There was no such thing as secrets between them. There hearts were always bare to the other, a naked canvas for only their eyes and their eyes alone to roam and know, to feel and listen. Words that might sound brunt or hard to another but simple truths to them. Facts given freely to judge and know only truths. This was what their love was. No holding back or saving face. Them given. Fully and accepting.
It was why Hyth had gotten upset earlier, knowing full well hiding his disdain was off the table, and this was why Hades told him simply without brushing it away, that he and he alone was his heart. Not this woman of power who matching him painting along the hallways walls, mounted besides one another.
His heart. His soul…was Hythlodaeus. He living proof of who he loved all this time, even apart. The specs of hi soul in eachother was a bond that transcended time and space and everything in between. Unconditional. Unchallenged. Unmovable. Hyth always knew it but it still made him smile that he continued to go unchallenged. ‘’She sounds wonderful darling. Quite the fetching catch.” The lavender haired ancient mused with a loud dramatic snort and an eyeroll of heavily divine lilac hues. So he just being here would make her feel threatened? Good. Yes, he was a petty man and damn proud of it.
“So you’re saying my presence alone has the potential to start all out civil war? Sounds fun~” Ever in it for the chaos, who was he to turn down so much havoc making? In that case he already knew what he would say as he came to stand before his soulmate, his hand claiming Hades’s own in a tight promising hold, squeezing his digits before pulling his bare hand to his lips. This was his road to walk and he would choose it willingly so long as he took it with Hades from now on. No. No longer would he make Hades toil in the torment alone.
“I will be your lover for this world and the worlds in between to bare witness too. No longer will I be a shadow. Let the gods and folly know my name. I am here to stay and tot love you with the might of ten thousand years in waiting. This is the path I choose. My hand is yours is all that matters. You lead. I follow. You ask, I do, blindly and in love. Have me as your side. Let me share and bask in the chaos. We make it as one.” His free hand reached up to caress his beloved with a slow slide of slender fingers. “Concubine, paramour, lover, whore. Whatever bloody name or title I must abide by, I do it gladly.’’ He smirked that mischievous grin of his. “Besides I don’t think I could do one more minute of pretending i’m not woefully in love with you. Far too much effort, darling~” With that he let the other man go to instead grab him by the shirt and yank his darling Hades into a deep heated kiss, officially making it known where he stood and what he was willing to do for his lover. His and his alone. The worlds could burn so long as he stayed in his arms just like this. And he would happily be he one to light the flame if need be.
He might have to correct Hythlodaeus later that they aren’t quite aiming for a civil war just yet—merely planting fertile seeds to be harvested at a later point in time if the resulting conflict becomes useful. Such is their method: constantly arranging and rearranging the pieces on the board, always forming multiple contingencies and working around shifting landscapes toward their goals. This is how they keep winning: ever playing the long game, never tied to one set of circumstances. Adapting always.
Hythlodaeus’s sudden reappearance, too, is a feature of that shifting landscape—not only the landscape of Garlemald, but of the Ascian hierarchy. As a fellow Unsundered, his voice will hold equal weight to the three Paragons regardless of not sitting the Convocation himself. Emet-Selch wonders briefly how Lahabrea and Elidibus will receive their dear Architect; for now, he belongs only to him. And with Hythlodaeus’s tongue pressing into his mouth, Hades is content to belong only to Hythlodaeus a little while longer. After all, they have years and even eons to enact their plans, none of which are half so immediate as the heat between their very tangible bodies.
The two of them together once again… serving Lord Zodiark, restoring their world.
Emet-Selch returns the kiss in earnest, answering Hythlodaeus’s fervor with newfound hunger of his own. With that first round of reunion lust having been already slaked there is a regained comfort with one another’s bodies, with their implicit permission to touch one another. Hades’ hands help themselves to Hythlodaeus’s derrière, filling each palm with a cheek and squeezing, as though to say ‘this is mine.’
He walks him thusly toward the bed, throwing him down ungently onto its plush surface once his knees touch the mattress. The bed itself is richly dressed in crimson silk and gold trims, as befits an emperor of Garlemald, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Hythlodaeus sprawled upon it before crawling atop him.
“As one,” he confirms, dipping low to kiss Hythlodaeus not upon the lips but on his neck, tilting his head back and dragging kisses down along his throat, then lower…lower… “For our people…for our star…” Deft hands work their way under Hythlodaeus’s borrowed tunic and begin working his own pants off his lover. “We will have our world back.”
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