[It's an otherwise mild day for them, really. While they might seem glued at the hip (in more ways than one), they do actually have their own alone times. What else is Emet-Selch's study for if not for him to be alone in sweet, silent solitude? Which is where he's been for the better part of the morning, ever since their modest breakfast of bread with marmalade and fruit with some thick yogurt, washed down with some freshly made coffee.
However, as Emet has worked on various things (writing, tinkering with his little machine he's been working on in secret, and napping), one thing has not left his mind. So agitating in its persistence, even his napping was disturbed, and it's from one such nap he's decided to confront the prevailing problem.
Which is why he eventually rises from his seat, snuffing out the fireplace (he's aware he won't likely be back soon), and leaves his study. He assumes Hythlodaeus is in the sitting room upstairs, and he would be right, finding him fiddling with some jar or something?
He doesn't know, and he won't ask, at least not about that.]
So, what is it with you and that little monkey boy, anyway? Rather fond of him, are you?
[He both sounds curious and annoyed, but considering he typically sounds annoyed 99% of the time, it might mean nothing, actually.]
[It was a pleasant and quiet day, so part of Hythlodaeus is quite pleased when he notes Emet-Selch ascending the stairs! Only for him to decide to start shit, that is.]
Monkey boy. [He repeats in slight disbelief. His voice comes out flatly.]
You mean Zidane, of course. What's the matter, jealous?
Jealous? Hardly, there would need to be an actual threat for that to be so.
[He shakes his head, crossing his arms.]
I suppose I'm simply curious about what it is about him that has you so enamored. Out of all the guests [he says the word like it's something despicable and vile,] 'twas he who you laid with first. Quite pointedly so.
[Yes he was very aware and maybe watched that happen. Clearly he's not the issue here.]
Oh, that! [He waves his hand at it with a giggle.]
We met before on his flying stage. I suppose we just hit it off right there. We chatted for a while about plays and roles before undressing for one another. Though, because of the difference in our natural sizes... He must have been excited to try again. [Hythlodaeus goes back to tinkering as he talks, tapping air holes into the lid of a pantry jar with an awl and a block.]
[He hadn't planned to mate with a dragon upon leaving his home this day, yet that's exactly what happened. And now? Now he's doing his walk of shame, though most of it was done via teleportation to be honest. However, as he steps inside his and Hythlodaeus' shared abode, he notices something off immediately.
There seems to be...slime(?) on the floor. He squints, focusing his eyes on the aether, and he can verify that it seems to belong to Hythlodaeus, but he cannot imagine why it's slime of all things?
Thus he embarks on his journey following the slime trail that eventually leads him to the stairs, which gives him pause. Focusing his sight, he looks through the house to locate Hythlodaeus' soul—which he finds! However, the shape of him is..off, and hard to discern from here, which makes his stomach knot with dread.
He takes a moment, takes a breath, and tries to prepare himself for whatever nonsense he's about to deal with. Here he wanted to come home and clean up after taking Byleth's burden unto and into himself, and now this...]
What a bother...
[Sighing, he makes his way up the stairs, careful not to step in slime so that he doesn't slip down them. Sure enough the trail leads him not only to their bedroom, but the adjoining bathroom.
Opening the door, he can see the pink mass and fin of what he can only assume to be Hythlodaeus and a massive headache. Which is why he immediately closes the door.]
Absolutely not.
[He has dealt with one man-turned-beast, he is not about to deal with another!]
[Hythlodaeus presses his fat, slimy arm against the door handle, pushing down and releasing the latch. He's heavy and he's slippery. A combination that allows him to force the door open, swinging just past Emet-Selch's face with a bang.]
[Stubby feet and his large, soft belly meet the ground as he slips through, landing directly on top of Emet-Selch.]
[A familiar voice prods into Emet-Selch's skull as the slimy beast fully envelops him.]
Oh, Hades. You're home rather late.
[The air is thick, suddenly. Steam pours from the bathroom in a fog as a dampness creeps in underneath of him. Hythlodaeus' doofy dragon face is likely most of all Emet-Selch can see.]
[He has never been a man to be grossed out by slimy creatures, but he also has never truly been pinned to the floor and smushed by one so invasively as this, and so he hates everything about it! Hates how thick the pungent the air is, how soft yet unyielding Hythlodaeus' mass is, there is just so much about this that makes him want to scream, but of course he doesn't.
No, no, he squawks.]
Hythlodaeus what did you do!?
[He's trying to squirm out from under him, but he's pitifully failing. Part of him wants to just teleport away, and that'd be the easy solution, but another part of him, the part that just got railed deeply by a dragon and is still into that idea and has not let it go since it happened, makes him stay. It doesn't stop him from pushing on him though, trying to keep that silly looking adorable face out of his own as it contorts with distaste.]
