Hythlodaeus has been partaking of the food at the picnic quite readily, in particular the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Little did he know that the jelly would make him feel the way he feels when he sees Emet-Selch talking to an attractive man nearby. He pauses, before a cold, indignant rage comes over him. How dare he? He pulls Hythlodaeus away from anyone who may catch his attention, and then he turns around and flirts with all manner of attractive men? They're probably flirting, anyway.
Coolly, he comes over and wraps his arms around Emet-Selch from behind. He's smiling, but it's dangerous, and there's an edge to his voice as he speaks that isn't usually there. "Come now, love, we're going to be late."
And with that he grabs Hades by the arm and drags him away. It's fine. They can either walk around this picnic as a couple, or they can go home- but Hythlodaeus feels like he needs to keep an eye on his lover now. It's only fair.
Hades, as Emet-Selch in a sundered world, developed and perfected skills in getting what he wants out of people. He can make himself perfectly charming, someone you'd throw everything away to follow, someone loved. Of course he's just as capable of being someone feared and despised as well. It is not a new talent of his, but perhaps not quite as expected by those who knew him in ancient times.
In Duplicity he sees merit in making alliances with people and so he's cordial enough to the interesting ones. He might have been flirting, who's to say? He's eaten some food too and people like to be flirted with. It wouldn't have meant anything either way. Which is why he's completely surprised to feel Hythlodaeus from behind him, telling him they ought to leave before they're late.
"Late for wh— Excuse us." He tells his present company politely but confusedly as he's pulled away.
[Hermes has found it hard to emerge from his room, save to feed pigeons in the park, but he feels compelled to at least tell Emet-Selch that he's managed to do one useful thing since becoming a basket case.]
Hythlodaeus hadn't been to visit Emet-Selch at his new job yet. He knows he's working, but he wants to see him- and so he finds his way to the G-String and lets himself straight into the office without knocking.
"Not a soul in sight to greet me- truly convenient." He sits himself on the edge of the desk and grins at Emet-Selch. "Why, one can simply walk all the way to your office and barge right in!"
Especially if they know exactly where Emet-Selch is thanks to soul sight... there may as well have been neon lights telling Hythlodaeus where to go.
Of course, Emet-Selch may or may not have fantasized that Hythlodaeus would visit him at work but he never expected it to actually happen. Mostly because he actually has work to do and Hythlodaeus will distract him to no end! But Hythlodaeus is perfectly aware of that, isn't he.
"Seems I'll have to put a lock on it." He replies once Hythlodaeus perches himself on the desk as though he belongs there. Of course they both know that a lock isn't really going to keep one of them out. Not a normal lock anyway.
"To what do I owe the pleasure? I am quite busy, you see."
It's nice to be back in Duplicity- odd as that sounds. Insincerity wasn't exactly a fun time for the most part, not for Hythlodaeus. In any case he's been shopping and his curiosity took him to a sex shop, where he did end up buying a few things...
So now, back in the apartment, he sidles over to where Emet-Selch is and leans against him.
"So... I've been shopping. And I found a few things that may be of some interest to you, if you'll allow me."
He presses a kiss to his shoulder, watching his lover through his lashes as he brings a deep purple collar into view. He holds it up against Emet-Selch's neck, simply to see how it would look, and chuckles. Oh, he hopes Hades allows this... he would look so good in the collar and leash he bought.
Emet-Selch would agree that it's nice to be back in Duplicity. Insincerity was different and a bit chaotic sure, but it wasn't exactly his idea of a great time. Being the tired old man that he is now, he's only too happy to retire to the apartment and rest for a while. Of course he isn't really Hythlodaeus's keeper, so he would have just lazily waved a hand when his partner said he was leaving. He has no idea what's in store for his near future.
"Welcome home," He announces once Hythlodaeus returns. He'd just been reading something in the living area, but his lover has his full attention now. Or, at least, the purple collar does.
"A ... collar?" He gives Hythlodaeus a strange look, like he doesn't quite get it yet.
[Hermes had been agonizing over sending such a message for, well, days now, so much so he's barely gotten any sleep. Eventually he caves, writing a small letter, short and to the point, handing it to Caduceus to deliver. It isn't an apology - no that will come in person - but a request to see Emet-Selch.
Will you meet with me?
His faithful messenger slithers his way to where Emet-Selch resides, knocking on the door with his tail. When it's answered he'll offer the envelope in his mouth. It must be important - after all his master seemed so concerned that it be delivered quickly and safely.]
[ When Emet-Selch opens the door and sees a little snake there of all things, his first instinct is to squint his eyes, brow knit in irritation. What in Zodiark's name- ]
What's that you have there?
[ He takes the envelope, tearing it open for the message inside. He will grant Hermes a single point, and that is that he isn't forcing his snake to say whatever it is he wants to say to him.
