[Hades doesn't need to see it. The fondness in Hythlodaeus's voice is as effective as a lamp guiding him in. He nestles closer, his chin resting atop the crown of his head - a present, if considered weight. Tipsy though he is, it isn't his intention to smother Hythlodaeus. Not yet, at least - and not in this particular way.]
[He lets out a low breath. Of course he'd make such demands now, when he's too worn down to refuse him... Not that he particularly wants to, in this case.]
Before your silken tresses, the wisteria weep with jealousy.
Their blooms liquify and runneth down to pool like a fragrant lake about thine feet. Mine heart pays tribute. And when - inevitably - the clear bells that signal thine amusement appeal to the air, the songbirds fall silent to listen.
[Hades traces Hythlodaeus's sleeve with careful fingers, seeking out the warmth of his hand to tuck into his.]
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Date: 2024-12-31 08:24 pm (UTC)[Hades doesn't need to see it. The fondness in Hythlodaeus's voice is as effective as a lamp guiding him in. He nestles closer, his chin resting atop the crown of his head - a present, if considered weight. Tipsy though he is, it isn't his intention to smother Hythlodaeus. Not yet, at least - and not in this particular way.]
[He lets out a low breath. Of course he'd make such demands now, when he's too worn down to refuse him... Not that he particularly wants to, in this case.]
Before your silken tresses, the wisteria weep with jealousy.
Their blooms liquify and runneth down to pool like a fragrant lake about thine feet. Mine heart pays tribute. And when - inevitably - the clear bells that signal thine amusement appeal to the air, the songbirds fall silent to listen.
[Hades traces Hythlodaeus's sleeve with careful fingers, seeking out the warmth of his hand to tuck into his.]