Hythlodaeus finds his lips spreading in a grin again. He can't help it, it's really just too fun and cute when Hades struggles with expressing his feelings like that.
"With what~?"
Of course he's going to try and get Hades to say it.
His cheeks flush a darker red and he starts arranging slices of meat and cheese together for the sandwich. When he's done, he'll hold it up for Hythlodaeus to take and eat.
Or his friend could simply snatch it as soon as it's done.
"...If you want to see it that way, I suppose so, yes," he says reluctantly, like he's reaching deep to drag the words out. "I hope you aren't expecting me to make all of our meals."
"Tempting as the offer is, I'm not actually expecting that of you. Besides, wouldn't you like to have me cook for you instead? All meals guaranteed to be made with my deepest adoration for you."
At least that part of Hades is very familiar to Hythlodaeus. He smiles, taking the sandwich properly, but his fingers linger on Hades's hand for some time.
"I may lack Azem's... spontaneous genius in the kitchen, but I'm sure I could make some of the more common dishes. And you could show me what people eat twelve millennia in the future."
Hades is rewarded with a blush spreading across Hythlodaeus's cheeks. He didn't expect that kiss!
"I cannot say I know what an emperor is, but I do look forward to tasting it." Hythlodaeus grins again, amused by a thought that occurs to him. "Though you said you hope I don't expect you to cook all our meals, I've the feeling that you would be quite happy to make them..."
"Well..." It's true that he would. He would complain about always being the one to cook their meals, but he has found that keeping busy keeps his mind from falling too deep into other thoughts.
"'Tis one thing to do it voluntarily and another to do it as a chore. As it happens, I find a certain comfort in preparing a meal these days."
"Then~... on the days you do not want to cook, I can take that responsibility."
Hythlodaeus finally seats himself at the table to finish his sandwich, even if he is loath to let go of his friend. But he is rather happy to know that Hades still has things that bring him joy in life, even despite all that he's been through.
"We could even start a recipe book! I am curious as to what the locals eat as well."
"You've been here for several moons already and haven't tried the food?" He diligently puts all the leftover food away and cleans what he used to prepare the sandwich. "You were enjoying yourself on the beach, weren't you?"
"Certainly! But I did not particularly distinguish between what was truly native food and what the inventions of other visitors. But that does sound rather fun, does it not? Trying different things together?"
He shoots Hades another smug look as a thought occurs.
"I could even make you a less-sweet version of that drink I was selling."
"Would that not be akin to leaving out the sugar whilst baking a cake? Some things are simply meant to be sweet."
He does like the idea of trying out food together though. This is what he's been missing - the companionship of travel. Seeing new sights and having new experiences means nothing without someone to share them with.
"Like me!" Hythlodaeus responds cheerfully at the remark about some things being meant to be sweet... although it's up for debate whether he's sweet or simply aggravating.
Hythlodaeus smirks to himself at Hades's long-suffering expression, but leans closer to his friend when he sits down. He lets the touch linger for a few moments, then turns his hand over to lace his fingers with Hades's.
"As long as you tell me what you've forgotten," Hythlodaeus answers, his tone obviously joking before it grows softer. "But of course I will remind you. Ah, speaking of which... didn't you want to hear me sing?"
"I did," he says quietly, squeezing the hand he holds. "All I have left are fragments of remnants of a long lost time. I was never one for song to begin with. The arts, yes, but what use were they when fire rained from the skies?"
Hades shakes his head in disgust at himself. "I took upon the burden of remembering, but in the end, how much did I remember of our people? Not enough to truly do our legacy justice."
"One man cannot shoulder the burdens of a whole people, Hades," Hythlodaeus responds softly. "That is why we have the Convocation. And exceptional in many ways though you are, I would tell you to remember that you are just one man."
Though his tone is light and soothing, the subject at hand is a heavy one even for Hythlodaeus. He finds himself wondering whether he should speak of the Convocation in the past tense, and his mind rebels at the idea. To Hythlodaeus, their people yet live; there is still hope of averting disaster.
He similarly leans his head against Hades's. Considering his friend's shyness even this more subtle expression of affection feels rather new and exciting; Hythlodaeus can't help wanting to enjoy it as much as he can.
"Or mayhap we should both have gone with Azem. Maybe with the three of us we could find the solution..." He sighs softly, then smiles. "But wondering about what-ifs won't get us anywhere much. We are both here right now, Hades."
"Yes... We are. And I will never let you go ever again."
There's a turning point here. Hades could abandon the Ascians' plans to go through with the Rejoining of the First. The yearning to revive Zodiark and bring back their people (as well as his slumbering friend) has never tugged more strongly at his heart. If he does give up on their plans, as Elidibus so clearly has, he could remain here for as long as this body holds out. Even if it withers and ages, he can simply find another. Surely?
Hades has never been one to make plans in haste. He leans over and takes a small bite of the sandwich in Hythlodaeus' hand then settles back.
Is it really alright for him to act selfishly now? How can he just abandon all those who gave their lives to see their star survive the Final Days?
"...If you had the chance, would you leave this place and return home? To my past self, to Azem?"
Such an open declaration of possessiveness makes Hythlodaeus's heart skip a beat, even if he can understand that the undercurrent of thought behind that statement is rather darker than simple desire.
"Mm? And would you let me go, if I did?" As ever, his answer is joking at first, even if Hythlodaeus realizes a little too late that it might not be a good idea to joke about it at all. "But in seriousness..."
Hythlodaeus looks down at his sandwich, then pinches off a little bit and brings the morsel up to Hades's lips.
