"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[Must he do this in their shared room? While Emet is trying to settle down for the evening with some wine? Apparently so! It takes him a moment to notice, what with him reading a book, but when he looks up and gets an eye-full of Hythlodaeus'...everything, well...
Slamming his book down with an audible thwap against his comforter, he glowers at Hythlodaeus from over his reading glasses.]
Just what are you doing, Hythlodaeus? I need not gaze upon your bare form--'tis torture enough with Dirk being away!
[He blinks a couple times as he stares at the screen, then flicks his gaze back to Hythlodaeus, watching him as he makes his way to put on some underwear at least. Thank Lord Zodiark...
He doesn't look any happier about the whole thing, but he doesn't look more upset, either.]
I had seen that application before. Little did I expect you to use it. Bath houses not serving your appetite? How tragic.
I can’t go to the bathhouse in a splint, and... well. It is quite the sad little scene if I’m honest.
[ He plops down next to Hades, showing his front facing profile. It’s a neck down shot that stops as far as the camera field reaches. So, to his wispy white, slightly untamed pubic hair. ]
Whether or not you are...know that it is. Particularly now...
[What with Dirk being gone.]
...Look, I have little interest in assisting you in seeking release when I cannot assist in it, but...I suppose asking you to not use our shared home for such trysts is a touch unfair. Take them to the upper level if you must.
[a beat]
I would not over worry with your, ah, profile. You are far more handsome than any mortal here, and if they should worry about the construction of aught so inconsequential they are unworthy of your passion.
And yet if you did help me, you might be free of this sooner. Even if I do appreciate that you might allow me use of my own home. [ He sighs and glances at it again. ]
Steven made it to sound so simple...
[ He looks at it and sighs before putting his phone away. ]
More handsome than any other mortal... would that they could see it the way you do. Perhaps...they find me intimidating?
[Hades stares at it for a long suffering moment, before he looks at Hythlodaeus without any less suffering in so doing.]
...No mortal is going to believe any of this. Truly, Hythlodaeus? Any other time, you speak utter rot, yet here you are! Being as honest as ever! This is not how you attract mortals, honesty does not appeal to their vanity or their delusions.
[He hands the phone back to Hythlodaeus.]
No one is going to care what an invaluable asset you were to Amaurot, nor that you consider yourself a ghost--little can anyone lay with a specter, nor less take such claim seriously.
[He's opened his book again to try and continue where he's left off--but then that description leaves him feeling...well. There's an incriminating throb in his groin as his mind does little to resist the thought of what is indeed "long and hefty".
His jaw tightens as he swallows a bit thickly.]
That is certainly a start, after all, you are wishing to sleep with them, not romance them. As such, they care more about the physical aspects. About your...endowments.
[But right, he asked for a specific word...]
Cock, I do believe, is as common here as it ever was back home.
...Surely you do not wish to see such a gruesome display--morbid curiosity can ever be an enchantress, but Hythlodaeus...
[He shakes his head...however, that second part he seems as if he's going to ignore outright, but he turns his attention back to his book. Whether or not he's actually reading it is up for debate.
Finally, he answers, but he sounds a little reluctant.]
[Well, at least someone appreciates his scathing commentary.]
He certainly has a taste for...domination. There's a love of violence, though he attempts to keep it hidden behind a stony, controlled, and thoroughly practiced resolve.
[Now it's his turn to laugh, an incriminating one at that.]
Indeed. Though, I have not let either of us starve--I am not so cruel. Yet, these small nibbles work only to stir the underlying hunger. Ere long, he shall return to me as a faminish wolf, and I his prize to ravish.
[He hums thoughtfully, eyeing Hythlodaeus as he gets into bed. Closing his book, he puts it to the side as he likewise settles.]
Yet, there is far more enjoyment watching a man press past what he believes to be boundaries out of sheer passion. However, I suppose it would likewise bolster him should he believe himself free of such shackles.
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Slamming his book down with an audible thwap against his comforter, he glowers at Hythlodaeus from over his reading glasses.]
Just what are you doing, Hythlodaeus? I need not gaze upon your bare form--'tis torture enough with Dirk being away!
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It is for my Gravlr, of course.
[ He flips his phone around, showing his profile screen. ]
I haven’t gotten any promising inquiries unfortunately.
[ He steps over the the drawers and sets his phone down before awkwardly slipping on a pair of underwear. ]
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[He blinks a couple times as he stares at the screen, then flicks his gaze back to Hythlodaeus, watching him as he makes his way to put on some underwear at least. Thank Lord Zodiark...
He doesn't look any happier about the whole thing, but he doesn't look more upset, either.]
I had seen that application before. Little did I expect you to use it. Bath houses not serving your appetite? How tragic.
