[ A soft snicker breathed into the pillow he's not quite ready to leave. Viktor reaches for Emet-Selch as he rolls out of bed, not to stop him, only to maintain contact for a few moments longer. He thinks to steal a few extra seconds beneath rumpled blankets, but with the body beside him gone, the warmth loses its appeal. ]
I am afraid you must now consider exactly why I find yours- [ Finally, Viktor climbs out of bed, draws his robe back up on his shoulders and ties it closed as he crosses the room. ] -so exciting.
[ Breakfast is waiting just outside the room, a kettle and covered platter sat on a gaudy rolling cart. Viktor catches a glimpse of the maid from earlier and two of her compatriots standing inconspicuously as theyu can down the far end of the hall, watching for him. Of course he smiles, waves, a wiggle of his fingers, which earns a round of bright giggles from the young women.
He chuckles to himself as he rolls the cart in, stopping to watch Hades wash his face. Remarkably slow moving, this morning. Too much wine the night before, perhaps. Before he sets to pouring tea and assembling plates, Viktor meanders over to the wash basin to flatted a palm against Hades's back and rub his shoulders. With the contact, he offers up a glancing brush of cool aether, healing magic to alleviate some of the aches and pains of too much indulgence the night before.
He settles in at the room's single round table, setting plates and cups and kettle out, and stares up at Emet-Selch. ]
I thought you were g-going to w-wait t-
[ Viktor does not bother to finish the thought. Predictably, he receives the news with a stilled, neutral expression, while his rebellious ears ease back, lopping down against the wild spiral mess of his slept on curls, evidence of his hurting heart. ]
Like Gaia. [ he murmurs. Young, like Gaia. Lost, like Gaia. Worth saving, like Gaia. ] What do you intend to d-do?
no subject
[ A soft snicker breathed into the pillow he's not quite ready to leave. Viktor reaches for Emet-Selch as he rolls out of bed, not to stop him, only to maintain contact for a few moments longer. He thinks to steal a few extra seconds beneath rumpled blankets, but with the body beside him gone, the warmth loses its appeal. ]
I am afraid you must now consider exactly why I find yours- [ Finally, Viktor climbs out of bed, draws his robe back up on his shoulders and ties it closed as he crosses the room. ] -so exciting.
[ Breakfast is waiting just outside the room, a kettle and covered platter sat on a gaudy rolling cart. Viktor catches a glimpse of the maid from earlier and two of her compatriots standing inconspicuously as theyu can down the far end of the hall, watching for him. Of course he smiles, waves, a wiggle of his fingers, which earns a round of bright giggles from the young women.
He chuckles to himself as he rolls the cart in, stopping to watch Hades wash his face. Remarkably slow moving, this morning. Too much wine the night before, perhaps. Before he sets to pouring tea and assembling plates, