[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.]
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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.]