[Hades watches him. For a moment he wonders if Hythlodaeus will leave. 'Tis a possibility he hasn't accounted for, but one he might understand. Instead, he finds Hythlodaeus moving his chair so they can sit within arms' reach of one another, his hand taken for what could well be the dozenth time. He's already lost count, beyond the fact that his touch is warm, gentle, and earnest.]
[It's enough to soothe even the hardest of hearts, he thinks - that sort of devotion.]
Such is your right. Though I daresay you have a most unusual way of showing it.
[Hythlodaeus doesn't seem cross. There are any number of reasons he could be, and yet he has been met only with compassion. A compassion he doesn't deserve, perhaps, but one he cannot help but yearn for.]
[Hades sighs, as if he's been holding his breath for the same span of time that he's kept this truth to himself. The backs of his fingers brush across Hythlodaeus's cheek softly, toying with the flyaway strands that curl over his ear.]
And what assurance do I have that you won't cry even if I do kiss you? But since you asked...
[He's aware enough of their surroundings. Hythlodaeus is close, his own back angled in such a way that there's little chance of most people seeing. And at the moment, a part of him isn't certain he cares. Let them see. Let them see just who - and what - he has longed for all these years.]
[He tilts Hythlodaeus's chin, his lips pressing to his. Chaste, but unhesitating.]
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Date: 2024-05-16 02:36 pm (UTC)[It's enough to soothe even the hardest of hearts, he thinks - that sort of devotion.]
Such is your right. Though I daresay you have a most unusual way of showing it.
[Hythlodaeus doesn't seem cross. There are any number of reasons he could be, and yet he has been met only with compassion. A compassion he doesn't deserve, perhaps, but one he cannot help but yearn for.]
[Hades sighs, as if he's been holding his breath for the same span of time that he's kept this truth to himself. The backs of his fingers brush across Hythlodaeus's cheek softly, toying with the flyaway strands that curl over his ear.]
And what assurance do I have that you won't cry even if I do kiss you? But since you asked...
[He's aware enough of their surroundings. Hythlodaeus is close, his own back angled in such a way that there's little chance of most people seeing. And at the moment, a part of him isn't certain he cares. Let them see. Let them see just who - and what - he has longed for all these years.]
[He tilts Hythlodaeus's chin, his lips pressing to his. Chaste, but unhesitating.]