[Truly, Hythlodaeus intends to make it impossible for any further rest to take place, but for once, Hades does not have it in him to complain. His expression softens considerably; he threads his fingers through Hythlodaeus' hair where his braid has come loose, tracing the smooth line of his jaw with his thumb.
Millennia apart, and he is just as Hades remembers. More than once, he had feared that his memory would fade and fail him, that he would forget the curve of his lips or the soft timbre of his voice, but for as invincible as he'd believed his convictions to be, it would seem that some memories were just as strong.]
I am quite glad for it, in fact.
[A warm concession, one he would make for no other. He shifts, their legs still entangled from the night before, and he possessively hooks one foot around his companion's ankle.]
How do you feel?
[His brow draws downwards, just a touch. It is, after all, the first time Hythlodaeus has been corporeal in quite some time.]
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Millennia apart, and he is just as Hades remembers. More than once, he had feared that his memory would fade and fail him, that he would forget the curve of his lips or the soft timbre of his voice, but for as invincible as he'd believed his convictions to be, it would seem that some memories were just as strong.]
I am quite glad for it, in fact.
[A warm concession, one he would make for no other. He shifts, their legs still entangled from the night before, and he possessively hooks one foot around his companion's ankle.]
How do you feel?
[His brow draws downwards, just a touch. It is, after all, the first time Hythlodaeus has been corporeal in quite some time.]