He still sighs heavily, some of it directed at the Hermes situation and some of it because he's simply tired from his own nightmare ordeal. ]
Very well, you may tell your master that I will. [ He scribbles it down for Caduceus to deliver with a pen he grabs out of nowhere. He's not sure how else the little familiar is going to get the message across so... just in case. ]
When Emet-Selch arrives home he'll find Hythlodaeus opens the door in nothing but lacy black lingerie that barely covers anything, and a sheer black floor-length robe that just about manages to cover what the underwear doesn't. He tugs Emet-Selch inside by his belt loop, a devious smirk on his face.
"And now you're all mine until I say otherwise..."
When did he buy these? Who knows- but he was looking for a reason to wear them, and Emet-Selch's picture apparently brought out the need to do so immediately. And perhaps he needs to soothe him a little after his own profile happened to mention that anyone could do what they liked with Hythlodaeus' body- untrue, as Emet-Selch had pointed out.
It's hard not to just snap himself home, but since Hythlodaeus needs some time, he just decides to walk. He's not sure what's got him all riled up today but it's fine. Keeping his tie a bit loose, he leaves his jacket behind and locks up the theatre to return home. Once he's in the apartment and has locked the door behind him, he turns around to find Hythlodaeus grabbing for his belt loops and very, very much dressed for the occasion.
"And where were you hiding this?" He gives a noticeable glance up and down to see what he can of Hythlodaeus' attire from his position there. He hums in approval, smiling. He's so proud of Hythlodaeus for successfully choosing his own lingerie, but of course such a talented, creative man would be able to find something perfectly seductive.
"Mm, you look divine." He leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus, unable to wait a second longer.
( A gift is delivered mid-day on Christmas Eve, a box wrapped with a bow containing a fragance bottle and a note. The words are written perfectly, in the sender's best penmanship, straightforward and precise as Javert always is,
Joyeux Noël. I hope we will see more of each other.
[ On the 25th there's be a carefully wrapped present left for Hythlodaeus and Hades on the doorstep. When he opens the gift addressed to him, he'll find a yellow scarf with a H at one end surrounded by narcissus flowers. ]
Occasionally Hythlodaeus gets in the kind of mood where he'd like nothing more than to test his lover's limits. He's been distracted all day, musing on how he'd like to have his way completely with Emet-Selch, knowing that he is the only one who can truly have him in such a state.
He should appreciate it more, yes. So when Emet-Selch gets back from work he'll find Hythlodaeus immediately teleporting behind him as he steps in the room, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.
"Welcome home, love." It's pretty clear from the get go that he's feeling a type of way. The slight purr to his voice and the fact that he's already pressing his lips to his neck are a giveaway if nothing else.
Emet-Selch is just about to give greetings that he's home when he feels the distinct flow of aether that suggests Hythlodaeus has beat him to it. Pausing to glance behind him, he lifts his brows. Now, he absolutely loves this type of greeting to be sure, but he's also very curious about it.
"Thank you, Hythlodaeus." He chuckles a bit as he feels lips against his neck. Of course his heart is racing like mad in a way only Hythlodaeus can manage.
Hi, I'm sorry for the unusual call. I don't want to do this over text. My name is Alex Manes. I manage Private Dick, a detective agency running in the Down. I know that you own the G-String in the Up and I was wondering if I could ask an unusual favor.
[On Christmas Eve a delivery is at the door of a set of fluffy and initialled lilac towels along with a bottle of (untainted) red wine - and a note: Best wishes for the season! Thank you for the business opportunities this year! ~ Quentin Beck]
Hythlodaeus knows he's been acting especially off lately. Ever since he helped Amelia kill that SIN Guard his nightmares have been worse, he's been cranky, and it weighs on him horribly. He doesn't understand how people do it regularly- or even enjoy it- because he's been nothing short of miserable and he never even touched the victim!
Tonight he sits beside Emet-Selch on the couch where he's reading, and tries to cuddle up to him. But he's obviously unhappy about something still, even when he's buried himself in the one person who makes him feel safe.
"Would you love me even if I'd done something awful?" The question is sudden, as if he couldn't stop himself.
no longer Feb 20th…. (also he’s not Solus Emet rn, i just need to renew my icons lmfalkwjef)
It has been moons now that Emet-Selch feels he’s seeing changes in Hythlodaeus, and it has affected his own mood for the worse. Though of course by now he’s able to cover all that up with his eccentric gestures and silly words. Inside though, he feels as though his chest is always aching, always heavy. Not quite the way it was during thousands of years of Ascian plotting, but significantly noticeable nonetheless.
At the end of the day all that matters is that he’s here for Hythlodaeus, that he keeps him safe, gives him the happiness and freedom he deserves.
So when he feels that something is off, he closes what he’s reading immediately and sets it aside. His heart sinks a little at the question, turning him rather cautious as he frowns and answers.
“What kind of question is that? Of course I would.”
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at the picnic
Coolly, he comes over and wraps his arms around Emet-Selch from behind. He's smiling, but it's dangerous, and there's an edge to his voice as he speaks that isn't usually there. "Come now, love, we're going to be late."
And with that he grabs Hades by the arm and drags him away. It's fine. They can either walk around this picnic as a couple, or they can go home- but Hythlodaeus feels like he needs to keep an eye on his lover now. It's only fair.
