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"I mean... It's not that bad, is it?" Even as Shun says so, his voice speaks of nothing but amusement, much like the grin that now sits on his features as his gaze shifts from his companion, to the television in front of them.
An animation called Hercules plays on the screen, a scene where the character that's supposed to be Hades is throwing yet another tantrum. Appearance-wise, the difference between the cartoon character and the actual God of the Underworld sitting by his side on the couch is almost comical, and Shun can understand his indignation. He definitely does not look like a zombie with shark teeth and fire for hair.
Out of respect, Shun bites back a laugh.
"And it's made for children, so!" He says, as if that should be enough reason for Hades to let it slide. In an attempt at comfort—which isn't much, if you consider the smile that Shun can't seem to be able to wipe off his face—he gives Hades a few pats on the shoulder. "It's not like normal people know what you look like, right?"
An innocence of a scene could hide inside of it various potential of untold conversations. How long did the God of the Underground gently mocked behind his back delicacy of irony of an Emperor to always following him; to constantly been a reminder? During centuries, enjoying differently a considered playground of mortal, Hades have been spared of the same gesture — avoiding recollection of a blood view who traumatized him ( without explicitly expressing that issue) ; avoiding somehow a casual reminder of topics left unexplored. There was no remarks to be done about humanity’s hobbies to enjoying fictional content for their enjoyment: he had the same pleasure, projected towards a quiet observation full of disapproving of people’s life…meanwhile fictional content was allowed to remaining more or less harmless in the biggest scheme, he was preferring acting within reality; joining games that will impacting real people.
An observer’s position was a well-known place, too much comfortable, too much eventually boring for desiring these sparks of actor. As first, a welcoming proposition left out within a curious side, middly uninterested, trying to showing best of his persona when it was involving past heroes’ stories. There was an impulsive wish coming from it : since he had been here, though in the background of the spectators seats having no truest importance in the play, even after centuries, he could catching up every little mistake mortals made about them. So, though that movie never pretended taking realistically what happened , slowly his expression expressed shapes of discomposure, disapproval, frowning by instants, shock…as comparison was protectively exposed within his head. However…something…just happened: regardless how young his features remaining, maturity into a gaze projected outside a millennium divinity removed of barriers of lies.
While presenting towards mortals, by a hidden respect, Hades was protecting them by projecting some part of his personality, twisting it into something pleasant for their eyes — even when he was filled of good attention, uncanny playfulness would hide some part of his personality, removing aspects that didn’t wanted to be expressed. Luckily enough, he trusted Shun enough for welcoming the exception — following the few witnessed such personable. He hadn’t talked at all during watching, feeling nevertheless that change within his features, ignoring the slow discomposure of his face. Irony came back at him altogether: misunderstandings about his persona ; that conflict with Athena ; talk appearance in front of his next vessel…Touching too much humanity will awakening irony.
❝ It’s never claimed to be what happened. ❞ He noticed after a long moment. ❝ I might be jealous of my brothers but not to that point. ❞ Another somber remark cannot helped to show — he just had a little disagreement with Zeus daughter, concerning heroes like Heracles…as he left the reminder into his head. Watching himself leaving out another tantrum was somehow a caricature in character was welcomed with complete indifference until a pout commented the end of his lips. ❝ — children learning early that I am the big villainous character in the story ? ❞ For one second, he forgot he was complaining in front of an Athena’s Saint and he was truly the Big Boss Villain of the story. There was no comments towards amusement he saw, allowing to without disregard his feelings. It touching him personally, it’s all. Realizing what he said, there was a silence, cannot taking back it. Accepting gently the patting into his shoulder, a long instant of sentimentalism passing through his features, leaving out ocean eyes filled with sadness to the notion of his appearance. It was certain that before he would have taking this opportunity in front of his next vessel to playing some manipulative games…nevertheless attachment dissolved completely the idea. ❝ I cling to my dignity. ❞ It wasn’t either an answer as he added into a careful and pleasant smile, giving less of a centuries older figure who lived too long. ❝ Only a happy few can know what I look like. ❞
