[A shake of his head. Nay, he would expect no less after what they've revealed to one another. He makes no attempt to bid him "stop", although the scrape of teeth does have him letting out another hissing breath - though he doesn't so much as flinch this time.]
[Hythlodaeus will find that these particular wings are nothing at all like Hades's true form, these instead being all soft, downy feathers, free of any sharp angles or pointed edges. The color seems to shift in the light, purest black in shadow and a pearlescent gradient of golds and violets when the illusory sunbeams strike upon them just right. They quiver beneath Hythlodaeus's touch, and Hades sucks in another breath, trying (in vain) to drag himself a little further beyond arm's reach. His skin flushes pink. Just as sensitive as the rest of him, apparently.]
If you're going to admire me, at least be tidy about it.
[For they are still, indeed, a mess. Hades swipes an arm over his forehead, damp with perspiration, and tries again to collect himself. He would comment upon Hythlodaeus's newfound appetite, but there is something thrilling (if a touch scandalous) in the thought of Hythlodaeus wanting to place his mark upon him again and again.]
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Date: 2024-07-30 04:50 pm (UTC)[Hythlodaeus will find that these particular wings are nothing at all like Hades's true form, these instead being all soft, downy feathers, free of any sharp angles or pointed edges. The color seems to shift in the light, purest black in shadow and a pearlescent gradient of golds and violets when the illusory sunbeams strike upon them just right. They quiver beneath Hythlodaeus's touch, and Hades sucks in another breath, trying (in vain) to drag himself a little further beyond arm's reach. His skin flushes pink. Just as sensitive as the rest of him, apparently.]
If you're going to admire me, at least be tidy about it.
[For they are still, indeed, a mess. Hades swipes an arm over his forehead, damp with perspiration, and tries again to collect himself. He would comment upon Hythlodaeus's newfound appetite, but there is something thrilling (if a touch scandalous) in the thought of Hythlodaeus wanting to place his mark upon him again and again.]