[ Emet-Selch is busy in his new office at the venue he recently took ownership of, but of course never too busy to be a bit sentimental. So a very nice white box with a satiny black ribbon is delivered to Hythlodaeus, inside of which there is a finely crafted lyre. There isn't a note aside from who it's from (signed Hades, rather than Emet-Selch of course).
He figures that a little worthless card could not possibly contain the words he would want them to, so he will let his gift speak for itself. Or his actions, later, as the case may be. ]
He figures that a little worthless card could not possibly contain the words he would want them to, so he will let his gift speak for itself. Or his actions, later, as the case may be. ]
[For a long while Hythlodaeus simply admires the lyre, plucking occasionally at the strings in a random order. Of course Hades would remember that he wanted one of these... he feels warm from the gesture.
He waits in for Emet-Selch for the rest of the day, not wanting to be out when he comes home. And when he does, Hythlodaeus slips his arms around him as soon as the door is shut behind him, nuzzling his neck.]
You're home. How was your day, love?
[He would usually ask anyway- but there's something softer to it this time. He's still happy that Hades thought of him.]
He waits in for Emet-Selch for the rest of the day, not wanting to be out when he comes home. And when he does, Hythlodaeus slips his arms around him as soon as the door is shut behind him, nuzzling his neck.]
You're home. How was your day, love?
[He would usually ask anyway- but there's something softer to it this time. He's still happy that Hades thought of him.]
[Hermes had been agonizing over sending such a message for, well, days now, so much so he's barely gotten any sleep. Eventually he caves, writing a small letter, short and to the point, handing it to Caduceus to deliver. It isn't an apology - no that will come in person - but a request to see Hythlodaeus.
Will you meet with me?
His faithful messenger slithers his way to where Hythlodaeus resides, knocking on the door with his tail. When it's answered he'll offer the envelope in his mouth. It must be important - after all his master seemed so concerned that it be delivered quickly and safely.]
Will you meet with me?
His faithful messenger slithers his way to where Hythlodaeus resides, knocking on the door with his tail. When it's answered he'll offer the envelope in his mouth. It must be important - after all his master seemed so concerned that it be delivered quickly and safely.]
[Hythlodaeus takes the letter with a pat to Caduceus' head, and opens it with a sigh. He feels like he probably should have gotten past Hermes acting out by now, but he still feels awkward about it. He'd thought that given how close they'd become, he might have at least hesitated before choosing "Meteion" over him. Were she a person it might have been different, but she's a creation! And she still matters more to Hermes than his friends?
Still... he does miss him. And he doesn't like to hold grudges. Hermes should get a chance to explain himself, at least... so he follows Caduceus back to Hermes' apartment. He doesn't know or care if Hermes was thinking of meeting elsewhere, he can meet Hythlodaeus under his terms, not the other way around. He knocks at Hermes' door and Hermes will find that although Hythlodaeus smiles, it doesn't reach his eyes.]
You sent for me?
Still... he does miss him. And he doesn't like to hold grudges. Hermes should get a chance to explain himself, at least... so he follows Caduceus back to Hermes' apartment. He doesn't know or care if Hermes was thinking of meeting elsewhere, he can meet Hythlodaeus under his terms, not the other way around. He knocks at Hermes' door and Hermes will find that although Hythlodaeus smiles, it doesn't reach his eyes.]
You sent for me?
i stained my dress
A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Hythlodaeus. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! 💗 Elle
[ On the 25th there's be a carefully wrapped present left for Hythlodaeus and Hades on the doorstep. When he opens the gift addressed to him, he'll find a lilac scarf with a H at one end surrounded by lavender flowers. ]
Emet-Selch is minding his own business in their apartment, home early from his work in his theater (whatever he does there when there’s nothing going on). He lounges on the couch with a local newspaper when he finally hears Hythlodaeus returning home.
Of course it doesn’t matter that Hythlodaeus was gone or even where he went, but Emet-Selch must still put on a show of looking mildly disgruntled that he had to be without his lover’s presence for even a moment. He gives a wounded little huff as if he can’t just use his soul sight to see where Hythlodaeus is at any given moment. “There you are, Hythlodaeus, I was just beginning to wonder if I-“ He pauses, squinting.
Now perhaps his memory isn’t as good as he claims it is (it is though), but he’s 100% certain that a miqo’te’s features are not at all a usual part of the package. No, no, no. “Why in the hells do you look like that?”
Of course it doesn’t matter that Hythlodaeus was gone or even where he went, but Emet-Selch must still put on a show of looking mildly disgruntled that he had to be without his lover’s presence for even a moment. He gives a wounded little huff as if he can’t just use his soul sight to see where Hythlodaeus is at any given moment. “There you are, Hythlodaeus, I was just beginning to wonder if I-“ He pauses, squinting.
Now perhaps his memory isn’t as good as he claims it is (it is though), but he’s 100% certain that a miqo’te’s features are not at all a usual part of the package. No, no, no. “Why in the hells do you look like that?”
"Hello to you too, my love." Hythlodaeus, for his part, seems entirely fine with this turn of events.
