[ One long, damp ear twitches. Several ideas spring to mind right away; given the tools and the time, Viktor thinks he could quite handily make himself a more delectable (or intolerable, depending on his mood) sort of bother. Were he greedier, he might plot it, but that's a project for another time. A time when his muscles don't feel like so much stretched taffy, when a warm bath, mulled wine, and Hades's embrace aren't the most satisfying things in the world -- as though that were a thing that could ever come to pass.
Viktor's fingers skim the outer shell of Emet-Selch's ear while he speaks, pointer finger down and around, then middle finger back up, repeating the process again and again, thoughtless repetition. ]
Well. I hope you can settle for a world where we can sleep a dozen hours, then wake, s-see to things for a bit, and sleep a dozen more. That's the one I've been working toward, at least. And 'twould be a pain in my arse to change plans n-now.
[ A soft snicker escapes him at the feel of Hades's teeth on his skin again. In the next breath, Emet-Selch, of course, effortlessly pinpoints what has always been the heart of Viktor's fears, but when Viktor looks at it now, that everpresent threat of abandonment doesn't loom quite so large. When he watches Hades rise up partway to grab soap, he cannot help but note just how absent that worry is. No, where biting cold should be, there is only certainty - that there will always be love between them, that Hades will ever answer, should he call. ]
Aye. I know. But even the strapping lads that worked Limsa's docks like a sweet word and a bit of care from time to time, you know. I do not coddle you, because you do not n-need to be coddled. [ He reaches for Emet-Selch's hand as he stretches, fingers closing around his wrist. ] Let me.
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Viktor's fingers skim the outer shell of Emet-Selch's ear while he speaks, pointer finger down and around, then middle finger back up, repeating the process again and again, thoughtless repetition. ]
Well. I hope you can settle for a world where we can sleep a dozen hours, then wake, s-see to things for a bit, and sleep a dozen more. That's the one I've been working toward, at least. And 'twould be a pain in my arse to change plans n-now.
[ A soft snicker escapes him at the feel of Hades's teeth on his skin again. In the next breath, Emet-Selch, of course, effortlessly pinpoints what has always been the heart of Viktor's fears, but when Viktor looks at it now, that everpresent threat of abandonment doesn't loom quite so large. When he watches Hades rise up partway to grab soap, he cannot help but note just how absent that worry is. No, where biting cold should be, there is only certainty - that there will always be love between them, that Hades will ever answer, should he call. ]
Aye. I know. But even the strapping lads that worked Limsa's docks like a sweet word and a bit of care from time to time, you know. I do not coddle you, because you do not n-need to be coddled. [ He reaches for Emet-Selch's hand as he stretches, fingers closing around his wrist. ] Let me.