[Perhaps a time will come when they can have a morning untouched by the pain of the past, an entire day, weeks— but the wounds are old and deep, left to fester for far too many years, and have hardly begun to heal. It will take time, as all worthwhile things do. In so many things, Emet-Selch, Hades, has always considered himself to be patient— time, in the greater scheme of things, meant little to him.
For once, he wishes he could rush something. He wishes that patience was not required.
But Hythlodaeus is right. It is hardly for him to decide, is it? Regardless of what he feels, the choice is not his own. His chin tips downwards, his face coming to rest heavily in his lover's hands, his eyelids lowering as their noses touch, as even now, Hythlodaeus can say such things while showering him with affection.
Would that knowing the choice is not his were enough.]
Can 'better' ever be enough?
[It is a hoarse murmuring of a question, one he's not certain there's any real answer to.
'Better' is all he has, but it does not erase the past. He has learned, without a doubt, that the past must be left behind— but even now, walking this very star, there are countless lives that have been touched by his designs. Mankind, he has also learned, is far more resilient than he had ever been willing to give them credit for, but that is cold comfort to any who would recognize his face, understand even a fraction of what his actions had wrought.]
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For once, he wishes he could rush something. He wishes that patience was not required.
But Hythlodaeus is right. It is hardly for him to decide, is it? Regardless of what he feels, the choice is not his own. His chin tips downwards, his face coming to rest heavily in his lover's hands, his eyelids lowering as their noses touch, as even now, Hythlodaeus can say such things while showering him with affection.
Would that knowing the choice is not his were enough.]
Can 'better' ever be enough?
[It is a hoarse murmuring of a question, one he's not certain there's any real answer to.
'Better' is all he has, but it does not erase the past. He has learned, without a doubt, that the past must be left behind— but even now, walking this very star, there are countless lives that have been touched by his designs. Mankind, he has also learned, is far more resilient than he had ever been willing to give them credit for, but that is cold comfort to any who would recognize his face, understand even a fraction of what his actions had wrought.]