closed for -> @drownedichor
as if betrayed by color itself, hades sits on the edge of the hotel room bed dressed in pure black with accented muted silvers. like a dark sky speckled with stars, his tailored suit jacket has slipped halfway down his arms to the elbow, pooling like a sea of shadow beneath his long frame.
hades gaze was not cold, nor empty, but impossibly deep. the darkest of browns, depths of an abyss that had been through too much. the edges of him had softened with a smile as he begins to undo his tie next. this was the dance, a slow removal of barriers and for him, a chance to connect. " i'm sorry i was late. " he speaks finally once the loose noose against his neck had been lost. the rings were next, one at a time to place on the bedside table. " there was back-to-back meetings all day. i didn't have a chance to do any real work until the end of the day, so i had to stay late. " hades spoke like velvet dragging across iron, a silky smooth tone, low from his throat, but a sharpness that cut through it with an intensity that was rivaled only his eyes. but he cut himself short, reminded how his wife would hate his boring little updates.
already he craved her warmth, shaped in a luminous glow. she threw sunshine to all his shadows. he wanted to bleed out the hounding thoughts of what lay beyond this room, a splendor of luxury and yet all he could see was her. " come here. i've missed you. " hades murmured, leaning back on his elbows with one of those rare, almost defiant smiles. like daring to pull his rusted features together in such a gesture under eyes so sad was in and of itself a rebellion.