As Hythlodaeus suspects, Hades' grip on his hand tightens. His lips delicately take the morsel of bread and he swallows it, the simple motion calming him enough to answer levelly.
"I would keep you here if I could, although I dislike our present circumstances. I feel like half a man without all my magicks to call upon and our lack of freedom...it chafes at times."
He has grown used to wandering the world, seeing something new every century. He doesn't know if he could settle if they did stay. Would he grow bored after a few decades and crave new sights?
Hades' expression falls slightly. "That said, of the two of us, you have a greater chance of successful rehabilitation. We may not have a choice in the matter."
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Godsdamnit, he can't say it.
"With you-know-what."
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"With what~?"
Of course he's going to try and get Hades to say it.
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His cheeks flush a darker red and he starts arranging slices of meat and cheese together for the sandwich. When he's done, he'll hold it up for Hythlodaeus to take and eat.
Or his friend could simply snatch it as soon as it's done.
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"Thinking about it," he says (after he finishes chewing, thankfully), "isn't every meal you would prepare for me made with love?"
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"...If you want to see it that way, I suppose so, yes," he says reluctantly, like he's reaching deep to drag the words out. "I hope you aren't expecting me to make all of our meals."
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"Tempting as the offer is, I'm not actually expecting that of you. Besides, wouldn't you like to have me cook for you instead? All meals guaranteed to be made with my deepest adoration for you."
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Which is Hades' way of saying 'yes, I would like that very much'.
He adds more quietly, "I miss our people's food."
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"I may lack Azem's... spontaneous genius in the kitchen, but I'm sure I could make some of the more common dishes. And you could show me what people eat twelve millennia in the future."
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"I was thinking I would make you a Garlean soup tomorrow. One that was named in an emperor's honour."
Twisting around, he impulsively gives Hythlodaeus a kiss on the cheek.
"And when the weather turns colder, I can make you some of their native dishes."
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"I cannot say I know what an emperor is, but I do look forward to tasting it." Hythlodaeus grins again, amused by a thought that occurs to him. "Though you said you hope I don't expect you to cook all our meals, I've the feeling that you would be quite happy to make them..."
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"Well..." It's true that he would. He would complain about always being the one to cook their meals, but he has found that keeping busy keeps his mind from falling too deep into other thoughts.
"'Tis one thing to do it voluntarily and another to do it as a chore. As it happens, I find a certain comfort in preparing a meal these days."
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Hythlodaeus finally seats himself at the table to finish his sandwich, even if he is loath to let go of his friend. But he is rather happy to know that Hades still has things that bring him joy in life, even despite all that he's been through.
"We could even start a recipe book! I am curious as to what the locals eat as well."
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With that...'bubble tea' or whatever it was.
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He shoots Hades another smug look as a thought occurs.
"I could even make you a less-sweet version of that drink I was selling."
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"Would that not be akin to leaving out the sugar whilst baking a cake? Some things are simply meant to be sweet."
He does like the idea of trying out food together though. This is what he's been missing - the companionship of travel. Seeing new sights and having new experiences means nothing without someone to share them with.
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"I see your lack of humility is as I remember it."
It's achingly familiar yet also foreign. Hesitantly, he reaches out to touch Hythlodaeus' hand.
"Would you remind me of the things I've forgotten?"
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"As long as you tell me what you've forgotten," Hythlodaeus answers, his tone obviously joking before it grows softer. "But of course I will remind you. Ah, speaking of which... didn't you want to hear me sing?"
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Hades shakes his head in disgust at himself. "I took upon the burden of remembering, but in the end, how much did I remember of our people? Not enough to truly do our legacy justice."
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Though his tone is light and soothing, the subject at hand is a heavy one even for Hythlodaeus. He finds himself wondering whether he should speak of the Convocation in the past tense, and his mind rebels at the idea. To Hythlodaeus, their people yet live; there is still hope of averting disaster.
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"I should have joined you back then. I'm sorry."
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"Or mayhap we should both have gone with Azem. Maybe with the three of us we could find the solution..." He sighs softly, then smiles. "But wondering about what-ifs won't get us anywhere much. We are both here right now, Hades."
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There's a turning point here. Hades could abandon the Ascians' plans to go through with the Rejoining of the First. The yearning to revive Zodiark and bring back their people (as well as his slumbering friend) has never tugged more strongly at his heart. If he does give up on their plans, as Elidibus so clearly has, he could remain here for as long as this body holds out. Even if it withers and ages, he can simply find another. Surely?
Hades has never been one to make plans in haste. He leans over and takes a small bite of the sandwich in Hythlodaeus' hand then settles back.
Is it really alright for him to act selfishly now? How can he just abandon all those who gave their lives to see their star survive the Final Days?
"...If you had the chance, would you leave this place and return home? To my past self, to Azem?"
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"Mm? And would you let me go, if I did?" As ever, his answer is joking at first, even if Hythlodaeus realizes a little too late that it might not be a good idea to joke about it at all. "But in seriousness..."
Hythlodaeus looks down at his sandwich, then pinches off a little bit and brings the morsel up to Hades's lips.
"I would not want to leave without you."
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"I would keep you here if I could, although I dislike our present circumstances. I feel like half a man without all my magicks to call upon and our lack of freedom...it chafes at times."
He has grown used to wandering the world, seeing something new every century. He doesn't know if he could settle if they did stay. Would he grow bored after a few decades and crave new sights?
Hades' expression falls slightly. "That said, of the two of us, you have a greater chance of successful rehabilitation. We may not have a choice in the matter."
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