"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."
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.
As it ever is, you know well I will not suffer boredom, though far from boring he yet is.
[Though, now that he mentions that, it does not seem like a bad idea. With the light off, he shifts a little to get comfortable, his hand finding Hythlodaeus' arm by pure and utter coincidence. So too is it when his finger idly strokes along it in a methodical manner.]
That is certainly not a bad idea. It is rather rudimentary and straight forward. Ever is he filled to the brim with ideas, but he hesitates to indulge. I cannot help but wonder why.
[Who could have foretold that Hythlodaeus was going to take that as a suggestion to cuddle? Certainly not Hades with how he leans into him more fully, his own arm looping loosely over Hythlodaeus' waist.]
Well am I aware--though, at least for the most part, the mortals of our home worry little over such matters. Though they concern themselves with matters of race, trivial though such matters are.
[He lets out a soft sigh, letting his eyes close.]
Mayhap he will find comfort in himself under my tutelage.
That is half of my problems with their ilk. Their shortsighted and pointless squabbling lends itself to needless suffering and bloodshed. Like animals, they snarl and snap at one another, without much thought nor deeper reflection of the crumbling world around them. Too selfish, too blinded by their self importance--one that does not truly exist.
[He sighs, drawing himself closer--till he realizes his glasses are still on with a surprised grunt as he feels the frames dig into him a little. Drawing back just enough, he takes them off, and turns just enough to lay them upon his book, before returning to his cozy little spot against Hythlodaeus. Tucked under his chin.]
...It does. Yet, it has been ages since. I both feel as though it was not long ago, and that yearning nostalgia for those simpler, halcyon days. When my deepest concerns were whether or not you'd make a fool of me in my work, whether or not I might make it home without your keen eyes finding me ere I reached my destination.
[He smiles, hidden against Hythlodaeus, shrouded by the dark of the room.]
Though, I always secretly hoped you would. This I am certain you are aware.
[ He lets out a little giggle as he draws back to take off his glasses. He’s certain that he’s smiling in any case.]
You could have done much better to avoid me, it is true. Rarely did you take an odd alley or heaven forbid, jog. I knew you liked it when I’d find you passing under the lamp lights.
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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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[ The Rotom turns out their light as Hythlodaeus considers. ]
...Something that doesn’t require any skill, so that he doesn’t feel intimidated. Some manner of switch, perhaps.
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[Though, now that he mentions that, it does not seem like a bad idea. With the light off, he shifts a little to get comfortable, his hand finding Hythlodaeus' arm by pure and utter coincidence. So too is it when his finger idly strokes along it in a methodical manner.]
That is certainly not a bad idea. It is rather rudimentary and straight forward. Ever is he filled to the brim with ideas, but he hesitates to indulge. I cannot help but wonder why.
Shame, perhaps? A pity, if so.
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[ coincidence? He thinks not. He props his injured arm up on Hades and curls in close. ]
Mortal culture is, as I am sure is no surprise to you, utterly reprehensible. Love and affection betwixt men is so oddly stigmatized.
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Well am I aware--though, at least for the most part, the mortals of our home worry little over such matters. Though they concern themselves with matters of race, trivial though such matters are.
[He lets out a soft sigh, letting his eyes close.]
Mayhap he will find comfort in himself under my tutelage.
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[ He tucks his head over Hades’ and sighs contentedly.]
It really is just like yesterday when I took you under my own.
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[He sighs, drawing himself closer--till he realizes his glasses are still on with a surprised grunt as he feels the frames dig into him a little. Drawing back just enough, he takes them off, and turns just enough to lay them upon his book, before returning to his cozy little spot against Hythlodaeus. Tucked under his chin.]
...It does. Yet, it has been ages since. I both feel as though it was not long ago, and that yearning nostalgia for those simpler, halcyon days. When my deepest concerns were whether or not you'd make a fool of me in my work, whether or not I might make it home without your keen eyes finding me ere I reached my destination.
[He smiles, hidden against Hythlodaeus, shrouded by the dark of the room.]
Though, I always secretly hoped you would. This I am certain you are aware.
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You could have done much better to avoid me, it is true. Rarely did you take an odd alley or heaven forbid, jog. I knew you liked it when I’d find you passing under the lamp lights.
... Those really were the days.
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