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[ He plops down next to Hades, showing his front facing profile. It’s a neck down shot that stops as far as the camera field reaches. So, to his wispy white, slightly untamed pubic hair. ]
So... Alternatives.
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[He pushes the 'gear away from him with a scowl.]
As I was saying, would that sorry sight not work for you? Nevertheless, do not bring riffraff into our abode. Certainly not into our bed.
[Because that's fair.]
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Or perhaps it is my profile.
Or... The broken wrist, perhaps?
[ He tried to pass his phone back. ]
Each time I go I find my arousal comes to me more difficultly if at all. ...I cannot even use the house? What am I to do?
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[What with Dirk being gone.]
...Look, I have little interest in assisting you in seeking release when I cannot assist in it, but...I suppose asking you to not use our shared home for such trysts is a touch unfair. Take them to the upper level if you must.
[a beat]
I would not over worry with your, ah, profile. You are far more handsome than any mortal here, and if they should worry about the construction of aught so inconsequential they are unworthy of your passion.
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Steven made it to sound so simple...
[ He looks at it and sighs before putting his phone away. ]
More handsome than any other mortal... would that they could see it the way you do. Perhaps...they find me intimidating?
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[Hades takes a moment, then glances at where Hythlodaeus put his phone. With a resigned sigh, he puts his hand out.]
Let me see it. Mayhap I can offer some assistance.
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[ The profile reads thus: Former Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, current ghost. Must be at ease around insects and fae. ]
[ The pictures he has are artfully done. But that’s all that can be said. ]
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...No mortal is going to believe any of this. Truly, Hythlodaeus? Any other time, you speak utter rot, yet here you are! Being as honest as ever! This is not how you attract mortals, honesty does not appeal to their vanity or their delusions.
[He hands the phone back to Hythlodaeus.]
No one is going to care what an invaluable asset you were to Amaurot, nor that you consider yourself a ghost--little can anyone lay with a specter, nor less take such claim seriously.
Try again.
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[ He flips onto his belly and gazes at the text before typing something new. ]
“Long and hefty...” What is the common parlance for a phallus here?
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His jaw tightens as he swallows a bit thickly.]
That is certainly a start, after all, you are wishing to sleep with them, not romance them. As such, they care more about the physical aspects. About your...endowments.
[But right, he asked for a specific word...]
Cock, I do believe, is as common here as it ever was back home.
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And... What of my age?
[ He scrolls the wheel as quickly as he can, trying to get back into the modern era. ]
I worry about the frailty of mortals... do you think I should play gentler with them?
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...I would place you somewhere betwixt twenty-five and thirty. As for their frailty, well...
[He shrugs his shoulders, giving Hythlodaeus a knowing smirk.]
You indeed cannot buck so brutally into them as you do with me. I would find myself fairly surprised if you found any that could take such barbarism.
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[ He adds a few more pictures, eyes flicking to Hades before he saves. ]
Even if it is a sight less fulfilling. Steven did tell me that he and his boyfriend “play rough”. I wonder if I might find that in another.
[ Though his voice seems to betray that he thinks he won’t. Not easily at least. ]
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Scant do I need to know such about Steven and Jack. Though, I doubt they truly know what "playing rough" is. In other words, hold not your breath.
[He goes to turn the page in his book, but stops mid-turn. Whipping his head to stare at Hythlodaeus with incredulous revulsion.]
--Why did Steven tell you any such thing at all?
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[ Hythlodaeus delivers this in his usual even tone. ]
Does your boyfriend play rough enough with you?
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[He shakes his head...however, that second part he seems as if he's going to ignore outright, but he turns his attention back to his book. Whether or not he's actually reading it is up for debate.
Finally, he answers, but he sounds a little reluctant.]
He's learning.
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[ But onto the interesting little tidbit. ]
He’s learning, or you’re teaching him?
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He certainly has a taste for...domination. There's a love of violence, though he attempts to keep it hidden behind a stony, controlled, and thoroughly practiced resolve.
[He turns another page.]
I will break that resolve, and he will learn.
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Surely you must have a plan in place, then.
[ he turns in bed, propping his head onto his arms. ]
A plan that hinges on three weeks’ sexual frustration, I hope.
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Indeed. Though, I have not let either of us starve--I am not so cruel. Yet, these small nibbles work only to stir the underlying hunger. Ere long, he shall return to me as a faminish wolf, and I his prize to ravish.
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Surely your efforts shall pay off. Perhaps you should give him an instrument as both suggestion and permission.
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[He hums thoughtfully, eyeing Hythlodaeus as he gets into bed. Closing his book, he puts it to the side as he likewise settles.]
Yet, there is far more enjoyment watching a man press past what he believes to be boundaries out of sheer passion. However, I suppose it would likewise bolster him should he believe himself free of such shackles.
You have given me something to consider.
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