his face. "And I've barely even touched you, Hades."

He licks his lips, smirking faintly.

"While I'm sure you are enjoying yourself already, part of the fun of being the dominant partner is in enforcing the boundaries which have been set. Am I wrong?"

He doesn't try to fight Hythlodaeus' grip. No, he said he would comply and he will - even if he aches otherwise. Instead, he languidly wraps his arms around his lover's shoulders and gives them another kiss.

"I take it pleasuring myself in any way is out of the question then," he murmurs. "I am quite at your mercy."

Hythlodaeus's face lights up at that affirmation of their dynamic - even though there are many familiar things about this kind of play, it's still quite new to Hythlodaeus himself. Having things spelled out clearly, Hades's desires and expectations, helps greatly.

"That you are," he replies, smirking in kind. One hand still on Hades's back, he raises the other to cup his lover's face, then slowly slide his fingers down from Hades's neck to his chest, stopping to lightly pinch a nipple. "If you do pleasure yourself, 'twill be at my command."

... And even as he says it it occurs to Hythlodaeus that it would, indeed, be something to see. Making Hades do something so shameless, fully bare, stretched out on the bed or, yes, perhaps on his knees, stroking himself and moaning out Hythlodaeus's name. Yes. It would be quite sweet... Hythlodaeus smirks to himself, raising his gaze to look Hades direct in the eye.

"But you have already, have you not? Sought bliss as you thought of me?"

He cannot help a small jolt at the pinch to his nipple, sensitive and hard as it already is thanks to the coolness of the room. But it's not an unpleasant jolt - he's already imagining what Hythlodaeus may ask of him, how far his friend would be willing to go to 'shame' him...and it elicits a strange sort of excitement he hasn't felt before. To have their discerning eye watching as his self-control falls apart... He would only debase himself because he knows Hythlodaeus is selfish enough to keep such sights to himself (and the Warriors of Light if pressed).

All the same, his eyes cannot help but widen at the question. His gaze darts aside before he can help it, giving away the answer before it's even spoken.

"I wasn't thinking of you specifically..."

That glance, indeed, is enough to tell Hythlodaeus the answer - and it's all the more fun now that Hades is too shy to admit it openly. He smiles, shamelessly continuing to feel his partner up.

"Truly? Not even since I first had you? And I remember your mind wandering to me quite clearly even before that."

After all, it was Hades's brief moment of indulgent thoughts that brought them together in the first place.

He shifts in place slightly to ease the prickling in his calves. Dragging his gaze back around (though still not looking Hythlodaeus in the eye), he replies, pink-cheeked.

"After you first had me...yes. I would dream about you as we lay in bed together, imagine you laying your hands upon me in the dark, whispering those embarrassingly sweet words of yours in my ear - yet I hated myself for wanting you, blaming that city for introducing in me a thirst I could not quell alone. 'Twas a thirst which only grew worse after we joined our souls together for the first time."

He gently rubs the fine hairs at the nape of his lover's neck.

"When I was alone in that gaol, I thought of not only you but Irhya and Felih. I pushed you all away to spare you the pain of parting, for I had already known it once and couldn't bear to experience it again. But left to myself, all I could think of was how much I missed you all. So when we were finally home again, I...could not help myself."

At long last, he makes himself look Hythlodaeus squarely in the eye, heart fluttering unsteadily as he deliberately pitches his voice low. "Even if I were to seek out bliss on my own, neither my own hand nor my own thoughts would suffice. I need you, 'Daeus. Tell me what you want of me so that I may find it."

He keeps his eyes on Hades the whole time, unable to look away, drinking in his every blush, his every little movement - and when Hades finally looks at him, Hythlodaeus's eyes are full of hunger, one that perhaps goes beyond merely physical lust.

Wordlessly, he draws Hades closer, making him press flush against Hythlodaeus's own body, and leans in to capture his lips in a kiss, slow and deep. There are other things he wants to do, of course, but right now he needs this contact, some outlet for his affection and desire. And when they finally part Hythlodaeus doesn't quite relent, dotting kisses along the line of his jaw and up to the ear, winding one hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place as he nips at his earlobe before finally replying.

"Well, Agesandros... I want to know what you want, so that I can decide whether to give it to you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, a hint - well, more than a hint - of smug possessiveness in his voice. He still keeps a tight hold on Hades's head, too, leaning a little lower to brush his lips against his lover's neck. "You have learnt much in that city, have you not? 'Tis quite unfair to keep it from me. The things that make your heart race, that make your head spin, that make you forget yourself utterly... I would have them all at my disposal."

There's a slight curl in his tone at that last part - a playful threat that isn't a threat at all, but a declaration of his right to be able to completely overwhelm Hades.

A pleasant tingle coils in his chest and disperses to the far ends of him. Though it chafes to do so with his loins pulsing so insistently, he dutifully holds still as Hythlodaeus' lips roam up to his ear.

Counting his breaths helps somewhat, until his friend outlines their demand. Then his heart skips a few beats and he has to swallow past a tight throat.

He knows very well how Hythlodaeus can pounce upon weakness and exploit it. Not merely in battle but in personal relations. For that reason, anything he truly wished kept secret he held close to his breast - and so volunteering his vulnerabilities would truly be giving his bonded power over their intimacy.

It would be easy to confuse his nervousness with fear. But it is not fear, no. He does not fear Hythlodaeus. Yet all the same, it takes him a good minute of squirming before he can speak.

"I...want you to take away any control I have. I want to be bound. Have my senses deprived. Held down so I cannot move. For once, I want to be led by another instead of leading. I- I am tired of leading." His fingers press into Hythlodaeus' skin. "There is much and more I know of but have yet to try. But I also want to please you, my friend. My beloved. If there is aught you have dreamt of having me do..."

Hythlodaeus sucks in a sharper breath as Hades finally reveals his desires; they are... perhaps not unexpected, but more intense than he might have thought. With how close they are, Hades can probably feel Hythlodaeus's heart thud faster with excitement - both at the thought of doing such things with him and at being trusted so completely. A part of him wants to just flip them around, press Hades into the bed and take him, as thoroughly as the other man wants - but that, too, would be moving too quickly...

Hythlodaeus takes in another deep breath, pulling back slightly so that he can look Hades in the eye. He lessens his hold on his head a little, instead gently stroking his fingers through his lover's hair.

"... I want to see you like that. I want to see you overwhelmed but unable to escape the stimulation. I want to hear you beg, Hades. I want you to show me how much you desire me." He grins, leaning in and tipping his head as though to kiss him again, but instead merely purrs against Hades's lips. "You are still holding back, are you not? Not by my hand, but your own. Tsk, tsk. Unfair, Hades."

He sits back again, more fully this time, letting go of Hades as well, as though expecting him to leave his lap... which, well, he is.

"On your knees. Before me."

His eyes widen slightly. His lips part slightly, as though to speak - or to close that minute gap between them with the kiss Hythlodaeus withholds. He almost does.

Then his friend sits back further, denying him the chance, all the while smiling in that coy way they have.

His body half-follows before he can stop himself. Sitting back on his heels he exhales in a rush, feeling the ache keenly once more, that steady pulse of arousal which waxes and wanes according to Hythlodaeus' whim. Frustrating. Distracting. And they're still clothed! His hands itch to tear the cloth away, to rut until he finds satisfaction.

Twelve thousand years and he can't even wait five minutes. Hah...

Reluctantly, he slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. He wants control taken from him, to make it all the sweeter when Hythlodaeus finally deigns to have him - or even if he doesn't, he suddenly thinks with a shudder. Perhaps his friend will simply watch as he climaxes with their name on his lips. Hythlodaeus always did find pleasure in watching.

Hythlodaeus does enjoy watching, indeed - his eyes hungrily follow Hades all the way, taking in everything... including that little shudder. Hythlodaeus permits himself a small smirk at that, but right now his attention is occupied by the realization of how exciting it is to have Hades kneeling like that, utterly bared, flushed and flustered. Briefly, he wonders just how far Hades would let him embarrass him, and a pleasant shiver runs through him at that. Yes, it will be fun exploring that...

He lets his gaze roam his lover's naked body, a little longer than strictly necessary, and then Hythlodaeus reaches out with a foot to press on the head of Hades's cock - lightly, for now, meant to tease and gently humiliate.

"And what are you thinking about now, Hades?"

His voice is a mischievous purr, a suggestion that he'd noticed Hades's moment of shuddering, but not saying it outright yet.

His breath hitches when Hythlodaeus' foot touches his cock. Stars above, if he didn't trust his friend with his life, he would be shying away right now. Instead his fingers dig into his knees as he resists the urge to move, chest visibly heaving from the effort.

Trying and failing to steady himself, he murmurs, "If I tell you, will you...touch me? 'Tis cruel of you to deny me your hand for so long. Even just one stroke..."

Hythlodaeus bites at his lip, drunk on the rush of power at seeing Hades so vulnerable, so affected. It goes both ways, of course, and he himself isn't certain how long he'll be able to keep playing his role before the desire to be closer takes him over and he drags Hades back onto the bed to make love until they're both spent.

Forcing himself to breathe slowly, Hythlodaeus leans forward a little with a coy smile, pressing down a little harder before withdrawing his foot to leave Hades wanting all the more.

"Why, certainly. If you just do what I say, my dear Agesandros, you shall have your reward."

He's definitely going to remember "just one stroke", though. But that will be for Hades to find out a little later.

A stifled groan slips out when the other man removes his foot. He fully expects Hythlodaeus to creatively interpret his wording, but there exists the slim chance that his lover may also reward him for his obedience. It is to that hope he clings as he lays bare his thoughts.

Wetting his lips, he says, "I thought of you, sitting there and watching me just like you did when I disrobed. I imagined you enjoying the sight of me pleasuring myself as you dictated my actions, imagined myself wanting and wanting you to fill me but never being allowed the privilege. And then I imagined the hunger in your gaze as I approached my climax - but would you have halted me upon its cusp or would you have watched me teeter upon its edge...?"

He breathes in sharply as he imagines the scene as well: Hades's self-control unraveling as he's made to do such shameless things for Hythlodaeus's own pleasure, begging to be had. It sends his heart racing - as though it wasn't already... and perhaps in other circumstances he would have enacted the scenario right now, but Hythlodaeus knows he can't resist his own desire much longer. If Hades gets his release, Hythlodaeus wants it to be in his arms, so that he can have every moan, every shudder, every sound and movement his beloved makes.

He swallows and bends forward more, propping up an elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his hand - so much closer to Hades's level now and hoping to tease the other man further with the shortened distance.

"Oh, I would keep you on that edge for as long as I want, Agesandros," he murmurs, hungry gaze locked to Hades's. "Keep you there, yet never let you step over that edge. You would make such a sight, would you not? Moaning and begging for release until you forget yourself, until you would do anything, no matter how uncouth... all for me."

Despite his easy, smug tone Hythlodaeus's breath comes all the faster as he curls his fingers around his mouth with a mischievous smile, eyes half-lidded and posture tensing with want, but he's not quite done yet.

"Or mayhap... It ought to be the opposite, hmm? There are many ways to break down your walls, Hades. I would grant you your release, yet not stop. Drive you to climax again, and again, and again... until pleasure mixes with pain, until you cannot take it anymore either. Would you like to be had like that, Hades?"

He leans forward subconsciously, eyes locked on to Hythlodaeus' own, desperate for a kiss, a touch - anything. It is embarrassing to realise how much he relies on tactile sensation, so much so that, much to his chagrin, the lack of it can be used against him now.

