"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."
[ A moment passes before he sends another message. It is a steadied image of him sitting on a bamboo bench. Clearly he must be holding the ‘gear with both hands, because he seems to have enlisted some assistance... In the form of another man’s hands. It certainly looks...even bigger held in one of these mortals’ mitts. ]
Am I keeping you from aught more important than this?
[Hythlodaeus honestly knew exactly how to get to him...an artist in every meaning of the word. Everything is so carefully and deliberately done, even how these images are being taken, how they're framed. Not just to inspire sexual arousal, but likewise engage his appreciation for artistry.
It's basically a sexy call out and he loves it as much as he hates it. That isn't stopping him from settling himself onto his bed, boots and outter layers removed, before he likewise sends Hythlodaeus another image. This time his skirt is no longer obscuring him, the folds of the skirt slightly in view as it's pulled up to reveal legs and his erection.]
[Time to up the ante, then. The next message is not live feed, but a ten second clip of his man-as-accessory pumping him.]
Ever the stalwart worker. I’m told that it is rude to merely show you this. My new friend says that if we’re lovers you should want to see my face as well.
[Hades doesn't respond with words, at least, not right away. Instead, he responds with a picture. It's an upward shot of his torso, from just below his pectorals, showing the upper half of him. The front of his frock is open, revealing a good portion of his bare chest , while he gazes down at the camera with half-lidded lustful eyes, his hair slightly disheveled, while his free hand threads his fingers through it. Heat to his face, as he worries his bottom lip with his teeth.]
Listen to the man, for I would gaze upon your features, not only your member.
[Oh, did Hythlodaeus want a response? Because that picture sure makes it seem like he doesn't because how the fuck can he respond when he's staring at that with his dick in his hand, HM??? Well, the response comes a little later, not too much later though, because he's well riled and honestly how can he last with such a beautiful image?
The next one that Hythlodaeus gets is of Hades' bare torso, having gotten out of his frock, his dick laying flat on his stomach. But that's not all, there's the obvious results from that alluring photograph Hythlodaeus sent him, fresh across his stomach. His face is also visible in the image, flushed from his orgasm, eyes willed with satisfaction. However, there is...the worrying bruising to his ribs that's a little visible from the angle, but Hades (foolishly) hopes the rest will distract his friend.
[ He was ready to finish himself off when he received the image, having waved the other away. There was a lot wonderful about the image, but those pesky bruises... well. It was impossible to think clearly in his state. He replies a few moments later.]
In body, but perhaps not mind. I’m left with questions about those bruises and worries about your safety. I can, perhaps, guess how you got them, but I am left troubled.
It is hard to not worry about a man who likes to keep secrets. My mind puzzles at how you must have fallen to bruise there, but not other contact points along those body lines... and in truth, I can only picture you taking a tumble down the stairs so many times.
[And now he’s swapping how they’re talking. Typing is a little slow on such a small device with his enormous fingers. He mostly just sounds kind of sad. In the background is the sound of a faucet running as he cleans off his hand and stomach. ]
How cruel must those around you be that you have become so prickly about concern. I merely wished to express my love to you.
[With the swap, his heart tightens in his chest. Hearing him sound so...worried pains him deeply, and makes him feel guilty, especially with that last part "I merely wish to express my love to you". He considers for a moment to continue with text, but that would be too cowardly.
So, when he responds, he tries to sound dismissive and uninterested. Trying to hide any guilt that might be coating his tone. He's only half successful.]
...I appreciate your concern, 'tis merely unnecessary. I wish not to think of my hurts more than they force me to.
[ So distracted is he that he nearly leaves without washing his mask. He sets his gear on the mirror’s shelf to continue talking. He unknowingly hits the video button in the process. He pulls the mask from his face and looks down at it with a sad sort of irritation. He clearly doesn’t know that Hades can see him as he rubs the drying come from it under the tap.]
Would that you could see that each of these exchanges merely convinces me of the opposite. What happened to you? It hurts my heart for you to shut me out so.... [he sighs. ]
I would have preferred to speak of aught else but you have forced me to wonder about this.
[When the video clicks on, Hades pauses and wonders if that was intentional, but how Hythlodaeus proceeds with his little chore, and does not look at the camera, how...genuine his expression of sorrow and vexation. He closes his eyes, bringing his hand to his face to rub at them with a thumb and forefinger.]
I have not forced this, you merely choose to plague your thoughts with concerns that are meaningless.
[Wait, that's not the right word for it...]
Well, of no consequence, seeing as they change nothing. I am safe, naught else need concern you.
