Must it be said? Absent thine presence, a moment stretches on like years to one starved of your attentions. Let your laughter be a salve upon my weary soul, and your merriment a river running through the desert of my heart.
[Hades waves a hand in an unworried manner, inclining his head in such a way that makes it clear he expects Hythlodaeus to join him all the same. Besides, it isn't as if such a feat is strictly impossible.]
Difficult, perhaps, to join me as you are. Though if memory serves, you have several means at your disposal. I shall be curious to see which of these proves most effective.
[Sprawling back against the bark, Hades folds one leg over the other and examines the bottle more closely, as if by doing so it might at last relinquish its secrets.]
[He closes his eyes for a moment as he allows the poetry in Hades' words to wash over him. One so rarely heard him speak thus, after all, and it was always a delight to hear it.]
Hmm. 't is to be a challenge, then.
[Hythlodaeus steps back, narrowing his eyes on his target as if trying to calculate the best way to ascend.
Then, all at once, his entire form seems to shrink and fold in on itself, a flurry of fabric and lilac shades, and in place of the man is a small white bird with a long, purple tail and a neat crest of purple feathers. The bird quickly ascends, landing easily on the branch in front of Hades, and then the man himself is present once again.
He stays still, then shifts, ensuring the sturdiness of the branch in supporting their combined weight before he chuckles and shifts forwards almost like a prowling cat. One hand clasps over Hades' thigh as he leans in to kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips.]
[For if it were truly one, he'd have made certain to choose something a touch more difficult. Instead, he's left to watch as Hythlodaeus transforms into some exotic little songbird and immediately flitters upwards to alight on the branch before him with practiced ease.]
[For Hades's part, he still doesn't seem to doubt the sturdiness of the branch. After all, should it snap in twain, there's surely enough time to catch himself before he lands. It might even be exciting.]
[Hades shifts the bottle so that Hythlodaeus can't take it from him right away, but he remains open to the kiss, tilting his head up just enough and sliding his free hand around Hythlodaeus's waist to hold him there lest he fall or, heavens forfend, decide to fly back down into the bushes, visible but frustratingly out of reach.]
And no, I am not satisfied; not yet. But I suspect I will be, ere long.
[Oh, but he does look as criminally beautiful as ever.]
You don't mean to spend the entire afternoon on your knees, I should hope. It looks dreadfully uncomfortable.
Hmm? And here I had a mind that you might enjoy having me on my knees.
[He teases, smiles, and leans in for another kiss with the security that Hades' arm around him brings. Having no attention to pull himself out of reach by mishap or otherwise, he leans in to the other man's touch and plays with a lock of his hair with one hand while the other keeps his balance.]
I do like this new accessory. [Hythlodaeus comments, nodding his head upwards towards the crown circling Hades' head.]
[Hades snorts softly, and makes a show of rolling his eyes upwards since both of his hands are presently occupied - and will be for some time, he imagines. He has little desire to let the bottle go, and even less to displace the other from where it is still tucked warmly into the dip at the base of Hythlodaeus's spine.]
The creatures were quite insistent that everyone should wear one. Some cultural affair or other. You may have it if you like.
[It doesn't suit him at all, but Hythlodaeus seems soft and amused by it, and he doesn't mind watching such an expression on his face for a few moments longer.]
And perhaps I would. But right now it is still far too early.
[He tugs gently at Hythlodaeus for emphasis. He's more than welcome to move closer if he has a care to. While his arms are occupied, his lap is vacant, and there's more than enough room.]
Why would I remove it when it looks so becoming on you? [Hythlodaeus laughs and moves along with that gentle tugging, shifting himself closer and making himself comfortable in that temptingly vacant lap.
He settles and stretches his legs out, leaning himself back against the other man's broad chest and humming in pleased comfort. This is nice.]
Have you considered that mayhap it would look far better upon you? What with the yellow of the narcissus complementing your silken tresses, and the asphodel easily becoming lost against mine own.
[Logical, he thinks, when Hythlodaeus has always had such beautiful and striking hair. Though eventually he relents, wordlessly passing the bottle forward by its neck, if only because having his hand thus freed means he can wrap both arms about his lover, pressing forward into that strong back.]
[It's hardly the flower crown that has softened the man's edges (and words) so - it's the wine, without a doubt. No matter how much he might protest.]
