weenwoon: (worst best friend)
Hythlodaeus ([personal profile] weenwoon) wrote in [personal profile] emet_sulk 2020-12-09 03:56 pm (UTC)

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."

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