Taking a deep breath, he exhales and pictures his lover in control of everything about him: Hythlodaeus' knowing smile, the teasing caresses which are never quite enough, the all-too-sweet pain of being forced to hold himself back, and perhaps even the firm hand which denies his own attempt to climax. What depraved things would he be driven to do simply to feel that moment of bliss...?

On the other hand, being taken and driven to climax. Again, and again, and again. He knows his limits - after the third or fourth time he would not be able to resist Hythlodaeus. He would beg for the other man to stop even as his body continued to helplessly spend itself in ecstasy. That sensation he knows well thanks to his time in the other city and it would be quite something to feel it with his old friend.

He shudders again, ducking his head. "I... I would not mind either. There will be other nights, after all - nights where you can take me however many ways or times you wish. You know I would never refuse one of your overtures."

Raising himself a little on his knees, he gently rests his hand on Hythlodaeus' arm and kisses the hand his friend has curled before their mouth. "Does that answer satisfy?" he murmurs. "I ache for you. You promised..."

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As much as Hythlodaeus would like to tease him more, he can't help his own desire - and the way his heart melts at Hades's earnest tenderness. That sentimentality is one of the (many) things he adores in his lover, after all. He smiles and strokes Hades's cheek, running his thumb over the other's lower lip as a part of him aches to pull him into a kiss, hold him close, feel his skin against his own... but later, just a little later.

"Such honesty suits you, Hades," Hythlodaeus half-teases with another fond smile, but instead of making good on his promise right away he straightens up again, as though ready to stand up. "Come. Lie down on the bed."

Groaning at the delay but with his heart beating a little quicker in hopeful anticipation, he rises unsteadily and crawls past Hythlodaeus towards the centre of the bed. Again, his friend has not specified which way they want him to lie down. He assumes on his back (the better to admire him).

So he makes himself comfortable on the bed - or as comfortable as one can be when at the mercy of their lover's whim. His hands lie loosely on his stomach for now, chest rising and falling somewhat unsteadily as he watches for Hythlodaeus' next move.

He does give Hades a very appreciative look, running his gaze over his body for a few long moments. Then he stands up to make his way to the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of lubrication and a condom, but for now he simply sets them down on the linens: still a promise, not yet a reality.

But perhaps Hades will get his treat, because next Hythlodaeus climbs onto the bed as well, straddling him, his own crotch pressing down on Hades's cock nicely. Hythlodaeus seems to pay it no mind, though, watching his lover with his usual smirk.

"You may undo my shirt."

Another small complaint works its way out of his throat. No self-pleasure, he reminds himself with a thick swallow, no matter how much he wants to use his own strength to rub against Hythlodaeus' crotch.

Reaching up, he grasps his partner's shirt and tugs them down. If this is all the touch he is going to receive, he wants to at least be able to service Hythlodaeus in his own way. As his deft fingers undo his friend's shirt buttons, he noses into the crook of the other man's neck and scrapes his teeth over skin. It is easy to find a choice spot and a choice moment to sink them into a bruising hickey.

Though Hythlodaeus didn't expect this, it's all the more pleasing and endearing for that. He sucks in a sharp breath and chuckles as Hades bites and sucks at his skin, a pleasant shiver running through him.

"My, Hades... Acting out? How naughty."

But despite his words he bends down more to nip at Hades's earlobe, leaving his own neck open as an obvious invitation to mark him more.

"Mm..." He sucks on the spot, pausing only briefly to admire his work before taking full advantage of the opening offered to him to leave more love bites along Hythlodaeus' neck.

"Punish me for it if you like," he murmurs against skin, "but I had thought you enjoyed seeing me express my want honestly, 'Daeus. I am yours...and you are mine."

With the last button undone, he blindly pushes back Hythlodaeus' shirt.

Hythlodaeus hums, pleased, and strokes through his friend's hair as he leaves more marks. "I do adore that open side of yours. I did tell you to bare yourself, did I not, Hades?" he replies before sitting up to help remove his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. He gives Hades a grin, tipping his head to the side and running his fingers across the hickeys.

"So, how does it feel? Does it please you to see, to know that I am yours, Agesandros?"

Through half-lidded eyes he surveys his handiwork. Bright red marks from the more shallow bites while the first has the promises of a lasting bruise. Yes, yes he is more than satisfied.

"More than you know, 'Daeus," he whispers. "The only thing that would please me more is to see our souls truly bonded." Reaching forth, he gently touches his fingers to Hythlodaeus' stomach, smoothing up skin until his palm rests over his friend's heart. "Then you would know how desperately I desire you in this moment. No-one else can possibly understand..."

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Hythlodaeus weight presses upon his loins, reminding him of who has charge.

"Should you ever bare yourself to another, I want them to know my passion marked your skin first."

Hythlodaeus exhales softly too as his friend runs his hand over his skin. He does, indeed, regret it almost every day that they cannot join their souls here, know each other even more intimately than mortals ever could. Gently, he puts his hand over Hades's to bring it up to his mouth and kiss the knuckles.

"My, such possessiveness... 'Tis very sweet," he answers with a smile. "But worry not, Hades. My heart belonged to you even before you knew it." And, unable to help himself, Hythlodaeus leans down again to seal their lips together in a kiss. As fun as it is to tease Hades, it means denying himself a measure of his own desires, the want to be close and lose themselves in simple physical pleasure. But perhaps he can indulge for a little while...

He smiles faintly, tipping his head up to partake of the kiss. His fingers thread through Hythlodaeus' hair, teasing through the braid he oft helps tie for the other man in the mornings.

"All mine," he murmurs against his lover's mouth. His teeth catch and nip his friend's lower lip. In spite of his promises, he cannot help but nudge his hips upwards ever so slightly. Just for a hint of the friction which Hythlodaeus continues to deny him. "Touch me... Please, 'Daeus. Or tell me what more I must do to earn the privilege."

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Hythlodaeus chuckles, unable to help his smug smirk, and briefly runs his fingers through Hades's hair again, then slips them down to press a finger to the other's lips.

"Oh, you've done quite well, Hades. You can wait just another minute, can you not? And there is but one more thing..." With that same smile Hythlodaeus takes his friend's hands, entwining their fingers tenderly... to guide the other's hands up, as though tied above his head. "Hands up here. And do keep them there, my dear."

Letting go of his hands, Hythlodaeus sits back, looking Hades over with an unabashedly smug and self-satisfied, almost giddy smile. But that is indeed the last thing he would demand of his lover before they can go on, and after taking those few moments of appreciation he finally moves off Hades's lap, sitting down on the edge of the bed to finally undo and slip off his own pants and underwear. He takes the bottle of lube as well... but instead of doing anything more forward when he returns he settles down by Hades's side, squeezing a little bit of lube onto his hand before stretching out by his side, propping himself up on an elbow and finally - finally - resting his fingers on Hades's cock, though the touch is still teasingly light.

"Now, what was it... A single stroke, yes?"

And with that he squeezes a little tighter, gliding his hand up and down - the aforementioned single time. He watches Hades's reaction with a shameless grin, clearly looking forward to having him beg more.

Another test of his self-control. Hades wraps a hand around his wrist to keep himself from the temptation of moving them as he watches Hythlodaeus undress fully. There is a little hitch to his breath as the anticipation builds, a deeper inhale when his lover's hand touches his cock, and then a trembling exhale as that same hand glides up and down its length but once.

It's not enough. Of course it's not enough. His hips jerk upwards but find no further relief. It's maddening yet sensual and so very much typical of his friend's brand of mischief.

"Why must you take my words so literally?" he complains, shifting restlessly in place. "You fiend. Ahh..."

But can Hades really be angry at him, with how delighted Hythlodaeus looks? He shifts closer, so that his chest presses against Hades's side - as does his own erection, in fact, but he doesn't seem too inclined to do anything about it yet.

"Hmmm? Was that not exactly what you asked for, Agesandros?"

A low, frustrated keening. "Mm, it was... It was, but I had hoped..." He should not really be surprised that Hythlodaeus refuses to give him more than he had asked.

He grips his wrist even more tightly. "Again, 'Daeus. Please."

There's a slight shakiness to it as Hythlodaeus exhales softly, drinking in the sight of his friend like this, so bared and earnest. It's more than pleasing, and he leans in slightly, his voice a purr as he slowly pumps his lover's cock once more, teasingly running his thumb over the tip briefly.

"Just one more?"

Shuddering, he shakes his head. Slowly - all too slowly - his cock stiffens in Hythlodaeus' hand. This is what he had asked for: to have all control wrested from him, to be at another's mercy. How can pleasure be at once so desirable and so agonising?

"No... No, don't stop," he says huskily, gazing towards his lover. "Keep going. Don't deny your own want."

Stars above, it's so hard resisting the urge to bring his arms down and pull Hythlodaeus on top of him. His arms strain with the effort of holding still, as though testing themselves on true, physical bonds. Hades spreads his legs apart slightly, wordlessly inviting his partner to partake further of his body.

There really is a wondrous kind of intimacy to this, and as much as Hythlodaeus would enjoy making Hades beg more he indeed can't resist his own desire. He shifts, leaning in so that he can press his lips against Hades's in a slow, indulgent kiss. His hand meanwhile begins a steady, unhurried glide over his lover's member; though he's no longer simply teasing, Hythlodaeus wants to make this last as long as possible, indulging in each other.

He nips at Hades's lower lip during the kiss, insistent but not rough, then pulls away just slightly, gazing down at his lover with both affection and hunger.

"So... Is it merely my hand you desire, Hades?"

"No," he moans. His fingers twitch. No moving from that spot, he reminds himself over and over. "I want you. I want-- nngh."

Toes curling, he tenses as a delicious coil of warmth begins to finally build in his groin. He cranes his head upwards to steal another kiss, breaths steadily growing heavier with each stroke.

"--in me. I want you, in me," he finally breathes out, cheeks flushed pink. "To feel you...control the pace... Don't let me come too quickly..."

In a sense this is a test of Hythlodaeus's own endurance, too. Between the lengthy foreplay and the enticing way Hades looks and sounds right now it's no wonder that Hythlodaeus finds his own breath and heartbeat coming faster. There is much and more he wants to do, and it's a pity that he can't do it all at once.

"I'll say it again, Hades... such honesty becomes you."

Hythlodaeus forces himself to sit up, still barely able to tear his eyes away from his lover - and indeed, one of his hands still lingers on Hades's side as he reaches for the lube bottle again, as though loath to break contact. He applies rather more lube this time, too, settling down between Hades's legs and pressing his fingers against his entrance, massaging at it to slicken it up before slipping a finger inside slowly.

"I want to fill you, too. I want to watch you lose yourself in the pleasure, truly let go. So many rules you try to hold yourself to, Hades... I want you to forget them all when you are with me." He chuckles, self-satisfied, as he adds a second finger, picking up the pace somewhat. "After all, I am quite selfish. I want you to belong to me and only me in those moments."

He pulls his knees up to grant his friend easier access, heart beating faster now that they are finally drawing closer to their union. How far they've come since their initial coupling. That first time had been a whirlwind rush of desire and want, both of them falling into easy temptation as they had come together. He is well past feeling embarrassed for willingly opening himself up as the receiver now. With how lovingly Hythlodaeus is tending to him, it feels far from unnatural.

Waiting with barely concealed impatience, he exhales as he feels fingers circle then work into his rear passage. Slicked as they are with copious lubricant, they all but glide in and begin the gentle process of easing him wider.

"If I did not hold myself to those high standards," he sighs, pleasurable tremors arching up his spine, "would you find me...half as enjoyable to break down? There is an allure...to seducing prudish men."

His shoulders are beginning to ache a little in the meantime but he easily resists the temptation to bring them down.