Very well, keep your secrets. We should be there in two weeks’ time and I will be able to ascertain that for myself. Until then I shall leave this topic be.
[He huffs as he picks up a cloth and dries his mask carefully with a buffing motion. He peers at his gear and frowns. ]
Ah, damn. I wanted to save my face for next time, or the time after.
[HE HATES THIS, but Hythlodaeus does not need to know about what went down. He can be concerned, but that will fade away as he proves there's nothing else that will result the same. It's for the better.
He's stuck on what to even say, rare though that is, but then when Hythlodaeus realizes he's revealed his face to him (something that Hades is honestly...so appreciative of. Gazing upon his features like that after so, so long... He could recall them perfectly, everything about him he could, but to see them again with his own eyes...]
'Tis a balm to my heart to see your face again all the same.
[That eases him. A little. But it does not purge the guilt from his bosom. Likewise, he turns on his camera, making sure it's only of his shoulders and up. He hardly needs to send them back to the other topic due to sloppiness. His gaze is soft and loving, full of wistfulness as is his small smile.]
Would that you could...but I suppose this will do for now. Two weeks is naught to us, and I have waited far longer for your return.
[Oops, dipping back into the heavy topics here, wasn’t he? He carries his ‘gear around, redressing into his hanger of clothes. The robe must have been at the laundromat. Of course people stare at him as it is, but no one was expecting a Buddhist monk to be here sucking dick. ]
[...Oh dammit all. If the question weren't so distracting, he might have asked about his...spare clothes. But it doesn't matter. He can feel panic rising in him as he realizes the landmine he inadvertently stepped on. He never confirmed if his friend knew about the war between the gods, if he knew of the fate that would come to their people...
AND NOW HE'S GONE AND GOOFED. He keeps his expression pretty neutral of the panic rattling his mind, but it shows in his eyes.]
Well, I have been here for more than a moon.
[He knows how weak that sounds, how that is such an obvious dodge, and he hates it. But look, he's trying to work with this whiplash conversation post orgasm, and he's overworked on top of it! Cut him some slack!]
[He sighs but he’s not about to corner him over this, too. That just wasn’t his style. ]
There was a time in our past that you might have called that a blessing. Well, how circumstance changes all else around it.
[He steps outside, the gentle breeze carrying his hair as he reaffixes his mask.]
It seems so easy to fall into these intimate exchanges with others here. Have you found yourself given any attentions? One might wonder with how quickly you found yourself home.
[He's still a fool with how he keeps pushing Hythlodaeus away like this, but he doesn't know what to do with himself, honestly.]
I try not to speak intimately with others here, little do I need such connections when this world is unstable. As for my settling...'twas with fair ease, though this will never be home.
[Though, he's spoken quite intimately with Estinien, but that's different in his mind.]
At being forgiven, there's clear emotion that flashes across his expression, and behind his eyes. It's such a simple thing, and maybe it should not strike him like that, and yet it does. He's been at his toils for eons, doing the most horrible things to ensure his people's restoration, regretting every moment he wasted in Amaurot. Knowing not what would come, know that those days truly had a limit, and that life would die well before its time.
That his friends would do the same. That everyone would, save him and two others.
When he speaks, his voice is thick and strained, but he's trying to hide that fact, just like he's trying to hide the emotion behind his face.]
Sure they can, if one knows how to well reason with themselves.
[Hythlodaeus stares directly into the camera and can’t help but laugh uproariously into his face. ]
Oh? Have you become a master of denial? What next? Food? Sleep? Don’t be ridiculous, Hades. You would make me engage with such a silly joke as if it were a serious point of debate?
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Am I keeping you from aught more important than this?
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[Technically not a lie.]
But I suppose I was well over due for a respite.
[Hythlodaeus honestly knew exactly how to get to him...an artist in every meaning of the word. Everything is so carefully and deliberately done, even how these images are being taken, how they're framed. Not just to inspire sexual arousal, but likewise engage his appreciation for artistry.
It's basically a sexy call out and he loves it as much as he hates it. That isn't stopping him from settling himself onto his bed, boots and outter layers removed, before he likewise sends Hythlodaeus another image. This time his skirt is no longer obscuring him, the folds of the skirt slightly in view as it's pulled up to reveal legs and his erection.]
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Ever the stalwart worker. I’m told that it is rude to merely show you this. My new friend says that if we’re lovers you should want to see my face as well.
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Listen to the man, for I would gaze upon your features, not only your member.
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"No, no, please do continue. Ah, wait. I have a better idea."
A couple minutes pass with no reply before another picture comes through.]
Your turn.
