It's a mostly peaceful night- they've just retired to bed, Hythlodaeus' head on Emet-Selch's chest, and like that he can fall asleep quite quickly. Draped over his friend, his dreams are usually pleasant.
It starts with light twitching, small groans. He can see Amaurot burning all over again, air thick with smoke and blood. Abominations brought forth from fear and panic run free, and as he searches for Emet-Selch or Azem he becomes more and more convinced that perhaps one of the bodies lying face down by his feet could be them. He trembles, both in his recreation of Amaurot and in bed.
He realises with a start that he's fading. No- he hadn't said goodbye. He can't go, not yet. And yet when he blinks again it's already been thousands of years, a shard of what was once Etheirys floats silently above him, and it's too late. He wakes with a start, breath uneven, still entirely convinced in the dark that he's far away from his friends, his home, and that he never got to see them one last time. His breath catches in his throat as he sits up, eyes trying to make sense of his surroundings, brain still struggling to catch up. And then he groans to himself, quietly, rubbing his face with his hands.
Hythlodaeus wouldn't have generally cared for Valentine's Day outside of the excuse to shower his friends with chocolates and flowers. But he's kind of confessed unintentionally how he feels to Emet-Selch even if they haven't talked about it, and with that burst of love affecting everyone he's feeling rather affectionate. And still like he needs to prove that he's fine, too.
He has been nestled up against Emet-Selch most of the morning, barely leaving him alone. He gave him the opportunity to shower alone at the very least- but as soon as the Ascian sat down Hythlodaeus was beside him again. Look at how happy and affectionate he is, there's surely nothing wrong!
"Would you like to go out for dinner today?" He asks it while settling his head against Emet-Selch's shoulder, eyes closing. If he focuses on the smell of the body wash his friend used, he can't smell ash and death in the air.
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Date: 2022-02-07 06:35 pm (UTC)From:It starts with light twitching, small groans. He can see Amaurot burning all over again, air thick with smoke and blood. Abominations brought forth from fear and panic run free, and as he searches for Emet-Selch or Azem he becomes more and more convinced that perhaps one of the bodies lying face down by his feet could be them. He trembles, both in his recreation of Amaurot and in bed.
He realises with a start that he's fading. No- he hadn't said goodbye. He can't go, not yet. And yet when he blinks again it's already been thousands of years, a shard of what was once Etheirys floats silently above him, and it's too late. He wakes with a start, breath uneven, still entirely convinced in the dark that he's far away from his friends, his home, and that he never got to see them one last time. His breath catches in his throat as he sits up, eyes trying to make sense of his surroundings, brain still struggling to catch up. And then he groans to himself, quietly, rubbing his face with his hands.
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From:« voice message » un: matriarch
Date: 2022-02-09 05:47 pm (UTC)From:Are you and Hythlodaeus safe? The Bairns with your traits have returned, at least. How are you faring?
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Date: 2022-02-11 10:47 pm (UTC)From:He has been nestled up against Emet-Selch most of the morning, barely leaving him alone. He gave him the opportunity to shower alone at the very least- but as soon as the Ascian sat down Hythlodaeus was beside him again. Look at how happy and affectionate he is, there's surely nothing wrong!
"Would you like to go out for dinner today?" He asks it while settling his head against Emet-Selch's shoulder, eyes closing. If he focuses on the smell of the body wash his friend used, he can't smell ash and death in the air.
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From:« text » un: matriarch
Date: 2022-04-06 12:40 am (UTC)From:THEY WON'T LET ME HEAL HER
I OFFERED
I'm so upset Hades I'm SO UPSET
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From:text. UN: baelsar | dated shortly after the arrival of Gabby lmao
Date: 2022-04-21 05:39 am (UTC)From:What in the actual hells is that abomination doing here?
Text | un: Emet-Selch | Hell yea B)
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From:Sometime late April/Early May
Date: 2022-04-27 11:41 pm (UTC)From:There's a movie trilogy here starting with Fifty Shades of Gems!!
Tell me that doesn't remind you something else!!
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