"There certainly is," Hythlodaeus murmurs with a smile, but his hungry gaze still roams Hades's body. That kind of allure is part of why he's always found himself drawn to his friend, indeed - seeing his stern facade, wanting to get past it, being so sweetly rewarded by moments of vulnerability... It always makes his heart skip a beat, and right now is no exception. "And you like it too, do you not, Hades? Having someone lay bare your secret thoughts, giving in to your desires..."

His voice is a purr as he works Hades open more, slowly and thoroughly, letting the anticipation build up for the both of them.

"I-I wouldn't go that far..."

But the way his eyes glaze over and he shivers reveal it to be a lie. He's growing ever more impatient. He can see Hythlodaeus is as well. Watching his bonded's gaze roam over his body, he swallows. Not for the first time, it is surreal to think that this is actually happening - that his wildest fantasies can be made real.

"But 'tis true that...my own hand would never give me such pleasure. I could never...hold myself back for very long. And to have another crave to do to you what you yourself wish done is--" He sucks in a deep breath and exhales shakily. "'Tis more than I could ever have hoped for," he whispers.

He can easily tell that Hades's initial words are merely a facade, and it warms his heart to see his lover still so shy at times. Much as Hades himself said, there is an allure in seducing prudish men indeed, and Hythlodaeus can't help the smile on his lips as he leans forward briefly to give Hades a soft kiss. He's just so precious like this.

"Then I'll do my best to indulge you, Agesandros," he murmurs as he pulls away. He scissors his fingers one last time before slipping them out of Hades's ass, judging him to be prepared enough, and then gives him a coy look that probably almost manages to hide Hythlodaeus's own excitement.

"Now... How do you want me to have you, Hades?"

As if to tease again, Hythlodaeus slides his fingers down his lover's inner thigh, then resting it on his knee - perhaps implying that he could just fold Hades in half to fuck him.

Ah, now he has to choose. He licks his lips, hesitating. Both options are appealing - really, what he has to decide is how he would like to debase himself. He has to confess to being curious--

"I...want you to undo me over and over, until I want for nothing but you," he says, heart thudding as the words spill out. He holds Hythlodaeus' gaze, pink-cheeked but resolute. "Have me until I am spent, or until you are satisfied. I want to see if you can outlast me."

[ Don't expect anything too fancy here. And a lot of it is because of Deku's shitty prodding but on the night of the 24th, there's going to be a phoenix flying by and dropping off baskets.

Expect to find the following with just a tag that reads "Old Man + 1:"

- 1 package of Coffee Balls
- 1 jar of wine jelly

Of course he did ask about his stupid "partner" so included is ( 1 ) small tray of lemon bars. ]

[ Later in the day: ]

Did you make everything yourself?

[ And of course he debates answering ]

so what if I did

[ How does he say this without being effusive or sappy? ]

'Twas very good. I can hardly believe you have the patience for making confectioneries.

[ Nailed it. ]

Wow. Sure you're okay old man? That's hella high praise coming from you.

[ NOT THAT HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT IT MEETING EXPECTATIONS. ~~Shut up he was~~ ]

I do all the cooking around this shitty house. Can't trust fuckers to get the flavor profile right so it's just better if I do it myself.

[ And maybe he just feels relaxed and at ease when he cooks? ]

I know how that feels. Hythlodaeus is a menace in the kitchen, always attempting things with food that ought not to be attempted or even thought of to begin with. If I were to ask him to caramelise the onions, he would be the sort to pour literal caramel over them.

I'd like to think that shitty Deku is better than that. But there are days where even I wonder.

[ He's actually not that terrible but Bakugou just has stupidly high standards for things. ]

Your shit was easier on my tongue to do anyway. None of that overly sweet garbage.

Hah. It seems we have something in common after all.

Perhaps you could show me how to make those lemon cakes sometime.

[ Ah huh. Yeah... "in common" all right.

It takes a moment for Katsuki to get back on this. Not the first time that someone has asked him for things like this. ]

Wouldn't hurt if you're out to impress your "companion."

Not so much to impress as to have something I can make as a gesture of gratitude every once in a while. Or a reward for good behaviour.

[ At least Emet-Selch won't be incompetent student? ]

Is he your partner or your pet?

[ And see that's what makes Katsuki even consider it. ]

Sometimes he does feel much like the latter. My hope is that if I take the initiative to appease him then he will stop acting out for my attention.

Is that what you really want? Less attention?

[ Bakugou isn't the same. He wants Deku's eyes to never leave his goddamn back. ]

No. I said I want him to stop acting out for it. Of course I desire his attention.

You two are extremely fucking weird. Anyone ever say that?

I believe this is where one traditionally says, "You will understand when you are older."

I honestly really don't want to understand. You guys can keep that shit to yourself.

If you insist. Although I'm sure you will change your tune in a few years' time.

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Not if your partner doesn't give mine any more ideas. I've already gotta deal with "Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan" all the damn time.

Are you saying you want less attention from him?

[ Tossing those words right back at you, boy. ]

Course not!

Just doesn't YOURS have a nickname for you that also makes you cringe a little?

[ He's right but does he have to say it. ]

If you truly dislike it and your friend has your best interests at heart, it should be a simple matter to tell them to stop using it.

[ Not really answering the question there. ]

So why don't you tell yours to stop the shit that annoys you?

[ He can play that game too ]

Have you met Hythlodaeus? He takes 'no' for permission and permission as encouragement. Rather than corral his antics, I have taken to turning them back on him. It is proving quite effective.

I don't know?

[ He has, but as a bird. ]

Just how do you do shit like that then?

How do I reign him in, you mean? If he attempts to fluster me then I do the same to him.

You said your friend has a pet name for you, yes? Why not come up with one of your own for him?

[ What he doesn't mention is that he's 99% sure with Izuku being the earnest sort, that this will completely backfire on Bakugou. ]

Does it work? I have a feeling that it doesn't really work out for you all the time.

[ As for Izuku... ]

And the nickname is just something that he's called me since we were brats. He's never called me anything else but

[ He's thinking about it. ]

It is not foolproof but the man is a bigger fool than most. Your friend, however, has not Hythlodaeus' capacity for mischief. I'm sure you will be able to handle him better.

Hmm, come to think of it, I seem to recall you calling your friend by another name. His proper name is 'Izuku', yes?

Your guy sounds like one big pain. One that needs a swift kick in the ass.

As for Izuku? Yeah, that's his given name. Seeing it written out in our language you'd probably get how I could get "Deku" out of it. Asshole's made it his hero name.

So you already have pet names for one another. How...endearing. Does it anger you to hear others call him by it?

Not really. I'll just find something else to call him

[ Hah. ]

You are a deceptively kind boy.

[ Hah???? ]

The hell. Where did that come from?

Merely a personal observation.

[ He smirks behind the screen. This must be how Hythlodaeus feels when teasing him. ]

[It had been a little while since she'd spoken to Emet-Selch...and she didn't even know if he celebrated Christmas? Well, she'll leave a small wrapped gift at his shop all the same, signed with her name- a box containing a collection of magical stones and gems she'd come across during her questing.

A small note is enclosed: 'I don't know if you celebrate Christmas in your world, but I hope these are useful.']

[ It's a surprise to encounter her gift on his doorstep. His response comes the day after, after all the hullabaloo about the day is over-- ]

I was not expecting a gift from you, but you have my thanks. I must confess I did not prepare anything in return as I do not partake in yearly celebrations.

Oh um I'm glad you like them- don't feel obligated to give me anything, I figured your world was pretty different anyway.

I hope you're doing okay.

I'm still alive and I suppose that is enough. May the year ahead be kinder to you than it was to me.

I'll be glad if the pressure eases off you, too.

['Hope' was too strong a word for a being of despair like her.]

[...a parcel is left just outside the front door to the shop.]

[ Walter receives a text later in the day: ]

You have my thanks for the gifts. For future reference, you may call me Emet-Selch. My partner is Hythlodaeus.

I shall make a note of it. Do let me know if the wine is to your liking.

[He hadn't known what exactly to get the man when he'd started planning on gifts, so he'd taken a bit of a wild guess.]

[ Delivered to him via the duck who seems to live forever, is another pop-up book, much like the year prior.

However this time, the pop-up seems to be some beautifully recreated short stories. Experienced by a moogle and chocobo, who adventure together across the land. Each page (five in total) covers a lesser known tale from the region they visit- and to find them, he will need to play around in order to reveal the whole tale.

The final tale is of them traveling to an unknown land, where a friend welcomes them and asks if they would like to create a new tale this year, too? With a handwritten note,

" Dearest Hades,

Remember the journey, and may you always see something new and beautiful in it.

Happy Starlight. "

[ It comes with a pair of Snuggie blankets too. To cuddle in full on hoods. Ha ha ha. This is close enough to a metapod thanks for the idea. Don't worry, the snuggies will say what they're for.

"P.S: These are great for when you need a blanket anywhere." ]

[ The nature of the request seemed urgent, and thus Arthur made time as soon as he was able after the siege. There was much to do, but he will certainly not turn down intel as they don't have much right now.

When Emet-Selch arrives at the castle, Arthur is seated at a round table, speaking to some kind of adviser standing nearby, and handing back signed papers. Busy man. ]

Come in.

[ He says it when he sees Emet-Selch at the door, whether he's hesitated or not. ]

[ In spite of his reservations and guilt, he straightens and walks in purposefully. He tosses a brief, hesitant glance at the advisors standing by before he speaks: ]

Your M-- King Arthur, I have come with a confession to make. It concerns the spirits recently let loose.

[ He can't make himself speak humbly but he can be polite. ]

[ Arthur doesn't need the majesties, so it's just as well. He stops what he is doing and gives Emet-Selch his full attention when he mentions the spirits. ]

Any information you have would be welcome. What is it?

[ He takes a few moments to brace himself before speaking. ]

'Twas I and three others who were responsible for opening a way between Avalon and the other side. A man by the name of Ardyn tricked us into a ritual to revive one he claimed to be his brother...but it let through far more than a single spirit. I won't shy away from any punishment you may deem appropriate, but I would ask leave to slay the one responsible first.

[ Honestly, he plans to kill Ardyn with or without the king's permission, but he's well aware of his past transgressions. ]

[ Arthur stays quiet for some time. It's a complicated situation to be sure, and he wants to think before he speaks upon it. He folds his hands together on the table between the both of them, indicating that he did hear and is considering. ]

You have done much to become a better man than you once were. I know as well as anyone that it is not impossible to have a veil pulled before your eyes, both in and out of this world of fae and folklore. That said, it would be irresponsible of me not to ask the names of the others involved. I have no intention of imprisoning anyone, but I do wish to offer counsel. [ Like, professional counseling. ] I think you and I both know the guilt that comes with a mistake like this, I would not be doing right by anyone to let those involved steep in it.

[ That is kind of Arthur to say. Emet-Selch shifts in place as though uncomfortable with the praise but elects not to acknowledge it. ]

I would give their names if I knew them. That man, Ardyn, recruited all of us separately and I did not think to ask who they were. I remember their faces though. If I find them, I can direct them to you.

[ Assuming the wraiths haven't done for them, that is. ]

I would appreciate it.

[ If you're doing something as substantial as raising the dead, maybe getting the names of the people you're doing it with is a good tell for whether or not you're doing something legitimately, he thinks, but Emet-Selch feels bad enough. No sense in rubbing it in. ]

I'm sure they will in time, too.

[ He nods. Hesitates for a moment, hands fidgeting by his side. ]

Then if I may depart, I would find this Ardyn again before he can cause more strife.

(ooc: With agreement from the player, Emet will manage to find Ritsuka but she will end up too busy to visit. He does pass her name to Arthur though. The other player did not respond to my message so I will assume Emet could not find them.)