How did you achieve this? You cannot transform, so then—!?
[Of course, he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world.]
The one with the dragon statue.
[He shifts his weight, though continues to pin him. It's fun! He doesn't think he could do this any other way, so the receives quite the thrill up his spine. Buried as it is in thick, padding fat. He nuzzles against his face, leaving warm slime in his wake.]
[Not wanting to cause any possible damage to their home, or be caught in the act of what's about to go down by any of the other ancients who live there, especially with Hades in his transformed state, he teleported them from Zidane's airship to the middle of the forest. Though he is sporting a height of nearly 25ft, the trees act as a good cover for what's about to go down.
Part of him considers for a moment of unsilencing Hythlodaeus, yet another part of him (the angry part) wants to maintain that control and dominance over him. Guess which one wins! Holding him still with his clawed arm, he brings him closer to him once more, reaching out with those golden claws of his to tear off Hythlodaeus' robes, exposing him without a second thought nor care. Those glowing eyes scrutinizing him like he's little more than prey in his entirely too sharp clutches, and perhaps in this moment he is just that.]
Was this your aim? To anger me, to provoke this out of me? Nevertheless, your aim does not matter because you are getting everything you deserve.
[If Hythlodaeus takes a moment to peer downward, beyond the clawed thumb of the hand which holds him, Hades' skirt is certainly...tented. Arousal has decidedly been achieved, but at what cost? Though the tenting of his skirt is the least worrying, when there seems to be writhing beneath it as well, a promise of what's to come. However, it seems that for a moment, as he regards Hythlodaeus in his vulnerable state, his anger wanes just a bit, and he removes that silencing effect. Giving him a moment to speak. For his sake, he should choose his words wisely.]
[His breath catches silently as the robes are just torn from his body. For all of his harsh worlds, Hythlodaeus meets his scrutinizing gaze with one full of tender love and hazy arousal. He doesn’t even have to speak for Emet-Selch to know his mind, but he cannot help himself, wanting to test his now unrestricted speech.]
You’ve always known me to strike true. Does it truly make you so angry to be seen and known? I know it has been a long time for you.
Seen and known? There is a marked difference in being seen and known for one's accomplishments, for one's merits, than one's deviances and perversions! I know this place feasts itself upon the latter, but—
[Those eyes narrow, and while his grip loosens slightly, Hythlodaeus is still firmly within his grasp. Perhaps that tender love is getting to him...]
That was too far.
[He says this, but his big fucking boner seems to say it was just far enough!]
[He squirms his arms out of that clawed grasp, reaching out to touch his mask.]
It’s so fun to tease you… To get these big reactions out of you.
[Hythlodaeus sighs with a little smile. He’s conflicted, certainly. He wants all the vim and vigor of the full brunt of his anger, but part of him knows that Hades probably would prefer if he treated him with a little more gentleness in light of everything. Well, too bad. This was a delicate push and pull right now. Keeping him irritated, but soothing enough of his wounds.]
After all, like this, I know all of your thoughts are only about me.
[ Hyth will find a small box with a note attached. In the box are a set of gold-colored, ornate bindings. The note reads; ]
Hythlodaeus,
Perhaps this will settle better than a cake, yes? These binds will entirely disable any magic. They require express consent to activate, so there is no danger of them falling into the wrong hands. I thought you may like a set for yourself. I'm sure you'll find some use for them.
[A handwritten letter demands one in return. Especially for one accompanying so clever and thoughtful of a gift.]
Dear Byleth,
Thank you for such a thoughtful gift. I will be sure to make use of them soon. I am impressed with the shrewdness of the mind that could come up with such a wondrous object.
Yours, Hythlodaeus
[This note is brought to Byleth in an enormous folded piece of paper with his name scrawled on front and carried in the mouth of the terrier sized Ambystoma all the way back to Byleth. By the time Byleth gets it, the center fold of the paper is soaked through.]
I would like to say. I intend to court you. I would like it quite a bit if perhaps you would afford me some of your personal time, as I would desire to kiss you on the mouth.
I think you are very beautiful, and fun to talk to.
[Hythlodaeus wakes up early as usual, slowly. He and Hades had their leisurely breakfast before Hades headed out to the Hall of Rhetoric. Probably to just nap elsewhere.]
[Hythlodaeus, on the other hand, went out to the garden to fuss with herbs. He picks up the line to receive one of the most earnest and awkward things he's ever heard in his life. Hythlodaeus waits a beat, holding eye contact, to see what he'll do next.]
