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tsundere ancient & his trophy wife

[tenebriism]

He'll never understand WHY Hythlodaeus always seemed so hellbent on providing him company. WHY it was always him FIRST who the lavender blossom sought, when there were many OTHERS far more, shall Hades say, SUFFERABLE who could nurture and match the other's calm and playful nature. Maybe it's best he cease questioning it when he knows deep down that a part of him would MISS these pockets of time they manage to share with one another.

... he's had this... almost SICKENING feeling, anyway, that something NEARS that may very well test the RESILIENCE of this FRIENDSHIP they've developed. Something grim, haunting, utterly and detrimentally world ending---

" Hm? " Again, he has favored the draining innerworkings of his mind over Hythlodaeus' attempts at casual conversation, and Hades internally hisses at himself for it. " Oh, please. " He'd caught that... the compliment. It brings a most UNWELCOME layer of heat to his face that he can only pray Hythlodaeus hadn't caught sight of as he pivots his head away. Honestly, it's just like him to spout the most NONSENSICAL things, all to get a RISE out of him.

Besides... if anyone was the true and utter epitome of pretty, it was Hythlodaeus, the fool. Surely, he had to have known that?

Least with the hood and mask on, he needn't worry that FURTHER silly commentary from his comrade will come back to, hypothetically, bite him in the ass. In unison with Hythlodaeus, he shrouds his face 'neath the respectful secrecy of his vermillion mask and ebony robes, content enough to simply bask in the quietude of the late evening. Had he been by his lonesome, he surely would have gotten lost in this thoughts again, only to force himself back to his desk so he could find a distraction from his own head...

Yet, Hythlodaeus provides a far better one, in the warmth of his palm as fingers slip betwixt those of Hades'. Momentarily, the silveret's hand jerks, almost as if some natural instinct to shy AWAY from the comforting touch seizes Hythlodaeus of some... odd, presently unexplained need to get CLOSER to Hades than he understands, and after some manner of internal WAR with himself, the ancient simply accepts it.

Not, of course, without questioning the MOTIVE behind it.

" You are very touchy-feely today, " he whispers, somewhat fearing his voice may carry enough to brush 'gainst that of nearby ears, despite how unlikely it is with how EMPTY the space is around them, " Am I to expect an embrace next? A kiss? Not that you have ever been mindful of personal space -- MINE, more notably -- but even for you, this is... " A pause, as honeyed gold peers at their joined hands from 'neath his mask, " ... new. "

Fingers kept ghosting over soft skin as if he had no care in the world, completely uncaring about the way those golden eyes looked at him with annoyance. No, Hythlodaeus could see right through it. He knew that if Hades had really been bothered by it he would have swatted away his hand like one would do with a bug buzzing around one’s head, but instead he let him pass, allowing this indulgence and Hythlodaeus knew he was very privileged to be allowed to touch and caress Hades so freely.

Upon listening to the other speak Hythlodaeus clicked his tongue. Tsk.

„My dear Hades, I would never use you for my own entertainment“, he said playfully shocked, but the mischief glistening in his eyes was proof that he remembered the countless times his curiosity got him, and involuntarily Hades, in trouble in the past.

But today he had no such intentions. Today it really was about Hades and getting him the rest he kept denying himself. Hythlodaeus knew their duty to the star came above all else, but he simply couldn’t stand the sight of his closest friend overworking himself to the bone. He would get him to take a break, no matter what! But to his surprise Hades eventually gave in.

„Splendid!“

Hythlodaeus‘ eyes glowed with excitement as he took the quill from Hades‘ hand, hastily putting it away and pushing his papers away onto the other side of the desk as if to put a distance between them and the loathed paperwork, and once Hades stood, so did Hythlodaeus; his friend‘s words made him chuckle though.

„You won’t let me draw on you again? What a shame, you make such a pretty canvas.“

Hythlodaeus‘s voice was teasing, flirtatious even and so was the smile on his face, but soon it turned into a soft chuckle.

You would never admit you actually enjoyed me drawing on you, would you, old friend?, Hythlodaeus thought to himself, the patient gaze of his bright lilac eyes studying the expression on Hades‘ face for a moment before turning away. He groaned quietly but theatrically as he raised his arms and stretched, and after a moment he let his hands fall to his sides with a relaxed sigh.

„Shall we?“

Once they left Hades‘ home and stepped onto the streets of Amaurot Hythlodaeus took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. There were only a few Amaurotines around wandering the streets this evening, but still.. to be decent Hythlodaeus pulled the hood of his robe up and over his head, then he put on his white-silver mask to cover the upper half of his face.

For a while quietly walked next to his friend, silence between them had never been uncomfortable, and after a few more minutes passed he slipped his hand into Hades‘, lacing their fingers together.