All in all, it had been a rather good time: tricking the others into helping him, opening the Veil and unleashing horrors and monsters upon Camelot, getting to kill the enraged Somnus, even... Yes, very enjoyable indeed, even if the murder of his brother did not give Ardyn quite the satisfaction he'd expected. But Ardyn knew, too, that his unwilling colleagues would seek him out, and that was another piece of entertainment. A good fight on all sides, and then finally - finally - the release of death...

... Or so Ardyn had hoped, at least. It came as a disappointment to find himself still present, only in a disembodied form. He'd milled around a little before deciding to make the most of it. If his murderers thought themselves free of his presence, it would be good - and amusing - to prove them wrong.

It'd taken him some time, but eventually Ardyn found Emet-Selch's abode. A death mage and an alchemist both - an interesting, curious combination. Shelves full of various potions and ingredients, books, various alchemical products... There is much to study.

And so when Emet-Selch returns home - or perhaps simply awakens and makes his way downstairs one morning - there is a certain uninvited ghost strolling around the shop, peering at things in glass cabinets and generally sticking his nose where it doesn't belong while whistling tunelessly under his non-existant breath. You'd almost think he wasn't killed in a fit of revenge-driven fury.

This is the worst surprise Emet-Selch has ever had, and he's had many. At the same time, he really should have expected this to eventuate. It's the curse of being a death mage - of being able to see the souls of the dead even at home.

He had frozen momentarily on the stairs but now descends the rest of the way loudly with lips pressed into a thin line and a deep frown upon his face. "Get out," he snaps without preamble. "Find someone else to haunt."

In stark contrast Ardyn's own face splits in a grin on seeing Emet-Selch's hesitation. He saunters over to a chair, sitting down - as much as a ghost can sit down - and crossing his legs, fixing Emet with an amused look.

"Oh, don't be like that. Do we not know one another well enough? They say hardship brings people together."

"I have no wish to know you. Not after your little trick," he growls, stalking over to loom over the ghostly man. "If you don't wish me to expel you forcibly from my shop then you will leave. I can promise it will hurt."

Not that it would do much aside from temporarily kicking Ardyn out... Emet-Selch can't set wards against the dead or his own helpers won't be able to get through.

Ardyn grins again, seemingly undeterred by the threat, and spreads his arms in a gesture of injured innocence.

"Would it hurt more than having a blade pushed through me, do you think? Perhaps I ought to thank you two it was not a jagged one. There are many ways to make a man really regret his deeds as he dies, you know. You were rather merciful, I suppose. Such soft hearts."

He narrows his eyes. "Whilst you may enjoy the screams of dying men, I have no desire to hear them again. Begone already!"

And now he really does put his money where his mouth is, for he summons his magic and forcibly flings Ardyn's ghost out of his shop. It's sudden, like whiplash, but nothing stops the man from waltzing right back into the store.

The deportation is sudden indeed, but it doesn't leave Ardyn disoriented for longer than a few seconds. Tentatively he tries to stick his hand through the wall again and, finding that there indeed is nothing stopping him from going back, waltzes back in.

"Oh? You've heard many then, I take it?"

Perhaps too optimistically, Emet-Selch had hoped the expulsion would make it clear they were not wanted. He turns back to the man with a scowl.

"Hardly any of your business. Do you not understand the meaning of staying out?"

He raises his hand threateningly, as if to repeat his spell.

In fact, Ardyn is more than well aware that he is not wanted here. On the other hand, that has never stopped him.

Nevertheless, he raises his own hands in a peacemaking gesture.

"Oh, come now. Am I not perfectly harmless like this? Besides, even if you might not believe me, I did not expect such an outcome of the ritual. And you have killed me already. Are we not even?"

"Harmless... Until you convince some well-meaning fool to resurrect your corpse."

On second thought, perhaps he should keep this man near - if only to know when they've returned to life, or else prevent that very thing from happening. He lowers his hand, but the suspicious look doesn't leave his eyes.

"I have no qualms about killing you again if need be."

Ardyn perks up at the words about convincing someone to resurrect him. It looks like that idea hadn't occurred to him yet, so... Thanks, Emet?

"How very fearsome. And here I thought you had no desire to hear the screams of dying men again? Though if you ask nicely I could stay quiet as you kill me again."

Ardyn does not seem terribly serious, however, as he strolls back into the shop proper, squinting at various goods on display.

"Quite the interesting shop you've got here. Perhaps I should visit later, if I am not ground to dust by the righteous windmill of justice, or whatever it is the boy on the throne might have in store for me."

"I sell nothing that would interest a duplicitous man like you," he says tersely, taking a seat at his workbench behind the counter. The shop isn't closed today (although he is strongly considering it). He has a new piece he's working on using some of the labradorite that the boy, Walter, had given him some time ago. Yet he cannot quite concentrate with Ardyn's ghostly form wandering his shop.

"I make jewellery for those with wealth, and potions for the ailing."

The reluctant willingness to talk does not escape him. Ardyn turns around, giving Emet a curious look.

"And who is to say I am without wealth? There could be some items I would commission."

He saunters over to the workbench, peering over Emet's shoulder... for a moment, that is, before resting his ghostly hands on Emet's shoulders, leaning down all too close. The effect is more than a little skeevy.

"Would that be enough to pay for my 'duplicity', hmm?"

The man's proximity and the mention of that name has him twisting about to swipe his hand through Ardyn in a fit of anger.

"Frankly, after what you tricked us into, I'm not sure I would accept your money," he snarls. "Don't touch me."

Ardyn merely laughs, poking at Emet's hand with a ghostly finger. It goes right through.

"But I am not touching you. Do calm yourself, my boy."

He isn't quite aware Emet is magnitudes older than him.

He sneers, again trying to wave off Ardyn's hand like one might at an annoying fly.

"Do not call me 'boy' either. I am magnitudes older than you. I have seen stars die."

Well, mainly because of a certain little bird... But details!

Well, that catches his attention. Ardyn instantly perks up, leaning against the desk, eyes fixed on Emet.

"Really? What was it like? Quite exquisite, I imagine."

Ardyn may or may not be an even shittier Fandaniel.

He scowls and turns aside. The last thing he needs is another Fandaniel.

"Hardly. They collapse and grow quiet and all fades to dust. No spark of life at all, not even flora."

Ardyn hums, seemingly unperturbed by the description. If anything, something like peace seems to come over his expression.

"I take it you are not fond of the idea? The quiet, the stillness?"

"No. Who would enjoy living on a dead star? The idea is abhorrent - as abhorrent as thinking it better than encouraging life to thrive."

Should he be angry at Hermes for what the man did? He remembers the man standing with the rest of them at the end of it all, as fire rained from the sky and beasts ravaged their city.

He starts sketching idly. With Ardyn lingering he can't truly focus, so none of his rough thumbnails really please him.

"Encouraging life to thrive," echoes Ardyn - but in a much more sarcastic tone, raising his arms for a moment and slowly turning in a half-circle as though he's addressing a crowd. He lets his arms fall then, strolling around Emet's desk until he's opposite the man.

"But life feeds on other life. Life strives to extinguish other life. I think... that you need to be more accurate with your wording."

He smiles slowly, though there is no good humour in it, and leans closer, hands propped up on the desk's surface.

"It is suffering that you encourage. The strong devouring the weak and being devoured in turn by those even stronger. A wonderfully endless cycle of pain, fear and despair. How many creatures will you sentence to death so others may thrive, hmm? How many have you sentenced already? I wonder if you remember."

His grip on the pencil grows tighter. It's a wonder it doesn't break under the strain. Unwanted memories come flooding back: of the cave with its bodies piled high, of his shade reminding him of the cost, of his friend's body lying upon the altar--

Without thinking, he lunges out of his seat and tries to grab Ardyn by the collar...only to grasp empty air. He nearly pitches over the table; he does end up scattering some of his loose work across the floor. Righting himself with effort and breathing heavily, he glares at the ghostly man across the table, fists clenched tightly atop its surface.

"If I hadn't made a promise to my bonded, I would bring you back to life myself just to kill you again in the most exquisitely agonising way possible," he hisses.

There's unmasked delight on Ardyn's face; he does not even move as Emet lunges at him, either used to this kind of interaction or used to being ghostly. But more importantly - and perhaps dangerously - there's a curious fire in his eyes as well.

"Your 'bonded', you say? I should like to meet them, I think. But I do thank you for your generosity!"

He steps back to give a sarcastically elaborate, low bow.

"It has been so long since I was last spared... Yet I am moved to ask - how would you kill me? Perhaps it would not be as agonising or exquisite as you might think."

He forces himself to sit back down. He'll not get any work done today, that is certain.

"There are ways to dissect a man whilst he yet lives," he says darkly. "Normally I would not have the patience for it. But I could make an exception."

He would rather die before he let anyone take Hythlodaeus from him again.

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Ardyn watches him curiously, obviously taking all of Emet's reactions in, but not looking worried about the threat in the least. His experiments with magitek soldiers were fairly close to what Emet is describing, anyway.

"Hmm? You've got experience in such things, then?"

"Experience," he sneers. "The world is terrible enough without my contribution. No, I simply had ample time to observe all the cruelties of mankind. One cannot help but take in some...lessons in the process."

He wishes he didn't know things such as how long you can starve a man or deprive them of water without killing them. He wishes he didn't know which nerves can set one's whole body afire and which provoke involuntary functions. There are so many, many more ways to be cruel rather than kind.

"Oh yes, yes. People do tend to be quite inventive when it comes to such things, yes? What would you say is the worst thing you've borne witness to?"

His tone is still casual, as though he's just making polite conversation about the weather.

"I can start, if you would prefer. Though I would say it may be a little difficult to pick out something that one would qualify as 'the worst' I have seen."

"I would rather not," he replies tersely. "I'm not playing this game with you. Go bother someone else."

If only he could silence a man twice.

I just saw your posting on the network. You weren't touched by one of those things that attacked Camelot, were you?

I was not. The looming catastrophe unnerves me.

It has been there from the moment we arrived, Emet-Selch. It's just a little bit closer now.

[But oh, how he sometimes wishes he had a cigarette. He's been so terribly ill at ease, as of late.]

At least the Four Horsemen are back where they belong.

Yes... No thanks to that unscrupulous man who tricked us into letting them through.

[Tricked them? So Emet-Selch was involved. That's a lead with a hell of a lot more potential than combing entire forests bit by bit.

Switching to video, one can see that he is indeed in a forest. The Broceliande, if one is observant enough to notice differentiations in flora and wildlife between the different woods. Walter's lips are pressed in a thin line, frustrated with the situation, but not exactly the picture of fury, either.]

Tell me what happened. I need to know everything you can recall.

[ He reluctantly switches to audio. He doesn't really feel up to a video call right now. ]

The man recruited three of us to assist in 'reviving his dead brother', as he put it. He led us to some dank grave. In hindsight I should have suspected that the corpse he showed us could not possibly be his brother. It was far too rotten. In spite of my misgivings, I participated in the ritual to open a way for their soul to return. Yet in doing so, far more came through than we anticipated. The result was as you saw.

[The information is concerning. Reviving the dead isn't completely off-limits here, but apparently this time using that magic had a truly ominous catch.]

Do you remember the body's appearance, aside from the advanced rot? The Fisher King's body went missing after it was discovered, and he's carried a nasty curse on him since he was living and breathing.

[ He describes the body as best as he can remember. Then adds: ]

Are you suggesting the man we revived was the Fisher King?

I'm suggesting it as a strong possibility. Especially if that dank grave of yours was a fresh one. He was recently moved from his tomb.

Damn it all... if only it hadn't been necessary to split my attention... but that sword is bound to be a problem, too.