[Byleth's concerns about Hythlodaeus' regard for him hasn't left his mind since his conversation with him, and he's reviewed the whole situation between the three of them on repeat when he's had the time to himself to think about it. Adding to that, he's thought much about when Hythlodaeus dominated him and spoke about him "forgetting" to whom he belongs, and at the time, well...he thought it was for the scene, for their little games they play. A performance, not something rooted so deeply in reality.
Now he isn't so sure.
Which is why he makes his way to Hythlodaeus as he's cozied up in the living room, likely napping or close to it. Hades sits on the adjacent lounge, watching him for a few moments, before he speaks. His voice is softer than normal, but there's also an urgency that makes it difficult to ignore.]
Hythlodaeus, I must needs speak with you. It is about Byleth.
[Hythlodaeus wakes from his light dozing into reality.]
What's the matter? Is he caught in the drain again?
[He honestly sort of hopes it is, though he knows his near dreamlike idea is very unlikely. The idea of speaking about Byleth makes him sort of irritable. It isn't that he doesn't like him, but he doesn't like him around all the time.]
Thank you. I can't really make it over there, so if you want to chat in person you are welcome in my house, as always.
The subject is regarding Azem.
You see, in one of those other worlds I saw... I was in the same position as Obsidian. Emet-Selch told me that it made sense, that in another life, I'd have been a shard of Azem. You were both friends with them, right?
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However, as Emet has worked on various things (writing, tinkering with his little machine he's been working on in secret, and napping), one thing has not left his mind. So agitating in its persistence, even his napping was disturbed, and it's from one such nap he's decided to confront the prevailing problem.
Which is why he eventually rises from his seat, snuffing out the fireplace (he's aware he won't likely be back soon), and leaves his study. He assumes Hythlodaeus is in the sitting room upstairs, and he would be right, finding him fiddling with some jar or something?
He doesn't know, and he won't ask, at least not about that.]
So, what is it with you and that little monkey boy, anyway? Rather fond of him, are you?
[He both sounds curious and annoyed, but considering he typically sounds annoyed 99% of the time, it might mean nothing, actually.]
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Monkey boy. [He repeats in slight disbelief. His voice comes out flatly.]
You mean Zidane, of course. What's the matter, jealous?
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[He shakes his head, crossing his arms.]
I suppose I'm simply curious about what it is about him that has you so enamored. Out of all the guests [he says the word like it's something despicable and vile,] 'twas he who you laid with first. Quite pointedly so.
[Yes he was very aware and maybe watched that happen. Clearly he's not the issue here.]
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We met before on his flying stage. I suppose we just hit it off right there. We chatted for a while about plays and roles before undressing for one another. Though, because of the difference in our natural sizes... He must have been excited to try again. [Hythlodaeus goes back to tinkering as he talks, tapping air holes into the lid of a pantry jar with an awl and a block.]
Why do you ask?
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There seems to be...slime(?) on the floor. He squints, focusing his eyes on the aether, and he can verify that it seems to belong to Hythlodaeus, but he cannot imagine why it's slime of all things?
Thus he embarks on his journey following the slime trail that eventually leads him to the stairs, which gives him pause. Focusing his sight, he looks through the house to locate Hythlodaeus' soul—which he finds! However, the shape of him is..off, and hard to discern from here, which makes his stomach knot with dread.
He takes a moment, takes a breath, and tries to prepare himself for whatever nonsense he's about to deal with. Here he wanted to come home and clean up after taking Byleth's burden unto and into himself, and now this...]
What a bother...
[Sighing, he makes his way up the stairs, careful not to step in slime so that he doesn't slip down them. Sure enough the trail leads him not only to their bedroom, but the adjoining bathroom.
Opening the door, he can see the pink mass and fin of what he can only assume to be Hythlodaeus and a massive headache. Which is why he immediately closes the door.]
Absolutely not.
[He has dealt with one man-turned-beast, he is not about to deal with another!]
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[Stubby feet and his large, soft belly meet the ground as he slips through, landing directly on top of Emet-Selch.]
[A familiar voice prods into Emet-Selch's skull as the slimy beast fully envelops him.]
Oh, Hades. You're home rather late.
[The air is thick, suddenly. Steam pours from the bathroom in a fog as a dampness creeps in underneath of him. Hythlodaeus' doofy dragon face is likely most of all Emet-Selch can see.]
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No, no, he squawks.]
Hythlodaeus what did you do!?
[He's trying to squirm out from under him, but he's pitifully failing. Part of him wants to just teleport away, and that'd be the easy solution, but another part of him, the part that just got railed deeply by a dragon and is still into that idea and has not let it go since it happened, makes him stay. It doesn't stop him from pushing on him though, trying to keep that silly looking adorable face out of his own as it contorts with distaste.]