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The next one that Hythlodaeus gets is of Hades' bare torso, having gotten out of his frock, his dick laying flat on his stomach. But that's not all, there's the obvious results from that alluring photograph Hythlodaeus sent him, fresh across his stomach. His face is also visible in the image, flushed from his orgasm, eyes willed with satisfaction. However, there is...the worrying bruising to his ribs that's a little visible from the angle, but Hades (foolishly) hopes the rest will distract his friend.
After all, he's not really thinking about it.]
Satisfied?
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In body, but perhaps not mind. I’m left with questions about those bruises and worries about your safety. I can, perhaps, guess how you got them, but I am left troubled.
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It was the fall. Worry not about them, they are healing, and I am fine. As such the image should suggest, if you paid any mind to aught else about it.
Do not become a worrier, it ill suits you.
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I am injured. I am healing. That is all that matters. Leave it be.
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How cruel must those around you be that you have become so prickly about concern. I merely wished to express my love to you.
Voice;
So, when he responds, he tries to sound dismissive and uninterested. Trying to hide any guilt that might be coating his tone. He's only half successful.]
...I appreciate your concern, 'tis merely unnecessary. I wish not to think of my hurts more than they force me to.
[Which is true, but...]
Video
Would that you could see that each of these exchanges merely convinces me of the opposite. What happened to you? It hurts my heart for you to shut me out so.... [he sighs. ]
I would have preferred to speak of aught else but you have forced me to wonder about this.
voice;
I have not forced this, you merely choose to plague your thoughts with concerns that are meaningless.
[Wait, that's not the right word for it...]
Well, of no consequence, seeing as they change nothing. I am safe, naught else need concern you.
Video;
[He huffs as he picks up a cloth and dries his mask carefully with a buffing motion. He peers at his gear and frowns. ]
Ah, damn. I wanted to save my face for next time, or the time after.
Voice;
He's stuck on what to even say, rare though that is, but then when Hythlodaeus realizes he's revealed his face to him (something that Hades is honestly...so appreciative of. Gazing upon his features like that after so, so long... He could recall them perfectly, everything about him he could, but to see them again with his own eyes...]
'Tis a balm to my heart to see your face again all the same.
[This is a much better topic, anyway.]
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If only this place had proper teleportation, I would be by your side tonight.
[It had been too long since he had seen Hades. In any way he wanted to see him, that was.]
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Would that you could...but I suppose this will do for now. Two weeks is naught to us, and I have waited far longer for your return.
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[Oops, dipping back into the heavy topics here, wasn’t he? He carries his ‘gear around, redressing into his hanger of clothes. The robe must have been at the laundromat. Of course people stare at him as it is, but no one was expecting a Buddhist monk to be here sucking dick. ]
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AND NOW HE'S GONE AND GOOFED. He keeps his expression pretty neutral of the panic rattling his mind, but it shows in his eyes.]
Well, I have been here for more than a moon.
[He knows how weak that sounds, how that is such an obvious dodge, and he hates it. But look, he's trying to work with this whiplash conversation post orgasm, and he's overworked on top of it! Cut him some slack!]
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There was a time in our past that you might have called that a blessing. Well, how circumstance changes all else around it.
[He steps outside, the gentle breeze carrying his hair as he reaffixes his mask.]
It seems so easy to fall into these intimate exchanges with others here. Have you found yourself given any attentions? One might wonder with how quickly you found yourself home.
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[He's still a fool with how he keeps pushing Hythlodaeus away like this, but he doesn't know what to do with himself, honestly.]
I try not to speak intimately with others here, little do I need such connections when this world is unstable. As for my settling...'twas with fair ease, though this will never be home.
[Though, he's spoken quite intimately with Estinien, but that's different in his mind.]
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You were, but I forgive you.
[He makes a thoughtful noise. ] I’m not sure if one can simply “opt out” of basic needs like love and comfort.
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At being forgiven, there's clear emotion that flashes across his expression, and behind his eyes. It's such a simple thing, and maybe it should not strike him like that, and yet it does. He's been at his toils for eons, doing the most horrible things to ensure his people's restoration, regretting every moment he wasted in Amaurot. Knowing not what would come, know that those days truly had a limit, and that life would die well before its time.
That his friends would do the same. That everyone would, save him and two others.
When he speaks, his voice is thick and strained, but he's trying to hide that fact, just like he's trying to hide the emotion behind his face.]
Sure they can, if one knows how to well reason with themselves.
[Yet, it's clear he's full of shit.]
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Oh? Have you become a master of denial? What next? Food? Sleep? Don’t be ridiculous, Hades. You would make me engage with such a silly joke as if it were a serious point of debate?
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