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"Who said I was committing?" Smirking, Hythlodaeus keeps his eyes on the water. "We could have many homes. As many as we desire... though such lofty aspirations have never been my inclination, I fail to see why we couldn't."

His point being, the world is their oyster right now. There's nobody to tell them otherwise. "For now, however, something on the ocean... well, I so rarely get the chance to see it, what with most of my time spent in the bureau."

Not to mention they could easily pick up jobs here, and supplies. It seems practical.

Edited 2021-12-30 17:09 (UTC)

Talking about traveling and seeing the world fills him with a fondness that has been all but lost to time. He hasn't looked forward to seeing the world in a long time. Now, it seems like it could be colored with good memories.

Emet steps up to Hythlodaeus' side and cants his head as if trying to picture their supposed new dwellings out there on the water.

"And what should this supposed 'ship' of yours look like?"

Hythlodaeus brings his fingers to his lips, thinking. "Hm... stylish, but cosy. Somewhere we can retreat to when the world gets to be too much. Mundane on the outside, but on the inside is what matters."

Turning to face Emet-Selch again, he places his hand on his hip and smiles. "I realise you need no assistance, but I would ask you to allow me to help anyway. We can make it together." It seems... fitting, somehow. "I will leave the interior decorating up to you, however."

"How terribly charitable of you." He comments with a half-joking exasperation. Although if Hythlodaeus doesn't intend on helping with that, he would have to deal with the consequences of whatever he chose to use as decoration.

Emet then holds his hand out in offering. "Then perhaps you would care to lend me your assistance in this endeavor, Hythlodaeus?" If they could intertwine their aether in tandem, it is the quickest way to achieve the desired result.

Reaching out to take Emet-Selch's hand, he closes his eyes and focuses on what he wants to create. He'll focus more on the exterior this time, taking inspiration from the boats nearby. Squeezing the hand in his own to signal that he's ready, he takes a slow breath.

"I put my faith in you, Emet-Selch." There's a coy little smile on his lips, but his eyes are still closed. He's... expecting something a little grandiose. It's Emet-Selch, after all. But he's sure he will love it, no matter what.

Emet closes his eyes as he draws the necessary aether. Funny, how the aether from each person has a different feeling to it, making it uniquely a part of them. This aether feels so reassuring if a little unwieldy. How very like Hythlodaeus himself.

And with the snap of his fingers, there is a flash of white that pours over the entire area like a momentary glimmer of sun. A shallow surge of water pours over the lip of the dock they are standing on as the newly-created boat displaces a significant amount of the surf.

He opens his eyes to see a boat tied to the dock where none had been before. It's a rich mahogany boat with gold trimming and a carving of some sort of beast at the bow. Pleats of lavender fabric are tied up in places in the place of flags. It's not exactly the definition of 'unassuming' given the bright colors and ornate detail, but it does look very fitting somehow.

"I hope this lives up to your lofty expectations?" He says so nonchalant, as if this task was not difficult in the least.

Hythlodaeus opens his eyes and can't help the giggle that escapes him. "Hardly unassuming, is it?" But he seems happy despite that, and tugs on the hand still in his to lead Emet to the boat.

"I adore it. But let's see what you've done with the inside, hmm?" If it's half as magnificent as the outside, he feels he'll be in for a treat.

Stepping onto the boat, Hythlodaeus leads the way down below. Despite there being few obvious traces of his own involvement in the boat, he seems quite at home. He always does feel that way with Emet-Selch, though.

There's a grunt of displeasure as he's pulled in the direction of the boat, but it isn't followed by any verbal protest.

Inside the ship serves as a contrast to the exterior. Each place meant for a trinket of some kind is left bare; the furnishings are enough to be comfortable with cushions and pillows but overall minimal; and there is hardly an embellishment insight, save for a few boxes of purple blooms where sunlight would reach during the day. It is by all accounts a barren ship on the inside, albeit with an extremely well-crafted base.

"It's none too impressive right now." He explains. "I thought I would require the space for the treasures you'll inevitably collect on our travels. I'm certain you will find some questionable items to bring back along the way." One could only imagine what kind of things he would consider worthy of bringing home.