Well, what's done is done. I had not planned to get involved in either matter, but now I am. I have already informed the king about it. And I have exacted vengeance on the one responsible already.

Thank you.

[That's one less thing on his list of Things to Do.]

Though, given how people can be brought back from the dead here, I would like to know who the blighter is so I can...

[He trails off, feeling a weight sink into his consciousness, like a headache waiting to happen. He grits out the remaining portion of the sentence.]

...keep him monitored if someone does bring him back.

Ardyn Izunia. A snide little man with a penchant for theatrics.

[ And boy doesn't that run close to home... ]

Theatrics as in enjoys the theatre a little too much or theatrics as in he took a swan dive off his bleeding trolley?

[Please don't be both. Please don't be both.]

Both.

[ Sorry, Walter. :/ ]

Goddammit.

[The word is spoken in a bitter, grumbling sigh.

This is going to be a continuing problem. He can feel it, like a migraine building in his skull.]

I have enough of that to deal with back home.

I'm sure no-one would object to you wringing his neck a second time. Death seems not to have fazed him in the slightest.

Don't tempt me. I'm sure he'll do it enough.

[He stops just long enough to let out another frustrated, emphatic sigh.]

It's a good thing I'm used to things going straight to hell.

As am I.

[ A joke that he thinks no-one except those from his world can truly appreciate. ]

I did get the sense that you've been through a lot.

[What with the whole episode he had after the dragon was slain, though Walter had not made comment when it happened.]

[ He knows he is not the most emotionally stable man. It's difficult to be when you've lost all that you hold dear. ]

If there was a hell, I would be sent straight to it for my transgressions.

[Something they perhaps have in common.]

If there is a hell, I'll keep you company?

Why not. I think I shall need someone who doesn't chatter incessantly like 'Daeus.

[ The tone is gruff yet fond. ]

Speaking of whom, I hear him calling. Was there aught else you required?

No. I shall let you go for now.

Say hello to the fellow for me.

[Have a little wave.]

Mm.

[ And with that vague sound of acknowledgement, he ends the call. ]

[When Hijikata enters Polydegmon's it's an hour before closing time. The sun sinks later and later each day, so it's still bright outside, and accordingly he's wearing his sun protection gear, including the helmet that obscures his face. Mindful that Emet-Selch has not yet seen him in the outfit he makes his identity clear.]

Good day, Emet-Selch! It's Hijikata. I'm here for a few potions. Can I get a 'Mini' or two, an 'Esuna', and a 'Final Sting'? It's nothing urgent, I just think these could come in handy, based on my last few quests.

[ He looks up and he has to stare for a few moments because what in the seven hells is THAT? ]

...That is quite an order. What are you wearing?

Honestly, the 'Minis' are the most important part. It's been the second time now that I had the need to shrink down a monster!

[The look in Emet-Selch's eyes and the tone in his voice aren't lost on him, so he carefully tries to not say anything too incriminating next... but he already has a feeling that the other man will likely ask follow-up questions until he has the full story, and he'll probably be really unimpressed.]

I can't handle sunlight at the moment. One of the local miscreants spiked my drink with a shitty potion. Don't worry, though, it'll abate.

[ Emet-Selch gives him a dubious look. It isn't entirely unbelievable... If a fae can turn him into a bird for a spell, then why not make someone allergic to the very sun? ]

Would you like a remedy for the condition as well then? To alleviate the symptoms if nothing else.

[ He stands as he asks this, moving around to put together Hijikata's initial request. ]

[That offer sounds really good, and Hijikata perks up under his helmet.]

Ah, well, if it's no trouble..! Any kind of healing potion should help since it's a basic potion with a physical effect. My cells are all messed up from it.

[A nagging voice inside his head tells him that he should long have sought out Emet-Selch's support on this - what are they collaborators for?! But he simply wanted to tough it out. Having Camelot's criminals snicker about how he needed to beg the potion maker for help would have made a scratch on his pride! (But would it really, Hijikata? Was it worth living a nocturnal live for months?)]

[ He nods. Final Sting is the only one he makes to order considering how dangerous it can be, but the rest of the items he starts assembling on the counter in front of Hijikata. ]

How long ago did those miscreants spike your drink? A few days?

[ Surely it cannot be longer than that. ]

[Oh shit, here we go!!]

...

[For a moment he considers lying, but something tells him that if Emet-Selch found out he'd be twice as disappointed, so he simply does his best to sound nonchalant as he responds after a very long moment of silence.]

A few months. But it's been no trouble, really, since I've been on the night patrol anyway!

A few moons?

[ Emet-Selch snaps an incredulous and furious look towards Hijikata. ]

By the star, why would you suffer such an affliction for so long, to the point where you have an outfit to mitigate the effects, without consulting someone?!

[ He resumes taking things out but he rattles the drawers and cupboard doors with a little more force than necessary. All while scowling. ]

Foolish... Idiotic... Imbecile...

[ Eventually he sets some bottles down on the workbench behind the counter with a sharp clack and jabs his finger at a nearby chair, kept for customers who need to wait. ]

Sit down.

[Crap, he really is as mad as Hijikata thought he would be! He obediently sits, but can't stop himself from further trying to justify his (in)actions.]

It really aligned with my schedule just fine!

[He still felt godawful for most of the first weeks, schedule or no schedule. He even had to be hospitalised on the day of the poisoning, and they kept him there for several days and administered plenty of treatments before he was deemed fit for release (under obligation of looking after himself well - did he do that?).]

Besides I wanted to prove to the criminal rabble that a simple potion isn't enough to faze Camelot's knights! We can improvise, adapt, overcome!

[Now he really just sounds like an absolute meathead...]

[ His lips press into a thin line. ]

The 'criminal rabble' would have taken one look at your sorry state and thought to themselves, "Ah, now there's a gullible fellow," and immediately taken advantage of you. No-one willingly endures such a dire handicap when the solution is so blatant. If it were me, I would have an ambush waiting for you when you visited the nearest healer. But I suppose in your foolishness, you evaded such trouble.

[ He mixes something together in a cup, keeping an eye on its colour as he stirs. ]

Here - I'll have you drink this first whilst I prepare more for you to take at home.

[He keeps wanting to justify himself - how it doubtlessly impressed Camelot's criminal underworld how quickly he was back in the saddle, and how no one dared try to lay a hand on him -, but there's that pesky (and rather recent) memory of some suspicious figures trying to sneak into his campsite while he was resting during the daytime... luckily they set off his perimeter alarm and had to flee, so he decides to not even tell Emet-Selch about that. It would only raise his blood pressure further.]

At the hospital they said it'd take at least a month of really intense healing sessions, and at the time that seemed like more than I could afford.

[Schedule-wise moreso than financially. Still, he knows that this is a weak argument - even more sporadic healing sessions would have been better than nothing! He gratefully takes the cup from Emet-Selch and drinks.]

Thank you.

[Both for making the brew for him, and for worrying about him. In hindsight he increasingly realises how selfish he was in his stubbornness - if he had been ambushed and burned to a crisp by the daylight he'd have left the Yuureisengumi abandoned, and Emet-Selch and a number of other people would have lost a mentor, comrade or friend.]

I don't plan to let anything like that happen again - I got myself a potion-nullifier -, but on the off chance that it does I'll contact you first thing.

[The "potion-nullifier" is a magical bracelet, a present from an old lady as a thank-you gift for saving her in a quest - and it only nullifies one potion, then it becomes non-magical. So Hijikata is far from damage-proofed for the long-term future.]

A potion n-- Well, I hope you do not have it on you right now or the one I just gave you will be useless.

[ He scowls at Hijikata. Honestly! He's grudgingly grown to like the man, but sometimes he feels like he needs to hold their hand. Mortals really are just children playing at being adults. ]

Where did you get such a thing in the first place? Most enchanted items can only warn you of poisons; they do not render them harmless.

..!

...

...

I...

I forgot.

[This can't be happening. It's like a nightmare where he's disappointing his senpai worse and worse with every passing moment!! Given the deep shade in the shop that allowed him to partly lift up his face shield and drink he also pulls back his double-layered sleeves to take off the clearly handmade bracelet he was wearing on his wrist.]

This is it-- this was it. A local woman gave it to me - local to Camelot or Elphame or neither, I don't know. I met her in the mountains.

...

Sorry.

[For his moronic behaviour - now and over the last months -, and for wasting the healing potion. Talk about eating humble pie!!]

[ Oh, Zodiark grant him the patience to deal with this well-meaning fool...

He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a deep breath before he can say something he'll regret. Then turns around and starts making a second dose. ]

Are you absolutely sure it does not discriminate between restoratives and poisons? ...Well, granted, testing it on a common poison now would still be a waste...

[ He sighs heavily, glancing back at Hijikata. ]

Don't look so glum. What's done is done.

[He honestly feels like moping around for at least another hour, if not for the rest of the evening, but at Emet-Selch's mercifully mild reaction he exhales and musters a faint smile.]

I'll tell my squire to keep this in mind when I give him the other one.

[If he can at least forewarn Shoto now it won't be a total loss! He makes a mental note to get Emet-Selch something nice too the next time he visits the traders from Elphame.]

[ The greatest gift you could give him is thinking things through!!

Emet-Selch nods, satisfied that the man has learnt his lesson for the time being. He swiftly prepares a second dose and hands it to Hijikata. ]

You have a squire, you say. You are making quite the effort to fit in.

[ It isn't a criticism. Merely an observation. ]

[He gratefully takes the refilled cup and drinks. He really appreciates it!! At Emet-Selch's remark he shakes his head.]

It's not about fitting it. I didn't look for a squire on purpose. That boy, he...

[He pauses, trying to find the right words.]

He dedicated himself to me.

[Shoto's admiration for him is baffling to him even now. He can fully count on him to hold his own and have his back on any kind of quest, and on top of that he also is kind and good-natured! Hijikata really doesn't know how he lucked out like that.]

It's been... rewarding. Hey, maybe you should consider taking a squire too.

[Emet-Selch's proficiency and sharp mind would make him a valuable teacher - for a competent student only, though, because one who's disagreeable or slow on the uptake would certainly exasperate the man.]

[ He looks away uncomfortably, moving to put away his apparatus. Anything to be washed, he gathers on a tray to bring into the back room later. ]

I don't believe that would be a good idea.

[ In better times, in...idyllic times, perhaps he would have handed the figurative reins to another and returned to the star with his friends. But then the world had changed, and man with it. Since then, he has set far from a good example for others to follow. ]

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[That reply came tersely, but Hijikata won't prod Emet-Selch about his reasons. He feels like he's given him enough of a headache for today already, so he gets up from his seat.]

Well, you've got your hands full enough with the shop, I reckon. Each of us can only do so much!

[He waits for the bill for his assorted potions, then pays. With the helmet's face shield now fully closed again his voice sound a little muffled, but his bow, potion bag neatly held in both hands, expresses his gratitude.]

Thank you for your help, really. The next time you'll see me it won't be in this get-up.

[If only so he doesn't get scolded again!]

[ Huffing, he waves Hijikata off. Although he feigns indifference, he really does hope the other man won't do something as foolish as waste an enchanted item again. Like it or not, he has grown used to seeing them around. ]

I hope not. Unless you enjoy looking like a literal knight out of a faerie tale. Bring your squire by sometime; I would like to meet them.

I will!

[Or maybe he'll send Shoto over to deliver materials the next time ~~due to logistics~~. He's confident that Emet-Selch will be pleased to meet him, given what a faultless boy he is!]