[Hythlodaeus titters, thoroughly delighted by Hades' current demeanour, and takes the bottle to swallow a mouthful of the contents. It goes down easily and he makes a sound of approval as he passes it back.]
Lovely. We should see about getting some for the occasional night in.
[Settled against Hades' chest he closes his eyes and hums, letting his head fall back and turning it to smudge a kiss to the other man's cheek.]
And you're being terribly poetic. Do tell me more about my 'silken tresses'.
[Hades clucks his tongue in dismay as Hythlodaeus passes the bottle back in his direction. He hardly wants to see so much as a drop of it go to waste, yet at the same time, taking it from him will require him to adjust...and he doesn't wish that overmuch either.]
[He leans a little closer to make his point known, his hands sliding more securely around him - like a petulant child reluctant to let go of a favored toy.]
Stow it away if you're already finished with it. And what, precisely, do you mean by "occasional"?
[The kiss goes some way towards mollifying him, however. Hythlodaeus seems content, and it's enough to ease any lingering annoyance he may feel - feigned or otherwise. He allows his own eyelids to droop - not entirely closed, but enough that what sliver of the world he sees is reduced to the back of Hythlodaeus's head leant against his chest and the curve of one ear just visible amidst those "silver tresses" he so ardently spoke of.]
Pity. I would have thought I was being brilliantly poetic. Yet what more needs to be said? Words would pale by comparison. Shall I describe the way the dappled light dances upon them when they hang in loose waves? How the texture is alike the soft inner edge of a newly unfurled rose petal? The way those flyaway wisps frame your face so exactly? Or mayhap you wish me to detail its fragrance.
[Well, if he doesn't want the bottle... Hythlodaeus will keep hold of it, resting it against his thigh rather than trying to move to give it back to Hades again. He's so cute like this, though he's sure the other man would be disgruntled to hear himself described in such a way, and the way he settles as Hythlodaeus finds a comfortable position is cute as well.
He lets his head rest back as he listens to Hades' voice by his ear, feeling the way his heart gently swells with the simple tone and cadence of it regardless of the words being said, and he utters the softest chuckle at the questions sent his way.]
I speak to a thespian and poet, do I not? A veritable master of words. [Hythlodaeus smiles and although Hades would not be able to see it, the expression is clear enough in the warmth of his voice.] Paint me a picture with them, dear heart, and I will hear no excuses that you are incapable. I know it not to be so.
[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: 2024-08-07 01:12 am (UTC)[Hades waves a hand in an unworried manner, inclining his head in such a way that makes it clear he expects Hythlodaeus to join him all the same. Besides, it isn't as if such a feat is strictly impossible.]
Difficult, perhaps, to join me as you are. Though if memory serves, you have several means at your disposal. I shall be curious to see which of these proves most effective.
[Sprawling back against the bark, Hades folds one leg over the other and examines the bottle more closely, as if by doing so it might at last relinquish its secrets.]
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Date: 2024-08-13 09:12 pm (UTC)Hmm. 't is to be a challenge, then.
[Hythlodaeus steps back, narrowing his eyes on his target as if trying to calculate the best way to ascend.
Then, all at once, his entire form seems to shrink and fold in on itself, a flurry of fabric and lilac shades, and in place of the man is a small white bird with a long, purple tail and a neat crest of purple feathers. The bird quickly ascends, landing easily on the branch in front of Hades, and then the man himself is present once again.
He stays still, then shifts, ensuring the sturdiness of the branch in supporting their combined weight before he chuckles and shifts forwards almost like a prowling cat. One hand clasps over Hades' thigh as he leans in to kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips.]
There, my love. Are you satisfied?
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Date: 2024-09-06 02:12 pm (UTC)[For if it were truly one, he'd have made certain to choose something a touch more difficult. Instead, he's left to watch as Hythlodaeus transforms into some exotic little songbird and immediately flitters upwards to alight on the branch before him with practiced ease.]
[For Hades's part, he still doesn't seem to doubt the sturdiness of the branch. After all, should it snap in twain, there's surely enough time to catch himself before he lands. It might even be exciting.]
[Hades shifts the bottle so that Hythlodaeus can't take it from him right away, but he remains open to the kiss, tilting his head up just enough and sliding his free hand around Hythlodaeus's waist to hold him there lest he fall or, heavens forfend, decide to fly back down into the bushes, visible but frustratingly out of reach.]