"It's my understanding that such things make a domicile into a 'home'." It seems more fitting to decorate with what they find as they explore the world, not merely conjuring things into existence to fill space, or having one of their taste overly represented.

He thinks for a moment, before nodding and letting go of Emet's hand for now. He approaches one of the bare surfaces, and closes his eyes. With a flourish of his hand, what should he bring into creation but... well, an Elpis flower.

He smiles at the flower in his hands, before setting it in the small, slender vase he created to go with it.

"Do you recall the Elpis flower? I suppose not. An entelechy, it responds to dynamis. The aether here may overpower it currently, but I hope to soon see it shine with the colours of hope, and love. Yes... that would make me very happy." And as far as he's concerned, they might well have taken an Elpis flower back with them anyway- Hythlodaeus was certainly interested in them.

"Consider this the first of many in the collection we'll amass."

Emet arches an eyebrow. "Elpis flower?" He asks with skepticism in his voice. "I know of the concept, but not that it possessed any special properties beyond that of a normal flower." Elpis was never a place he visited frequently enough to become acquainted with everything they produced.

"You're saying it responds to something in spite of aether?" He approaches the flower and delicately brushes the stem with his fingertips. Soft black flecks begin to engulf the edge of the petals and spill into the air just above it, threatening to consume the entire flower.

Interesting.

His brow furrows as Emet's touch threatens to consume the flower. He touches his friend's arm gently- he's never seen the flower lose that blinding white, and he gets the feeling Emet's melancholy attitude is making it happen.

"Come, now. Don't destroy the flower." He smiles despite his misgivings. "We can head to the next room to look there."

Tugging Emet there, he pauses and then chuckles as he realises something in the room they've made their bedroom-

"One very large bed? I daresay we didn't think that through- not that I mind sharing a bed with you, of course."

The flower is giving a fleeting glance as he is pulled elsewhere within the cabin.

In this case, Hythlodaeus seems intent on exploring the sleeping quarters. The room is quaint, purposeful, with a bed draped in (purposefully) soft covers. Yet, as pointed out, there is only one of them. He clears his throat and glances away, obviously a little flustered at the implication that has been so clearly brought to attention.

"I can modify it if you loathe it so much," Emet grumbles. In saying that, he sits on the edge of the bed and lets his shoulders sink. Preferably it could be done at a later time. It's been such an exhausting day. "But given the size of this boat, what I would have to create instead would have to be much smaller to fit."

It wouldn't be like Hythlodaeus to be too subtle about it, not with Emet of all people. There's too much fun to be had in teasing him. Hythlodaeus sits on the bed too, shaking his head.

"We can share." He notes the way Emet's shoulders slump, and considers something.

"Come, take these clothes off. I'll do the same, and we can have a rest. You seem tired."

He's not suggesting they both get naked or anything- not that Hythlodaeus would particularly care, it's only Emet- but he can't imagine that Emet trying to sleep in all those robes would be comfortable.

"And once we awaken, refreshed and ready for the day, we can perhaps take the boat out. See how she sails."

There's not much in terms of protest from his end. Instead, a resigned noise from the back of his throat as he slips his shoes off and neatly scoots them over by a corner of the bed.

"Of course I'm tired. The has been long and considerably demanding before you arrived." Emet pulls off the bulky coat he wears adorned with weighted medallions. The plume of fur and fabric is bulky and adds a considerable amount of size to his thin figure. He sets it on the floor beside him. Without it, it shows the form-fitting black overcoat that he begins to unclasp at the waist. Garlemald's chilly climate called for multiple layers.

He pauses, and chances a somber look at Hythlodaeus. "You'll be here when I awaken, won't you?"

Hythlodaeus is already busy fiddling with his own clothing, the shirt coming off first- he stands to drape it over a nearby chair neatly before working on his shoes. Those get unzipped and left against the same chair. He's about to start on his pants when Emet glances over, with that sombre look.

"Of course, friend." He climbs back onto the bed once he's in his underwear and starts idly unbraiding his hair. "If it worries you, you can hold onto me. You'll wake if I move, I'm sure."

"Hold onto you." He scoffs as if the idea is ludicrous to even consider. Although having pleaded with him to stay is 'holding on' in every sense of the word.