Though Hades had tried to reassure Hythlodaeus (not terribly successfully) that he's fine, all pretense of that fades away the moment his friend violently throws his phone at the wall. That's certainly on the "Uh-oh" end of the spectrum of Hades's breakdowns, and Hythlodaeus hurries over almost immediately; their bond makes obvious his worry and concern - though there is also a smidgen of reproach at the fact that Hades tried to lie to him.

"Hades, what happened?"

A fresh wave of guilt filters over their bond. Hades glances at Hythlodaeus and then away.

"I--"

He bites his lip hard. "I was speaking with...Venat."

... Well, that does not clear things up much. Hythlodaeus gives the forlorn phone a puzzled look, then reaches out to take his bonded's hand.

"Venat? I know you used to be annoyed by her, but this is something far beyond that. What happened, Hades?"

He grips the hand. There's a tightness in his chest that makes it hard to breathe. It has been many moons since he has felt this level of despair and he struggles to keep it from showing.

"You are aware of how Hydaelyn sundered our star, yes...? It was Venat," he spits past gritted teeth. "It was she who tore the world apart. Who scattered our people's souls across fourteen shards and fought to keep us from rejoining them. She--" His voice breaks and, to his horror, he finds tears welling in his eyes again. His other hand takes Hythlodaeus' shoulder in a vice-like grip. "Why am I alive, 'Daeus?" he shouts. "Why did she have to spare me?! If I had to die then why could I not have been sundered with all the rest?!? I don't want to remember! I don't want to be alone! What else was I supposed to do?!"

The revelation that it was Venat's doing to sunder the world comes as a shock, but a shock that's quickly pushed aside when Hades grips his shoulder, hard enough to be painful. Hythlodaeus startles with the suddenness of it, but the moment he sees the tears in his friend's eyes he knows that any other questions, any other concerns Hythlodaeus himself might have will have to wait. He can sense Hades's fear and anger and despair across their bond, so it falls to him to be the calm one here.

Hythlodaeus steps a little closer, raises his free hand to comb through Hades's hair at the temple, his voice soft and gentle in the hope that the sound will help his friend feel a little calmer. Hades is in pain, even more so than usual, so what Hythlodaeus wants to do is be as soothing as possible.

"I'm sorry, Hades. I don't know. But you didn't deserve to go through what you had to endure. No one does." He breathes out softly, leaning in closer as a reassurance of company. "You are not alone anymore, Hades. I am here."

He hates crying, especially where anyone else can see. But in his mind's eye he can see the bodies piled high in that cavern and all the faces of those who trusted him, loved him, depended on him, twisted in betrayal. He can hear voices screaming for succor in fire, flood, and snow across centuries. Across eras. For a while, he thought he had escaped such dreams. After Hythlodaeus' death on Avalon, however, they had returned.

"She says I should have left you dead," he says hoarsely. "That this pain is my own doing. That if I had used my power to help instead of sow chaos--"

He breaks into tearful, unbalanced laughter and buries his face against Hythlodaeus' shoulder. "Does she think I didn't try?" he growls. "Watching their civilisations grow only to see them fall with the lightest of nudges. Incapable of learning, incapable of growing..."

...But Hythlodaeus has heard much of this before. Hades falls silent, tears welling thick and fast until his friend's shirt starts to soak through. Though he does not speak, the seething resentment he feels resonates loudly enough.

Hythlodaeus goes absolutely still for a few moments when Hades says that Venat apparently thinks his friend should have left him dead. While of course he is not happy with how Hades went about getting his revenge, the thought that Hythlodaeus himself should have stayed dead and Hades is at fault for suffering so... well. It's a chilling one, and one that maybe makes him a little angry, and the next thought that comes is that Venat must have changed terribly over the time, too. It's sad, really, and for a brief moment Hythlodaeus feels painfully lonely; he wonders if it was like that for Hades, too, but stretched over millennia.

He shakes himself mentally, returning to the here and now. There is not much he can do for his friend right now but be there; he wraps an arm around Hades's waist, pulling him into a hug, his other hand still petting his hair in what he hopes is a soothing gesture.

"I know you better than anyone, Hades. Better than Venat, certainly. And I cannot imagine a world where you wouldn't have tried. Even now... you hate mortals because you care, do you not?"

His voice is quiet, but Hythlodaeus hopes that the words reach his friend. And while it is true that Hades has committed many atrocities over the years, this is what Hythlodaeus has come to see it as: fury and hatred that are born of the despair of someone seeing the good in people disappear again and again. If Hades truly loathed mortals, he would not speak of their inability to learn, he wouldn't have come to love the Warriors of Light, he wouldn't have given the shard of Azem in his world a chance to stand with or against him.

A quiet, keening sob escapes him and he wraps his arms tightly around Hythlodaeus in turn. Sacrifice. Always more sacrifice, Venat had accused him. So she would allow someone like the Exarch to turn back time to save their loved one, but not him? The hypocrisy makes him want to scream.

"Don't be ridiculous," he mutters, feeling as though his chest is trying to rip itself in half. The faces of all those he once loved flash by his mind's eye. "If I cared, I wouldn't have consigned their civilisations to fire and flood. I wouldn't incite murder, or unrest, or revolt. I didn't care if a plague took the world because it would bring me one step closer to being reunited with you. Do those sound like the actions of a good man to you? Do they, 'Daeus?"

He doesn't know how the Warriors of Light feel. They generally refrain from speaking about it given their vastly different points of view. He knows Felih feels immense guilt that he cannot be the one Hades desires. Irhya... Irhya claims to be content to have his love even if secondary, but he suspects she wishes that she had the whole of his attention.

The weight of all his years has never felt so heavy.

"What if we stayed here?" he eventually mumbles. "What if we never returned to Eitherys? I don't think I can look upon our star again without weeping, and I've no wish to see...her."

I accept my guilt, Hades... You hide from yours, and run from it.

He shakes his head roughly and claws desperately at Hythlodaeus. Be. QUIET!

The idea of staying here is in fact a rather sad one; for as long as Hythlodaeus could remember, Hades cared greatly for the star and its people. But... isn't it just further proof that his friend cares? Even back then Hades had had his own doubts about being suited to the role of Emet-Selch, despite being obviously the best candidate. And now, after too much pain, despair, self-loathing, it makes sense that he can't bear to look at their idyllic world again without breaking.

The logical part of Hythlodaeus wants to say that staying in Avalon forever would be far too lonely, even with the two of them. They would still outlive almost everyone they know, there would still be too many differences between them and mortals. There would be still more violence and willful ignorance that Hades would have to bear witness to.

But he knows that's not what his friend needs to hear, not with the way he clings to Hythlodaeus and claws at his clothes. It's worrying, really; it's been a long time since it was this bad. Hythlodaeus shifts his hold slightly, hugging Hades tighter in turn, as though trying to shield him within his embrace.

"We can stay here as long as you need, Hades. It would give me the time to find all the best places to take you to, after all," he replies softly, the statement both lighthearted enough to keep the mood from plummeting completely and genuine enough to be a real promise. After all, recovery is what he wants most for his bonded, recovery and being able to be himself again. And perhaps that can be felt through the bond: care, protectiveness, deep love and a certain kind of calm, the readiness to shield his friend from whatever further pain might come his way.

"I'm sorry," he whispers brokenly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry--"

He does want to go home. He wants to see Amaurot as it once was, full of life and creativity. He wants to spend idle days with Hythlodaeus and Azem, where the worst thing he has to worry about is a headache from their combined mischief. He craves it so desperately that it almost makes him feel ill. But to return with the knowledge that it would all soon crumble is a heartache he is not sure he can bear a second time.

His friend's steady presence eventually does serve to anchor him. His unsteady breathing evens out. Miserably, he realises that once again he has burdened Hythlodaeus with his own angst and struggles to gather his scattered thoughts and emotions. How many more times must this happen before he can bear this weight on his own?

~~Serve. Save. Slave. Slay.~~ I will never atone for what I've done.

"Why is it mortal man is allowed to wish for a better world, but not I?" he mutters.

As if mortals don't wish for a better life. As if they don't also seek eternity. As if they won't also eventually seek perfection and waste away like every other blasted star in the universe. Hypocrite. Hypocrite.

"I hate her."

Hearing Hades apologize like that is, as ever, like a knife to Hythlodaeus's heart. Of course, he does not deny that his friend has committed many horrific things - horrific by Hades's own standards, too - but he can only feel sorrow at the fact, not hatred or disgust.

(Nor can he hate Venat, really; despite the disbelief and concern for Hades, Hythlodaeus has no desire to see two people he cares for fight. Perhaps there is an explanation somewhere.)

"If wishing for a better world is a crime, then I too am guilty," he murmurs in response. His fingers meanwhile massage at Hades's scalp gently - yet another way to help him calm down. "Mortal words may prove interesting to visit, but I would not wish to live in them."

If the sight of mortal souls had sickened him, he's sure it would disappoint Hythlodaeus even more. His friend would have been able to see every imperfection, every flaw. No, indeed, Hythlodaeus would not enjoy a prolonged time in the mortal world.

He sighs, closing his eyes again as the other man's fingers knead his scalp. That said...that said, he thinks that if they had been together from the start, the ordeal would not have been so harrowing. Does he believe that mortalkind will persist? He's not sure. How can anyone be sure of such things? All he knows is that the world is theirs to make better or worse and he can only hope for the former.

"...I'm sorry," he repeats, but this time it is a great deal calmer. Or rather, quieter. He pulls away from the embrace to pick up his phone, switching it off without looking at the screen. He doesn't want to know if Venat had remained online, waiting for him to acknowledge her. "Do you think I'm running from my guilt...? Be honest, 'Daeus. I don't want you to spare my feelings."

The wording may seem innocuous, but it does tip off Hythlodaeus as to what must have happened. His eyes flit to Hades's phone briefly, its screen now resolutely black, but he decides not to ask outright just yet.

"You drown yourself in it sometimes," he replies after a few moments of silence, voice quiet but steady. He knows it is not a pleasant topic for either of them, but at the same time he can't quite deny the tiny glimmer of hope within him. He looks back up at his friend, hoping that the eye contact will be returned. "You cannot forgive yourself, and so you do not let anyone do so, either. Out of that guilt and shame you try to push us away, too, because you do not think you are worthy of love."

Hythlodaeus takes a deeper breath, gently stepping closer to Hades again - he has the feeling that proximity is important right now.

"I do not think you are running. You do not deny your guilt. But I think that you live in fear, every day. You oft cry in your sleep," he adds quietly, reaching out for his friend's hand again - perhaps in a bid to reassure him, or perhaps as a way to keep him in place.

It's only when Hythlodaeus steps closer that he finally makes himself look up. If he must be honest with himself, it is only Hythlodaeus' enduring love for him that hasn't led to him trying to push his friend away again. Only that silent assurance pulsing across the unbreakable bond between them reassures him that his oldest, dearest friend hasn't forsaken him.

It's gut-wrenching to realise just how suspicious he has become of others that he even doubts Hythlodaeus to begin with.

"I didn't realise you were--" He cuts himself off. He had thought his friend soundly asleep those times. Sometimes he wakes with tears already in his eyes, and sometimes he wakes unable to bear the pain. He looks away again and mutters, "I don't understand how she can act as though nothing has happened. She accuses me of running from my guilt yet she shows not an iota of it herself."

Hythlodaeus laces their fingers together, yet another little reminder of their bond - he has the feeling Hades can use that. Unbeknownst to his friend, he has been aware of the extent of his pain this whole time, but at least Hythlodaeus knew enough not to bring it up, not with how secretive Hades tries to be about it. And while it's out in the open now, perhaps it's a conversation for later, once Hades has had a chance to get over the confrontation with Venat.