And no, I am not satisfied; not yet. But I suspect I will be, ere long.
[Oh, but he does look as criminally beautiful as ever.]
You don't mean to spend the entire afternoon on your knees, I should hope. It looks dreadfully uncomfortable.
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Date: 2024-09-14 01:45 am (UTC)[He teases, smiles, and leans in for another kiss with the security that Hades' arm around him brings. Having no attention to pull himself out of reach by mishap or otherwise, he leans in to the other man's touch and plays with a lock of his hair with one hand while the other keeps his balance.]
I do like this new accessory. [Hythlodaeus comments, nodding his head upwards towards the crown circling Hades' head.]
I dare say it quite suits you.
[To see his edges so softened... It's cute.]
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Date: 2024-10-11 06:59 pm (UTC)[Hades snorts softly, and makes a show of rolling his eyes upwards since both of his hands are presently occupied - and will be for some time, he imagines. He has little desire to let the bottle go, and even less to displace the other from where it is still tucked warmly into the dip at the base of Hythlodaeus's spine.]
The creatures were quite insistent that everyone should wear one. Some cultural affair or other. You may have it if you like.
[It doesn't suit him at all, but Hythlodaeus seems soft and amused by it, and he doesn't mind watching such an expression on his face for a few moments longer.]
And perhaps I would. But right now it is still far too early.
[He tugs gently at Hythlodaeus for emphasis. He's more than welcome to move closer if he has a care to. While his arms are occupied, his lap is vacant, and there's more than enough room.]
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Date: 2024-10-20 02:13 pm (UTC)He settles and stretches his legs out, leaning himself back against the other man's broad chest and humming in pleased comfort. This is nice.]
Can you spare a mouthful of wine for me?
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Date: 2024-10-21 01:45 pm (UTC)Have you considered that mayhap it would look far better upon you? What with the yellow of the narcissus complementing your silken tresses, and the asphodel easily becoming lost against mine own.
[Logical, he thinks, when Hythlodaeus has always had such beautiful and striking hair. Though eventually he relents, wordlessly passing the bottle forward by its neck, if only because having his hand thus freed means he can wrap both arms about his lover, pressing forward into that strong back.]
[It's hardly the flower crown that has softened the man's edges (and words) so - it's the wine, without a doubt. No matter how much he might protest.]
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Date: 2024-11-06 12:28 am (UTC)Lovely. We should see about getting some for the occasional night in.
[Settled against Hades' chest he closes his eyes and hums, letting his head fall back and turning it to smudge a kiss to the other man's cheek.]
And you're being terribly poetic. Do tell me more about my 'silken tresses'.
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Date: 2024-11-07 03:36 pm (UTC)[He leans a little closer to make his point known, his hands sliding more securely around him - like a petulant child reluctant to let go of a favored toy.]
Stow it away if you're already finished with it. And what, precisely, do you mean by "occasional"?
[The kiss goes some way towards mollifying him, however. Hythlodaeus seems content, and it's enough to ease any lingering annoyance he may feel - feigned or otherwise. He allows his own eyelids to droop - not entirely closed, but enough that what sliver of the world he sees is reduced to the back of Hythlodaeus's head leant against his chest and the curve of one ear just visible amidst those "silver tresses" he so ardently spoke of.]
Pity. I would have thought I was being brilliantly poetic. Yet what more needs to be said? Words would pale by comparison. Shall I describe the way the dappled light dances upon them when they hang in loose waves? How the texture is alike the soft inner edge of a newly unfurled rose petal? The way those flyaway wisps frame your face so exactly? Or mayhap you wish me to detail its fragrance.
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Date: 2024-12-08 02:30 am (UTC)He lets his head rest back as he listens to Hades' voice by his ear, feeling the way his heart gently swells with the simple tone and cadence of it regardless of the words being said, and he utters the softest chuckle at the questions sent his way.]
I speak to a thespian and poet, do I not? A veritable master of words. [Hythlodaeus smiles and although Hades would not be able to see it, the expression is clear enough in the warmth of his voice.] Paint me a picture with them, dear heart, and I will hear no excuses that you are incapable. I know it not to be so.
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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.]