Emet resumes fiddling with his clothes. The heavy black overcoat is folded once over his arm then set aside, then he works on the white tunic underneath which is folded in the exact same way. He stops at the mesh shirt and snug leggings underneath it all, leaving him barechested, but still fairly well covered. One would find it almost comical how many layers of clothing he wears.

"Very well, but I've become an exceptionally light sleeper over the years." He turns to lie on his side with his head facing the center of the bed. "None of this shifting around."

Hythlodaeus certainly finds it amusing. He chuckles and presses close to Emet, one arm draping over him, fingers tracing idle shapes over his back. No matter that he's wearing even less than Emet, in only a pair of tight white boxer style shorts.

"I'll do my very best," He meets his eyes with a mischievous glint to them- if he moves around, well, it's hardly his fault, is it? "But I can promise nothing. You understand, I'm sure."

Closing his eyes, he sighs contentedly. He doesn't recall ever getting quite so... close to Emet-Selch, not physically and in this state of undress anyway, but he feels perfectly comfortable.

The look is caught, noted, and he returns a brief knowing glance of his own.

Contrary to his own complaints about 'moving around', he shifts while reaching to pull the comforter over the two of them. Then, he settles into putting an arm around Hythlodaeus and pulling him into his chest. For the sake of warmth and closeness in one fell swoop.

Emet lay his head next to Hythlodaeus, close enough that his forehead comes to rest against his dear friends. "Good. Your promises worry me more than the contrary." He mumbles.

The tug pulls Hythlodaeus flush against him, and his cheeks take on a soft tinge of red even as he smiles. "Hardly my intention, but noted all the same."

He lets the light touch at Emet's back become more of a firm hold, eyes opening again to meet with his friend's. He's always been fond of Emet's eyes. Even as they are now, he can see the man he loves in them. He could drown in them, quite happily lose himself in them for days on end. They feel like home. They don't glow in the dim light the way Hythlodaeus' do, but he can see them. And when he focuses just right, he can make out that comforting aura of his, too.

There's an unspoken appreciation as he meets Hythlodaeus' gaze. This is something he's craved for so long - only attainable in those empty visits to Amaurot as he clung to the company of the shades of his own creation. The grief still remains but it feels as if peace is starting to eat away at its tarnished edges.

Emet closes his eyes and lets himself truly rest for the first time in so many years. It feels peaceful, drifting off in the embrace of the light of that familiar soul.

It doesn't take long for Hythlodaeus to doze off too, and when he wakes still curled about the other man he smiles and nestles back into the warmth of him. It's not hard to fall in and out of sleep after that, but once he does wake properly he gets restless. He chooses to map Emet's face with his fingers instead, only gently, before pressing a light kiss to his friend's forehead- fond and loving.

"Emet-Selch... it's five and twenty to ten." Certainly past time both of them would usually get up, but given how comfortable he is, Hythlodaeus hardly wants to move.

For being such a 'light sleeper', as he previously claimed, he barely stirs at the sound of Hythlodaeus' voice. Instead, Emet makes a guttural noise in the back of his throat, something that resembles 'it's too early', as he ducks his head into a pillow. Rising early has never been one of his favorite tenants.

"Emet-Selch..." He runs a hand through his hair, chuckling. But then he stops, sighing and smiling into his friend's neck.

"I'm still here, and I would like you to take some notice of that fact." He leans in to rest his forehead back against his friend's. He kept his promise, he stayed, for good or for ill. Though right now, he can't imagine anything bad having come from it. Either way, he just wants Emet to know that it wasn't all a dream.

Having a hand raked through his hair wakes him up enough to respond with the faint mutter of, "It is noted." Though he is still groggy and half-asleep through it all. He hugs Hythlodaeus closer in silent refusal of getting out of bed.

Hm... he ends up hugging Emet closer too, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. It's not supposed to be anything more than a gesture of love, happiness that they're together.

"I thought you were a light sleeper?" As if Hythlodaeus was under that impression anyway, he knows Emet likes his naps. He settles back down, cupping his cheek and looking lovingly at him. "Come on, Hades. Open your eyes."

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