Rude. [he says, soft, teasing.] I allow you into my house and you insult me thus. I see how it is.
[but he's not offended, and he doesn't mind. in fact, slowly, he curls a little closer, wrapping his arms around vax from behind and burying his face against vax's neck. he gives him the room to finish what he's doing with the tub, but he doesn't want to give up the little amount of physical contact he still has. he didn't realize how much he missed it until it was gone.]
[ this is fine. the wings at his back seem to meld a little closer to his form and drape downwards as hyth comes to wrap around him, making space for him to get as comfortable and close as he likes. truthfully, he's not the only one who misses this - human contact for vax'ildan was limited the moment he stepped over the threshhold of shadowfell, and even a millennia later, he still isn't used to it. it's better now than it was before, but before, hyth and hades were a major part of keeping vax'ildan anchored, so he's glad to return the favor.
it's just rote, now - finding the taps, turning the water hot and warm, reaching for where the soaps used to always be and tossing one that smells particularly good into the bathtub with his free hand, the other resting easily on hyth's wrist. hythlodaeus can likely feel him laugh more than hear it, the noise soft and rumbly as he quips back, ] Will you listen?
[ but it's just as teasing, as he moves without much effort to squirm around to face hyth, tapping him gently on the chest and then moving to undo his robes while steam starts to waft up behind him. ]
Clothes, off. Come on. Get mine if you'll make me do yours, lazy.
[a little laugh, soft and musical, pressed against vax's neck.]
Perhaps. [it's the most life he's had in his voice yet. he likes the sound of vax's laughter. he likes this. something familiar to hold onto, the teasing back and forth.
when he's tapped, he lets go entirely, taking a deep breath. clothes off, vax says, and hythlodaeus pauses, allowing for vax to remove his robes. he reaches for vax's clothes as well, tugging, but then stops, and takes his hand instead.
carefully, he brings vax's hand up to the mask on his face. that can come off too, finally, if vax would like to remove it.]
well. there's something about this that's a little ironic - it brings back a memory of a millenia ago, standing in a dark residuum factory as his sister saved percy's life with a little kindness. it ripples a soft feeling of fondness through him, mouth curling up in a small, soft smile, as he carefully gets his fingertips underneath the mask, to pull it up and over his face, standing up tall and straight as it comes free and staying close by to take in the sight, and -
... vax exhales a breath he didn't really know he was holding. ]
... There. [ it comes with a little huff - he reaches up to cup his cheek for a moment now that it's bared, drinking in the sight of the familiar face of a friend with an easy, unhidden warmth in his voice, on his face. ] Long time no see, Hyth.
he's more tired than he used to be. there are circles under his eyes, and a weariness in his eyes that didn't used to be there, but he's here, and he's present. vax cups his cheek, and hythlodaeus manages a smile for him, small, but genuine. he rests a hand on vax's arm - not to push him away, but to brace him. show a little gratitude.]
Long time no see. [he repeats softly, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.] Thank you.
[for a lot of things, but mostly for pulling him out of the dark.]
[ that's relieving, to see the genuineness of that smile. vax returns it in kind without even really thinking about it, some of the worry wound around his heart starting to loosen as he comes closer. it's still hyth, indeed - kind, playful, sometimes actually kind of terrifying gremlin that vax came to know in the years after his time in the prism. he might be miserable, and he might be exhausted, but he's still there.
eyes closed, vax stays quiet for a long moment, and thinks to himself - i'm trying, hades. it's not like vax can do as much as he's sure hades would want. (if he had a way, he imagines he would've long since been here, fixing all of this with an unbelievable amount of complaining and a snap of his fingers, but reality isn't that kind, in the way it's not kind enough to let vax see keyleth, either.) he can't save hyth from this mess or his responsibilities or the sadness that seems to weigh him down, but... at least he can do this. at least he can try. ]
Course. [ really, hyth doesn't have to thank him, but. it's for more than just taking off his clothes, and vax knows it, so. his thumb strokes briefly over his cheek now that he's got it, and he pulls back only after the quiet settles, relishing in the contact, letting the affection and the words sink in, as he often has with such an important gesture.
he then leans in and smooches the tip of hyth's nose and steps out of the way, making a wide gesture at the tub, which is now pretty much full and smells amazing. ] In you go.