"There was a potion mishap. Aren't I adorable?" He hangs up his coat and wanders over to Emet-Selch. His trousers sit low around his hips to allow his tail to be free, and he leans in and quirks his ears with a grin, tail swishing playfully.
"There was a potion mishap. Aren't I adorable?" He hangs up his coat and wanders over to Emet-Selch. His trousers sit low around his hips to allow his tail to be free, and he leans in and quirks his ears with a grin, tail swishing playfully.
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- 2023-01-15 23:28 (UTC) - Expand[Cue Hythlodaeus choking on his morning toast, eyes going wide. Hermes of all people sending him that is not something he would have expected.]
Goodness. Are you feeling all right?
[There is no way Hermes is in his right mind. Right?]
Not that your suggestions don't sound wonderful, of course. I simply wouldn't have expected such colourful language from you.
Goodness. Are you feeling all right?
[There is no way Hermes is in his right mind. Right?]
Not that your suggestions don't sound wonderful, of course. I simply wouldn't have expected such colourful language from you.
I got some new rope, wanna help me break it in?
I just wanted ta say I liked meetin ya Hyth. Wish we'd had more time.
And I enjoyed meeting you, McCoy. Though I will not complain about finding my way back to endless slumber, I would certainly have missed several people here and you would be one of them.
[Alas, they won't remember anything...]
What will you do when you get back to your world?
[Alas, they won't remember anything...]
What will you do when you get back to your world?
The late afternoon sun is warm against the vaguely chilled breeze as Amelia takes a little time ahead of their meeting to clear out "their" corner of North Park. There's something calming about being able to move people around with only a few words that she rarely gets to exercise outside her work, and it makes her smile a little more earnest by the time Hythlodaeus arrives. She's dressed in jeans and a forest green long-sleeved linen shirt today, leather bodice about her waist and two pendants dangling against collar bone. The musical hairpin she wore last time they met tinkles musically as he approaches, holding her braids in a bun against her head.
"Right on time," she says in a warm tone, gesturing around her to the open space and the few benches available. "I've made us the perfect space. What do you think? Will it do? I can always make a new space if you'd prefer something else."
"Right on time," she says in a warm tone, gesturing around her to the open space and the few benches available. "I've made us the perfect space. What do you think? Will it do? I can always make a new space if you'd prefer something else."
Dressed casually with his lyre in his hands and a smile on his lips, Hythlodaeus lets his eyes roam around the area as he approaches- nobody in sight except for Amelia, which is perfect.
"It is wonderful. And what a lovely day we have to accompany this performance, besides!"
He stops in front of her with a chuckle. "Yes, I daresay this is perfect. And how do you fare today, my friend?"
"It is wonderful. And what a lovely day we have to accompany this performance, besides!"
He stops in front of her with a chuckle. "Yes, I daresay this is perfect. And how do you fare today, my friend?"
Lovely, you've got some teleportation powers to you, don't you?
[It takes a little bit of research and set up before he finally reaches out to his friend.]
I believe I have everything arranged for us, when you've an afternoon free.
I believe I have everything arranged for us, when you've an afternoon free.
[He debates where to go after getting out of SLUT but ultimately decides to slink off back to the Down. He doesn't want to risk running into Kaine or Nier, doesn't want to risk even the potential of a reaction or either of them wanting to talk. His shitty room in the Down seemed far more fitting right now anyway, so he shoulder-checks his door open and shoves it closed before crawling onto the bed and going through his phone.
He stares at the name he's hovering over on the screen for nearly a minute before finally clicking the call button and waiting as it rings. It'd been at least a day or two since their 'playtime' in SLUT and he's still not sure what he's going to say yet aside from that he's sorry.]
He stares at the name he's hovering over on the screen for nearly a minute before finally clicking the call button and waiting as it rings. It'd been at least a day or two since their 'playtime' in SLUT and he's still not sure what he's going to say yet aside from that he's sorry.]
[He isn't expecting the name he sees on the screen, and automatically clicks to accept the call without meaning to. After a moment of mental fumbling, he clears his throat and tries to sound more put-together than he is.]
Leon?
[He... finds he wants to hear his voice. To know he's doing okay. He doesn't know what to say either, but perhaps speaking from the heart is all he can do.]
Leon?
[He... finds he wants to hear his voice. To know he's doing okay. He doesn't know what to say either, but perhaps speaking from the heart is all he can do.]
hey... does your creation stuff work here? it does, right?
if you make something, would it stay? like it won't just disappear right?
if you make something, would it stay? like it won't just disappear right?
[A package addressed to Hythlodaeus is left at the front door a day or so before Christmas. Inside are a series of butterfly barrettes (just pretend they're black and silver, so they actually show up in his hair) and a neatly written note.
'So, you can live out all your Disney Princess dreams. Hope you don't hate them. -Leon']
'So, you can live out all your Disney Princess dreams. Hope you don't hate them. -Leon']
[ Christmas morning, afternoon, and evening, there are deliveries being made, and Elle has plenty to give. Hythlodaeus receives a large tin of chocolate chip cookies. There is a card that reads:
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
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