"Mayhap you are more similar than either of you thinks. Does she feel no guilt or does she simply not allow herself to dwell on those feelings? She has always been very... driven by her goals."

And it is perhaps an inherent trait of all who take the seat of Azem: a manner of self-sacrifice for the sake of others, a tendency to disregard danger or damage to oneself. He sees glimpses of such attitude in Irhya, too, and perhaps unsurprisingly.

"I am not--!"

He sucks in a sharp breath to cut himself off. Exhaling, he grips Hythlodaeus' hand. He has to stop lashing out without thinking. He needs to regain some of the composure he once possessed. It's difficult though with such anger as courses through him at the mere mention of Venat or Hydaelyn.

"How could you suggest I have anything remotely in common with her? She would never have made sacrifices to bring you or anyone else back to life. She claims to care for life yet will stand by and watch that very same life perish. She is a hypocrite, 'Daeus. She loves death more than she loves life."

Fortunately, Hythlodaeus is at least used to the outbursts now, and can keep his calm. It's not that Hades snaps at him often, but the frustration is easy enough to notice even in their daily life - and especially now, when the bond between them lets Hythlodaeus sense that anger more keenly than ever.

"Then perhaps she's changed more than I thought," he answers quietly; and it might be true, since he hasn't spoken with her himself. "But I merely meant to point out that you are both stubborn." He tips his head, giving Hades a careful look. "What exactly did she tell you? It has been a while since I last saw you so upset."

He takes a few deep breaths and closes his eyes. Would that he could find even a smidgeon of Hythlodaeus' calm and patience. It's not fair to continue to burden his friend with his emotional struggles. Especially now that they are so much clearer.

"I told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she were to do anything that would endanger your life that I would take hers to bring you back again. To which she replied that...your sacrifice had been voluntary. That I should have accepted your loss and moved on. She...criticised me for using my power to bring death and destruction several times over, instead of helping to rebuild. That all I had ever done was everything I had hated mortals for. And she said...that while she was sympathetic about what happened to you last year, that she had no sympathy for my pain because I had done the same to so many others."

He starts chuckling, an empty sound touched by desperation and insanity. He rests his forehead against Hythlodaeus' chest, staring blankly into the weave of his friend's clothes. "How easy it is for her to say that when she never walked amongst them herself. Never understood how it felt to hunger in famine, to thirst in drought, to waste away as your body burns with unquenchable fever. Or to watch family die before their time, over, and over, and over again across countless centuries..."

He listens attentively, a slight frown appearing on his features, then deepening. While it is true that his sacrifice was voluntary, he could never blame Hades for wanting to bring him back; Hythlodaeus would likely have done the same if the roles had been reversed. Or rather, he would have sacrificed himself along with Hades, unable and unwilling to be parted from one another. And as for having no sympathy for Hades's pain because he, too, has hurt others... Hythlodaeus can't quite imagine the Venat he knew to think like that. It's a very mortal way of thinking - and perhaps a sign that Venat really is not as unaffected as Hades thinks.

But as those thoughts flash by Hythlodaeus's attention is still on his friend. When Hades rests his forehead against him, he hugs him in return, one hand stroking his back soothingly to help keep Hades grounded in reality. And despite the heaviness of the topic, there is only one response that comes to his mind.

"And you say you do not care for them."

Even as he says it, Hythlodaeus is reminded of a conversation from long ago, so much longer for Hades that he likely does not even remember it. Such moving empathy. It's as if you wore the feathers yourself. Yes, Hades has always felt things so strongly, even back then; how much stronger, how much more painful would it grow after sharing lives with mortals?

He shakes his head roughly and voices a muffled sound of complaint. "I don't care for them. I don't. I--"

...But there's something in Hythlodaeus' gentle tone that brings out the lie of his denial even before he can finish.

His shoulders slump. He exhales shakily, and in a small voice, says, "I wanted them to live long enough to see their dreams fulfilled."

Hythlodaeus feels a pang of relief: up until now Hades would only deny that he has any concern for the mortals, and him finally admitting that he does is a step forward. He holds him a little closer, resting his cheek against Hades's head.

"I know. And it hurt you so to never see those dreams come to fruition."

"I would always hear their souls crying out," he murmurs. "Mourning for tasks left incomplete, words left unsaid. 'Twas unfathomably cruel what she did to them. Even had I tried to help, I couldn't possibly bear all their unfulfilled wishes by myself. I already had my arms full with the regrets of our own.

"...Besides which," he continues quietly, "if the intent was to condemn man to an eternal search for life's meaning, wouldn't my interference make them complacent?"

"Who knows," he replies quietly. His heart grows heavier as Hades talks of the unfulfilled aspirations of the mortals; in a way, Hythlodaeus's own wish never came true either, did it? And though it is minor in the grand scheme of things, that makes it no less sad.

"Did any of them find that meaning?"

That gets a crooked, unseen smile against Hythlodaeus' shirt. "Well now, mayhap you should ask that of the Warriors of Light."

Even if the Azem they knew is gone, their spirit lives on. And he thinks that in confronting a living entity of despair, that they have found their answer.

"...What was your life's purpose, 'Daeus?" he eventually asks, lifting his head. "What was it you sought to accomplish?"

He cannot help but ask in the past tense even though his friend has yet to see the Final Days.

He smiles in return, a little mischievous, but a little shy, too. It's not like he ever made a secret of his life's goal, but it is still embarrassing to say out loud to one of the people it concerns.

"Have I never told you? What I've always wanted is to help you and Azem realize your full potential. I haven't got much I can give the star, but you two do. And I want to see you shine as brightly as I know you can."

He gazes into his partner's eyes. Then cups Hythlodaeus' face between his hands and kisses his friend tenderly. Not that a mere kiss can convey all the warmth and affection he feels for them. No, nothing in this realm can come close at all.

"I am afraid I am very much a fallen star right now, 'Daeus. One whose potential will never be realised after all. But we are here - we will halt the calamity threatening our star. And once we have, once we return home, I would ask that you travel the world with me so that we might see the world as Azem did but through our own eyes."

"I would love that," he replies after kissing back, a smile on his face and obvious affection in his eyes. He is truly, truly happy to hear that Hades has something he wants to do after returning now; the last few times they've spoken of it, all that his friend wanted was to go to his rest. "But I suppose that does mean they will have to find someone else to mind the Bureau." His voice takes on a mischievous tone there; after all, how often does he get to slack off by Hades's own permission?

'Slack off'? That would imply Hythlodaeus did any work to begin with--

"'Twill be a scandal for the ages: man abandons his work to travel for pleasure," he says with a soft laugh. "Foist the work on my past self. Give him something to grumble about when you return - and something for you to fuss over and appease upon your return."

Come on, he very diligently sat in his office most of the time! When he wasn't sneaking out under one pretense or another.

Hythlodaeus laughs in answer, amused by the mental image of the younger Hades having to deal with the many ridiculous submissions the Bureau saw on the daily... in addition to his main duties as Emet-Selch. He would have such lectures to endure upon his return.

"I would not be surprised if on our return he would force us both to do his work for a few moons. Which, I suppose, would be only fair... And I imagine I would have to take him traveling sometimes, too. I could just see him feeling jealous over himself - that is, you."

"I think I could stand to do some menial work as punishment for a little selfishness." He chuckles as well. "Although I must confess...'twould be lonely not being able to monopolise your attention."

Because yes, he wagers he would be jealous of anyone else occupying Hythlodaeus' time. Even if it was another of him. Oh, he doubts he would make it clear though. There would be barbs, pointed words, the silent treatment - until someone confronted him about the matter and forced him to out his concerns.

Hythlodaeus can't help chuckling more at the mental image, completely charmed. He knows full well that Hades would be absolutely loath to voice his jealousy outright - it's only a blessing that his older self at least can admit to it. But he's also certain in his ability to reassure both of them, one way or another.

"Ah, I can wager I would be the only man ever to be faced with such a problem! Having two lovers vying for my attention, yet they are both the same person. I shall have to turn to Azem so they would distract you two in turns."

"Oh, outsourcing your mischief now, are you? But would you not then grow jealous?"

He smiles faintly though. He doesn't think he has anything to worry about. The bond between them gives him surety. Hythlodaeus will always come back to him, no matter how long the wait. Isn't there a saying? 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'?

"I think you will need to introduce him to your pet name for me as well, else he will think himself less worthy."

"Ah, you are right there. I considered coming up with another one for him, but I fear differentiating between you would still make you both feel as though 'tis a competition." Another wave of fondness through their bond - it's obvious that Hythlodaeus considers the prospect charming. And perhaps buoyed by that feeling he wraps his arms around Hades's waist a little tighter, lifting him off his feet and spinning him around a little - a silly, embarrassingly affectionate gesture that's so much in Hythlodaeus's character. "And well, if I grew lonely in your or his absence, I would merely make you make it up to me later! One way or another."

Hades utters an undignified squawk as he's suddenly lifted off his feet and spun around. For the briefest moment, he ends up leaning Hythlodaeus (much to his partner's glee, no doubt). Once he touches down again and regains his composure, he huffs and pinches his friend's cheek.

Despite his outward manner, there is nothing but affection for the other man.

"You silly man - I hope you didn't throw out your back picking me up just now."

He grins at the familiar grousing, though there is some unevenness to his breathing. It's not his fault that Hades is heavier than he might look!

"If I did, does that mean I don't have to wash the dishes today?"

He rolls his eyes but then suddenly smirks. Bending suddenly, he sweeps his friend off their feet and into his arms, carrying them over to a nearby armchair and placing them gently in it.

"Alright, 'Daeus," he says. "But just this once." And then as though doting on one of the elderly, he kisses the crown of Hythlodaeus' head before straightening, still wearing that smirk.

He squeaks in surprise, clinging to Hades automatically, but being carried is quite pleasing! But just as he gets comfortable in Hades's arms he's deposited on an armchair, not to mention the implications of being treated as an old man. He pouts (though it's all playful, of course) and grabs onto one of Hades's arms, refusing to let go even as he straightens up. If he's going to be pandered to, it ought to last longer than a couple minutes!

"I also want a massage. For my poor thrown back."

"A massage, is it? What a demanding man you are. How am I supposed to massage your back while you sit in this chair, hmm?"

He flicks a stray lock of hair out of Hythlodaeus' face playfully, crouching so they're mostly eye-level.

He grins in response, looking smug, and very obviously delighted at having Hades indulge his whims.

"You could put me on the bed, then. I fear I cannot walk on my own!"

"Oh dear," he says with mock concern. "With such a terrible affliction paralysing the love of my heart, I suppose I must."

He rises again, carefully scooping Hythlodaeus up once more. Once he has his friend securely in his arms (and now HIS back and arms are straining) he makes his way to their bedroom, carefully shuffling in sideways through the door so as not to bump his friend's head.

Oh, Hythlodaeus is so terribly smug, and certainly Hades can feel that through their bond, happiness and affection mixed with self-satisfaction. He nuzzles into Hades's neck, getting cozy in his arms again, even if it only lasts for a while before he's deposited on the bed. Almost immediately, Hythlodaeus stretches like a contented cat, giving a pleased hum.

"You know, I could get used to being carried everywhere. And being told I'm the love of your heart."

The mattress sinks a little when Hades sits upon the edge. He trails a hand over the back of Hythlodaeus' head, smiling slightly.

"I wouldn't want you to grow fat from the privilege. Now, are you comfortable?"

He shifts further inward, kneeling beside his friend's outstretched body. He hasn't really massaged someone before but how hard could it be?

He starts by kneading the lower back, planning to work his way up to the shoulder blades.

"Well, if you thought I was in danger of putting on weight, couldn't you help me... exercise?" Hythlodaeus turns his head to the side to glance up at Hades slyly... and wink. What could he possibly mean by "exercise", who can even tell!