[ and then goes to set the mask down on a small table to the side. time for a metaphorical brain steam clean!! ]
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Rude. [he says, soft, teasing.] I allow you into my house and you insult me thus. I see how it is.
[but he's not offended, and he doesn't mind. in fact, slowly, he curls a little closer, wrapping his arms around vax from behind and burying his face against vax's neck. he gives him the room to finish what he's doing with the tub, but he doesn't want to give up the little amount of physical contact he still has. he didn't realize how much he missed it until it was gone.]
Direct me as necessary.
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it's just rote, now - finding the taps, turning the water hot and warm, reaching for where the soaps used to always be and tossing one that smells particularly good into the bathtub with his free hand, the other resting easily on hyth's wrist. hythlodaeus can likely feel him laugh more than hear it, the noise soft and rumbly as he quips back, ] Will you listen?
[ but it's just as teasing, as he moves without much effort to squirm around to face hyth, tapping him gently on the chest and then moving to undo his robes while steam starts to waft up behind him. ]
Clothes, off. Come on. Get mine if you'll make me do yours, lazy.
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Perhaps. [it's the most life he's had in his voice yet. he likes the sound of vax's laughter. he likes this. something familiar to hold onto, the teasing back and forth.
when he's tapped, he lets go entirely, taking a deep breath. clothes off, vax says, and hythlodaeus pauses, allowing for vax to remove his robes. he reaches for vax's clothes as well, tugging, but then stops, and takes his hand instead.
carefully, he brings vax's hand up to the mask on his face. that can come off too, finally, if vax would like to remove it.]
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well. there's something about this that's a little ironic - it brings back a memory of a millenia ago, standing in a dark residuum factory as his sister saved percy's life with a little kindness. it ripples a soft feeling of fondness through him, mouth curling up in a small, soft smile, as he carefully gets his fingertips underneath the mask, to pull it up and over his face, standing up tall and straight as it comes free and staying close by to take in the sight, and -
... vax exhales a breath he didn't really know he was holding. ]
... There. [ it comes with a little huff - he reaches up to cup his cheek for a moment now that it's bared, drinking in the sight of the familiar face of a friend with an easy, unhidden warmth in his voice, on his face. ] Long time no see, Hyth.
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he's more tired than he used to be. there are circles under his eyes, and a weariness in his eyes that didn't used to be there, but he's here, and he's present. vax cups his cheek, and hythlodaeus manages a smile for him, small, but genuine. he rests a hand on vax's arm - not to push him away, but to brace him. show a little gratitude.]
Long time no see. [he repeats softly, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.] Thank you.
[for a lot of things, but mostly for pulling him out of the dark.]
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eyes closed, vax stays quiet for a long moment, and thinks to himself - i'm trying, hades. it's not like vax can do as much as he's sure hades would want. (if he had a way, he imagines he would've long since been here, fixing all of this with an unbelievable amount of complaining and a snap of his fingers, but reality isn't that kind, in the way it's not kind enough to let vax see keyleth, either.) he can't save hyth from this mess or his responsibilities or the sadness that seems to weigh him down, but... at least he can do this. at least he can try. ]
Course. [ really, hyth doesn't have to thank him, but. it's for more than just taking off his clothes, and vax knows it, so. his thumb strokes briefly over his cheek now that he's got it, and he pulls back only after the quiet settles, relishing in the contact, letting the affection and the words sink in, as he often has with such an important gesture.
he then leans in and smooches the tip of hyth's nose and steps out of the way, making a wide gesture at the tub, which is now pretty much full and smells amazing. ] In you go.
[ and then goes to set the mask down on a small table to the side. time for a metaphorical brain steam clean!! ]