How did you achieve this? You cannot transform, so then—!?
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[Of course, he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world.]
The one with the dragon statue.
[He shifts his weight, though continues to pin him. It's fun! He doesn't think he could do this any other way, so the receives quite the thrill up his spine. Buried as it is in thick, padding fat. He nuzzles against his face, leaving warm slime in his wake.]
You carry an unusual scent.
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Part of him considers for a moment of unsilencing Hythlodaeus, yet another part of him (the angry part) wants to maintain that control and dominance over him. Guess which one wins! Holding him still with his clawed arm, he brings him closer to him once more, reaching out with those golden claws of his to tear off Hythlodaeus' robes, exposing him without a second thought nor care. Those glowing eyes scrutinizing him like he's little more than prey in his entirely too sharp clutches, and perhaps in this moment he is just that.]
Was this your aim? To anger me, to provoke this out of me? Nevertheless, your aim does not matter because you are getting everything you deserve.
[If Hythlodaeus takes a moment to peer downward, beyond the clawed thumb of the hand which holds him, Hades' skirt is certainly...tented. Arousal has decidedly been achieved, but at what cost? Though the tenting of his skirt is the least worrying, when there seems to be writhing beneath it as well, a promise of what's to come. However, it seems that for a moment, as he regards Hythlodaeus in his vulnerable state, his anger wanes just a bit, and he removes that silencing effect. Giving him a moment to speak. For his sake, he should choose his words wisely.]
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You’ve always known me to strike true. Does it truly make you so angry to be seen and known? I know it has been a long time for you.
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[Those eyes narrow, and while his grip loosens slightly, Hythlodaeus is still firmly within his grasp. Perhaps that tender love is getting to him...]
That was too far.
[He says this, but his big fucking boner seems to say it was just far enough!]
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[He squirms his arms out of that clawed grasp, reaching out to touch his mask.]
It’s so fun to tease you… To get these big reactions out of you.
[Hythlodaeus sighs with a little smile. He’s conflicted, certainly. He wants all the vim and vigor of the full brunt of his anger, but part of him knows that Hades probably would prefer if he treated him with a little more gentleness in light of everything. Well, too bad. This was a delicate push and pull right now. Keeping him irritated, but soothing enough of his wounds.]
After all, like this, I know all of your thoughts are only about me.
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Hythlodaeus,
Perhaps this will settle better than a cake, yes? These binds will entirely disable any magic. They require express consent to activate, so there is no danger of them falling into the wrong hands. I thought you may like a set for yourself. I'm sure you'll find some use for them.
-Byleth E.
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Dear Byleth,
Thank you for such a thoughtful gift. I will be sure to make use of them soon. I am impressed with the shrewdness of the mind that could come up with such a wondrous object.
Yours,
Hythlodaeus
[This note is brought to Byleth in an enormous folded piece of paper with his name scrawled on front and carried in the mouth of the terrier sized Ambystoma all the way back to Byleth. By the time Byleth gets it, the center fold of the paper is soaked through.]
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I would like to say. I intend to court you. I would like it quite a bit if perhaps you would afford me some of your personal time, as I would desire to kiss you on the mouth.
I think you are very beautiful, and fun to talk to.
Thank you for your time.
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[Hythlodaeus, on the other hand, went out to the garden to fuss with herbs. He picks up the line to receive one of the most earnest and awkward things he's ever heard in his life. Hythlodaeus waits a beat, holding eye contact, to see what he'll do next.]
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text; during the dtf mingle
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Now he isn't so sure.
Which is why he makes his way to Hythlodaeus as he's cozied up in the living room, likely napping or close to it. Hades sits on the adjacent lounge, watching him for a few moments, before he speaks. His voice is softer than normal, but there's also an urgency that makes it difficult to ignore.]
Hythlodaeus, I must needs speak with you. It is about Byleth.
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What's the matter? Is he caught in the drain again?
[He honestly sort of hopes it is, though he knows his near dreamlike idea is very unlikely. The idea of speaking about Byleth makes him sort of irritable. It isn't that he doesn't like him, but he doesn't like him around all the time.]
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[Don't get him off track, Hythlodaeus!
He shakes his head, leveling a stern expression at him, yet there's still something soft in his eyes. Concern behind them.]
Nay, this concerns your feelings about him—and myself, I suppose. Will you speak with me on this matter?
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The subject is regarding Azem.
You see, in one of those other worlds I saw... I was in the same position as Obsidian. Emet-Selch told me that it made sense, that in another life, I'd have been a shard of Azem. You were both friends with them, right?
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if canon comes to correct me again I'll eat my shoes
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happy valentine's fray.