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[emet_sulk]

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If you were directed here by Hythlodaeus, kindly inform him that any messes he creates are his responsibility to clean up.

If this is Hythlodaeus: Please act like a bureau chief for once in your life and stop referring complaints to me.


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[emet_sulk]

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."

[weenwoon]

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."

[emet_sulk]

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."

[weenwoon]

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?"

[emet_sulk]

"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.

theyre disgusting i regret starting this thread

[weenwoon]

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?"

no u don't

[emet_sulk]

"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.

d i s g u s t i n g

[weenwoon]

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?"

[emet_sulk]

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."

[weenwoon]

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."

[emet_sulk]

"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.

ughhhh im SAD

[weenwoon]

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."

you brought this on yourself!!

[emet_sulk]

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.

Shhh

[weenwoon]

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."

[emet_sulk]

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.

[weenwoon]

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!"

[emet_sulk]

"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.

[weenwoon]

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!"

[emet_sulk]

"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.

[weenwoon]

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?"

[emet_sulk]

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!

[weenwoon]

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?"

[emet_sulk]

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.

[weenwoon]

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?"

[emet_sulk]

"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."