[Hythlodaeus is able to stand, at least. He surveys the slime and steadies himself as he begins to evaporate it into thin air. As fun as the slime was, it easily overstays its welcome.]
[There's no way he can actually just lift Emet-Selch with only his own muscles, but if he were to imbue himself with a little magic, he may be able to succeed. He places an arm around his shoulders and under his knees, lifting carefully as he moves his poor, spent lover. They must look absurd, he thinks, as he brings him just a few steps over into their shared bed to set him down. Hythlodaeus falls in after him, noting that all the commands his mind gives his body still feel oddly mapped.]
There we are. All... tucked in. [He sighs as he struggles without the enchantment to pull the bedding out from under him to do as he's saying.]
[As much as he should try to stay limp, part of him automatically attempts to assist Hythlodaeus with this endeavor of moving him. An instinctual response, knowing that Hythlodaeus is less thancapable of moving him on his own most the time.
The thing is, he's much too tired, much too spent, and so what is meant to be assistance is useless, vague movement of his arms and hands that amount to nothing in the end. He's impressed that he finds himself on the bed at all, though a small part of his mind cringes at the fact his messy body (even if Hythlodaeus did dissipate the slime) is touching the fabric.
Too tired to do anything about it, he just lets Hythlodaeus wrestle the blanket free from under him, and settles into trying to fall asleep. Though not before willing a tentative and shaky arm to move so that he might capture Hythlodaeus' hand in his.
He murmurs something against the pillow, something that sounds oddly like:]
Lobe brew...
[Whatever that means! A mystery for another time, because a moment later his breathing has slowed and deepened. He's asleep.]
[Hythlodaeus laughs and grins at that little bid of affection. Of course he knows that they are in good standing, but he always likes to hear it after a particularly vigorous boundary pushing. He finger combs a lock of Emet-Selch's hair as he readies himself to rest as well. ]
[He's pleased with himself, of course. A satisfying end to a messy lay. Surely they will need to change the bedsheets, but that is a last for the morning. Even the small amount of magic he's used has him feeling spent. He curls up and joins Emet-Selch in his dreams soon after.]
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[There's no way he can actually just lift Emet-Selch with only his own muscles, but if he were to imbue himself with a little magic, he may be able to succeed. He places an arm around his shoulders and under his knees, lifting carefully as he moves his poor, spent lover. They must look absurd, he thinks, as he brings him just a few steps over into their shared bed to set him down. Hythlodaeus falls in after him, noting that all the commands his mind gives his body still feel oddly mapped.]
There we are. All... tucked in. [He sighs as he struggles without the enchantment to pull the bedding out from under him to do as he's saying.]
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The thing is, he's much too tired, much too spent, and so what is meant to be assistance is useless, vague movement of his arms and hands that amount to nothing in the end. He's impressed that he finds himself on the bed at all, though a small part of his mind cringes at the fact his messy body (even if Hythlodaeus did dissipate the slime) is touching the fabric.
Too tired to do anything about it, he just lets Hythlodaeus wrestle the blanket free from under him, and settles into trying to fall asleep. Though not before willing a tentative and shaky arm to move so that he might capture Hythlodaeus' hand in his.
He murmurs something against the pillow, something that sounds oddly like:]
Lobe brew...
[Whatever that means! A mystery for another time, because a moment later his breathing has slowed and deepened. He's asleep.]
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[He's pleased with himself, of course. A satisfying end to a messy lay. Surely they will need to change the bedsheets, but that is a last for the morning. Even the small amount of magic he's used has him feeling spent. He curls up and joins Emet-Selch in his dreams soon after.]