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In Duplicity he sees merit in making alliances with people and so he's cordial enough to the interesting ones. He might have been flirting, who's to say? He's eaten some food too and people like to be flirted with. It wouldn't have meant anything either way. Which is why he's completely surprised to feel Hythlodaeus from behind him, telling him they ought to leave before they're late.
"Late for wh— Excuse us." He tells his present company politely but confusedly as he's pulled away.
"What? Whatever is the matter, Hythlodaeus?"
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I signed a contract.
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Do tell.
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"Not a soul in sight to greet me- truly convenient." He sits himself on the edge of the desk and grins at Emet-Selch. "Why, one can simply walk all the way to your office and barge right in!"
Especially if they know exactly where Emet-Selch is thanks to soul sight... there may as well have been neon lights telling Hythlodaeus where to go.
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"Seems I'll have to put a lock on it." He replies once Hythlodaeus perches himself on the desk as though he belongs there. Of course they both know that a lock isn't really going to keep one of them out. Not a normal lock anyway.
"To what do I owe the pleasure? I am quite busy, you see."
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So now, back in the apartment, he sidles over to where Emet-Selch is and leans against him.
"So... I've been shopping. And I found a few things that may be of some interest to you, if you'll allow me."
He presses a kiss to his shoulder, watching his lover through his lashes as he brings a deep purple collar into view. He holds it up against Emet-Selch's neck, simply to see how it would look, and chuckles. Oh, he hopes Hades allows this... he would look so good in the collar and leash he bought.
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"Welcome home," He announces once Hythlodaeus returns. He'd just been reading something in the living area, but his lover has his full attention now. Or, at least, the purple collar does.
"A ... collar?" He gives Hythlodaeus a strange look, like he doesn't quite get it yet.
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apologieee
Will you meet with me?
His faithful messenger slithers his way to where Emet-Selch resides, knocking on the door with his tail. When it's answered he'll offer the envelope in his mouth. It must be important - after all his master seemed so concerned that it be delivered quickly and safely.]
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What's that you have there?
[ He takes the envelope, tearing it open for the message inside. He will grant Hermes a single point, and that is that he isn't forcing his snake to say whatever it is he wants to say to him.
He still sighs heavily, some of it directed at the Hermes situation and some of it because he's simply tired from his own nightmare ordeal. ]
Very well, you may tell your master that I will. [ He scribbles it down for Caduceus to deliver with a pen he grabs out of nowhere. He's not sure how else the little familiar is going to get the message across so... just in case. ]
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un: javert
( He's in the mood to indulge someone else's urges. )
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cont. from d/s finder
"And now you're all mine until I say otherwise..."
When did he buy these? Who knows- but he was looking for a reason to wear them, and Emet-Selch's picture apparently brought out the need to do so immediately. And perhaps he needs to soothe him a little after his own profile happened to mention that anyone could do what they liked with Hythlodaeus' body- untrue, as Emet-Selch had pointed out.
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"And where were you hiding this?" He gives a noticeable glance up and down to see what he can of Hythlodaeus' attire from his position there. He hums in approval, smiling. He's so proud of Hythlodaeus for successfully choosing his own lingerie, but of course such a talented, creative man would be able to find something perfectly seductive.
"Mm, you look divine." He leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus, unable to wait a second longer.
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Joyeux Noël. I hope we will see more of each other.
And he signs it very simply with his name. )
Delivery; 12/25
un: caduceus (misfire)
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To be perfectly fair, we are a rather large race. And mortals became small. So very small.
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He should appreciate it more, yes. So when Emet-Selch gets back from work he'll find Hythlodaeus immediately teleporting behind him as he steps in the room, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.
"Welcome home, love." It's pretty clear from the get go that he's feeling a type of way. The slight purr to his voice and the fact that he's already pressing his lips to his neck are a giveaway if nothing else.
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"Thank you, Hythlodaeus." He chuckles a bit as he feels lips against his neck. Of course his heart is racing like mad in a way only Hythlodaeus can manage.
"Did I leave you too long? Were you lonely?"
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Party Log
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AND IT WASNT AN APOLOGY RING EITHER
pretend this isn’t 300 years late
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20th Feb
Tonight he sits beside Emet-Selch on the couch where he's reading, and tries to cuddle up to him. But he's obviously unhappy about something still, even when he's buried himself in the one person who makes him feel safe.
"Would you love me even if I'd done something awful?" The question is sudden, as if he couldn't stop himself.
no longer Feb 20th…. (also he’s not Solus Emet rn, i just need to renew my icons lmfalkwjef)
At the end of the day all that matters is that he’s here for Hythlodaeus, that he keeps him safe, gives him the happiness and freedom he deserves.
So when he feels that something is off, he closes what he’s reading immediately and sets it aside. His heart sinks a little at the question, turning him rather cautious as he frowns and answers.
“What kind of question is that? Of course I would.”
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Promo gift!
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The smoke "bombs" are only small and for fun and absolutely harmless but they MAY contain varying levels of aphrodisiacs. Maybe it was accidental or on purpose. You decide.]