[Being trapped there for Hythlodaeus' crying is entirely what he should have foreseen, and truly he did. Yet he still feels his body go rigid as those arms grab him, hold onto him, then he feels the shake of him as he weeps. His mouth goes dry, his throat feels as though something is lodged within it, and his heart quivers painfully.
Breath hitched in his throat, eyes burning from the sting of tears welling within them, and like his chest, his jaw aches from the tightness of how it clenches. Silently do his tears slick his cheeks, yet with each that falls, he feels no better. It changes nothing.
It does not bring Hythlodaeus back.
It does not make this man any more Hythlodaeus than he was moments ago.
It does not resolve the anguish in his heart that has been renewed.
It does not save him from this despair, and maybe nothing truly will.
As Hythlodaeus regains his resolve, he's far from regaining his own. Which is why when the other man stands, wiping away his own tears, Hades turns his head away from him, his mouth pulled into a tight grieving frown as he hopes his hair will be enough to hide his silent weeping.
But he asked him a question, didn't he? Swallowing thickly—a feeling akin to forcing a lead ball through a passage far too small—he regains his voice, or what remains of it. Fortunately with his gaze averted and a hand brought to his face, he does not see that smile. For it would be too much for his heart to take at the moment.]
...I know not. The damage is severe, there is no avoiding it. There is...much I must do, much I must repair in the wake of it all. My ire—still it burns brightly, I do not know when it will cool, but...
[He doesn't want Hythlodaeus to leave. Even if it hurts to look upon him, seeing his features still had some measure of comfort. Something familiar he has been without for so long. Too long.
And maybe he's weaker than he realized. That he would find himself so dependent upon a shade like he is...]
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Breath hitched in his throat, eyes burning from the sting of tears welling within them, and like his chest, his jaw aches from the tightness of how it clenches. Silently do his tears slick his cheeks, yet with each that falls, he feels no better. It changes nothing.
It does not bring Hythlodaeus back.
It does not make this man any more Hythlodaeus than he was moments ago.
It does not resolve the anguish in his heart that has been renewed.
It does not save him from this despair, and maybe nothing truly will.
As Hythlodaeus regains his resolve, he's far from regaining his own. Which is why when the other man stands, wiping away his own tears, Hades turns his head away from him, his mouth pulled into a tight grieving frown as he hopes his hair will be enough to hide his silent weeping.
But he asked him a question, didn't he? Swallowing thickly—a feeling akin to forcing a lead ball through a passage far too small—he regains his voice, or what remains of it. Fortunately with his gaze averted and a hand brought to his face, he does not see that smile. For it would be too much for his heart to take at the moment.]
...I know not. The damage is severe, there is no avoiding it. There is...much I must do, much I must repair in the wake of it all. My ire—still it burns brightly, I do not know when it will cool, but...
[He doesn't want Hythlodaeus to leave. Even if it hurts to look upon him, seeing his features still had some measure of comfort. Something familiar he has been without for so long. Too long.
And maybe he's weaker than he realized. That he would find himself so dependent upon a shade like he is...]