But he makes a pleased sound, closing his eyes again as Hades begins to knead his back. Any physical contact is pleasant, of course, but the additional atmosphere of care makes it all the better.

Hades flushes a light pink and clears his throat loudly. A sense of internal squirming comes across though his hands continue to work on the muscles of his friend's back. Though he is unpractised at this, his hands are at least firm. If Hythlodaeus is in any discomfort, he will immediately know.

"I'm not sure I have the fortitude to help you burn off so much energy," he mumbles.

Unfortunately, his mind brings up memories of his time in Duplicity and the all-too-frequent trope of 'massages' being used as a euphemism for sexual acts - or even as a precursor to them.

Further embarrassment filters through and he presses his lips together, trying to will his stray thoughts away.

Ah-ha. The embarrassment is familiar and obvious enough for Hythlodaeus to pick up on what road his friend's mind went down. Smirking to himself, he shifts a little, rolling his shoulders with another throaty hum of pleasure, one that's a little too sensual for the situation (and definitely not purposeful, perish the thought!).

"Oh, I wonder about that, Hades," he all but purrs. "You've always been stronger than me, after all..."

Stars give me strength...

He fixes his eyes pointedly on Hythlodaeus' back and the way his hands slowly knead their way higher up, but it does nothing to halt that familiar curl of mischief he's come to associate with his bonded partner. He can feel his cheeks growing warm.

"Strength is one thing. Stamina is quite another," he manages to get out (unsteadily, to his shame). He finds himself wishing he did have some of that youthful, ravenous energy Felih seems to possess. Then he could cover Hythlodaeus from behind and--

He gives himself a rough shake. "You like being held down, do you?" he hears himself asking. "I suppose you must, given how much you enjoyed being in the many limbs of my other form."

"I figured that your skill with alchemy might help with a lack of stamina," Hythlodaeus remarks, clearly enjoying himself. The feeling of Hades's hands on his back earns another appreciative sigh for him, but fortunately for his friend the next remark does catch Hythlodaeus unawares. He can't help blushing as well - not just because of recalling that time, but because of his bonded being more open with his teasing, too. Not to mention...

"I suppose I do," Hythlodaeus murmurs in reply. Putting it that way makes him all the more aware of how attracted he's always been to the sheer difference in power between the two of them, in both physical and aetheric sense. The mere fact that Hades wielded a greatsword that was as tall as Hythlodaeus himself, for one. "But you enjoy holding me down too, do you not? I am certain you must have dreamed of punishing me at least once or twice before... Agesandros~"

A strangled noise of agreement works its way out of him. He could concoct a stamina potion. Such a thing is easy for an alchemist - even Hythlodaeus could make one if he were so inclined. Mayhap someday, if his friend is feeling particularly lascivious, he could consume a small measure...

But for now, he wrenches himself back to the present. In all honesty, though he oft threatens it during this sort of banter, he has never thought of how he would punish Hythlodaeus for his transgressions - sexually speaking, that is. Irhya had once tried such a play on him though and now Hades finds himself wondering how his bonded would respond.

Taking a deep breath, he finally allows himself to look at his friend's face. "Would you like me to discipline you now, 'Daeus?" he murmurs quietly. He leans down, using his weight to gently press down upon Hythlodaeus' upper back and emphasise his question. "I could, if you are willing."

The shiver of flustered excitement that runs through Hythlodaeus at that should be answer enough. He makes a small noise at being pressed down, glancing up at Hades with his cheeks tinged pink.

"I would quite love that, Hades," he murmurs in response, a smile on his lips. "I've always been curious about how you would do it... I would even go as far as to say that was why I've always tried to provoke you so."

This time he huffs in amusement. He shifts from kneeling beside Hythlodaeus to kneeling astride the other man from behind. With his hands on his friend's shoulders, he presses his lips to their nape and peppers kisses and light nips across the bare skin there.

"I would have you raise your hips for me then, 'Daeus. Since I cannot bend you across my desk, we shall have to make do."

The kisses elicit another shiver and a sigh of pleasure from Hythlodaeus, but the request - or command, rather, - is rather more embarrassing... and all the more enjoyable for that. He can't resist indulging in the mental image Hades's words bring, too: being bent over his desk roughly and being taken as part of his discipline for one instance of mischief too many... it's more than alluring. Hythlodaeus raises his hips up as instructed, feeling his heart beat faster and his cheeks grow warmer.

"Mm... I have to wonder just what I would have had to do back then for you to choose to reprimand me like this."

"...I love you too much to see this as punishment."

He confesses this in a low, self-conscious tone. Perhaps it ruins the play a little but he doesn't care. It's the truth.

Keeping one hand pressing gently (but firmly) down between Hythlodaeus' shoulder blades, the other skirts across his friend's waist and starts to undo their belt.

"I will stop as soon as you cry something out of character," he says. "As you say, I am stronger. I do not want to hurt you."

While this is indeed contrary to the very premise of the play, Hythlodaeus can only feel all the more affectionate towards his friend. Hades has always been very sentimental, but shy as well; hearing him admit his love so openly is a treat.

"I love you too," Hythlodaeus replies with a smile. "I'll let you know if aught is uncomfortable... But I do rather like it when you are more decisive with me. Mayhap you could see it as indulging me? Or you could give me some orders... Though I suppose you prefer to be ordered yourself, hmm?"

"Mm... I take my orders from you, [my dear]." He ponders his next move as he leisurely starts to tug his friend's trousers down. He lets them slide down to the knees - after all, if he were truly bending Hythlodaeus over a desk, he wouldn't be bothering to remove all of their clothes, nor taking the time to let his friend kick them away.

A thought occurs to him. "I'm indulging you and your desire to be ravished," he muses out loud. "Because you want me to. Because I know you want me to." Bending down such that their bodies are flush against one another's, he purrs, "I remember how well you took me in my true form. How open you were. It's time to confess, 'Daeus: what have you done that makes you deserving of that same treatment?"

Felih could easily hear the commotion from his room, ears up and alert at the sound of the phone being thrown and making contact with the wall. The sudden sound made him flinch and jump slightly from where he had been tending to his little garden, and he faltered before setting down his tools and hesitating by his door.

His hand hovered by the knob, wondering what to do, but it sounded as if Hythlodaeus was there to help calm their beloved.

He instead returns to his bed, curled up anxiously and grooming his tail, knowing Hythlodaeus is far more likely to succeed at calming Hades than he is. Still, he worries and frets, and even when Hythlodaeus has departed, Felih finds himself peeking out of his room, before slipping out and moving to settle by Hades.

"...darling?" he murmurs, a gentle hand reaching out to caress the man's cheek in concern.

He is a fair bit calmer after being talked to by Hythlodaeus. Still upset, but not on the point of crying any longer. Felih's quiet query startles him however. He jolts in place and twists around.

"Ah... Felih. I'm sorry. I'm fine now."

Felih can't help but worry. He gently cups a cheek, thumb rubbing over the cheekbone as he searches Hades' eyes.

"I know Hythlodaeus must have already asked, but... do you wish to talk about it, love?" he murmurs, before scooting closer and altogether climbing into the man's lap for better hugs and cuddling. He just wants to comfort him, even if all he can do is offer tactile affection.

He wordlessly adjusts to the new weight in his lap, looping his arms about Felih's waist and holding them there.

"Given the chance, you would always take your Mother's side, would you not?" He heaves a tired, resigned sigh. "So no, there isn't much point talking about it."

"...Not anymore," Felih says quietly. He buries his face into Hades' chest for several long, quiet moments, before he turns his head aside to speak.

"If I had gotten the chance to know you... to know the past, I... well, you already know I... wished for the Rejoining to be gentler. Kinder. But even if I did, would we be able to overcome the Song of Oblivion that awaited us? Zodiark shielded us at too great a cost. And yet more sacrifices were needed to revive the land... I'm selfish, darling. I don't like sacrifice."

It was why Azem had condemned both Venat's and the Convocation's plans, after all. There had to have been another way...

"Hydaelyn had the advantage of always finding me first, 'tis true. And it allows ample time to mold my beliefs to her liking," he murmurs. "If I had been able to know all I know now... I still think I would've tried to find another way. Neither of these outcomes make me happy... not after knowing the agony you all have endured for so many eons."

He listens silently. It no longer surprises him, Felih's desire to seek a different way. They had touched upon the subject before, but he still finds it hard to believe that one could be found. Every day Hades asks himself if he could have done anything differently, and the answer is always the same.

I did what I thought was right at the time.

"...Well, all of that will fade when my soul unravels in the aetherial sea. I shall finally be born anew, without the weight of memories of past ages," he says quietly.

Felih's ears droop at that, but his fingers comb gently through his beloved's longer hair, stroking through several times in silence before he murmurs, "I hope you'll be happy, next time 'round." It breaks his heart, knowing Hades has been broken down so cruelly, made to ensure such suffering for thousands of years.

The man he loves deserves better, he thinks. "...for what it's worth, darling, I'll still try. Maybe in another world, I can find a better way. I'll show it to you."

"I'm sure you will." It feels like a certainty with Azem's soul. "I must be content with the knowledge that, at the very least, the world will not end due to another's machinations. If the end does come, it will be after all have tried their very best to live."

He kisses Felih's cheek and puts on a faint smile for their sake. "Enough of that, however... Has the potion been working well?"

Felih is still worried. He can't help it, fretting for his beloved, whom he knows has a habit of masking his emotions. Still, he relaxes at the kiss to his cheek, his skin growing warm at the touch of Hades' lips, and he feels a shy smile spreading across his own.

"It's perfect," he murmurs quietly, ears lowering slightly in a show of vulnerability. "It feels like I'm myself again. Or, like I was meant to be this way. Perhaps it's strange... but it grants me comfort." He leans in, kissing his mate gently and sweetly, letting the touch linger for several moments.

"I can't thank you enough. I can't believe you managed to concoct such a thing..." Let alone present it to Felih as a gift. It means more to Felih than he can say.

He shrugs, looking faintly embarrassed by the praise. "If I were a better alchemist then I could make it permanent. I cannot even make the effects of this one consistent between users."

Implying he may have tested it on himself. Well, he could hardly ask others to drink an unknown concoction.

Felih tilts his head curiously at that bit of information, the implications setting in. "Is that so...? Well, it seems to be working just fine for me," he murmurs, kissing his cheek next, fingers still combing idly through Hades' hair. "And having to retake it isn't the worst thing... the fact it could be done at all is still a wonderful accomplishment," he chirps, stubborn as ever in his praise.

"Especially considering this is a different world with different magicks and ingredients to work with, compared to the worlds we knew. That aside... you're alright? No unexpected side effects...?" Because it would be likes Hades to try and hide any issues with his test batches. Especially if he were testing them on himself...

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action // late nov? // first デート

:3 let the cheesy fluff begin

emet can die buried under the mountain of sap :3c

he'll bury Hyth first

but like, in sap or with a shovel?

not telling :)

hmmm... one fear

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read my 50k words emehyth novel

throws money at screen

ONE DAY

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me, typing this: you absolute gay fuck

hythlodaeus? more like hythlo-gay-as

I HATE HIM SO MUCH?

I HATE HIM TOO

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fun fact hyth thinks the shooing gestures are really cute

Hyth you think everything about him is cute

it's true but he'll still say it

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went with more original greek spelling yee haw

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EMET STOP BEING SAD CHALLENGE, GOD

NO, HE'S SAD ALL DAY EVERYDAY

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GO TO HORNY JAIL BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!

horny isolation ;)

bet emet is wishing this was duplicity so he could legally fuck hyth right on the table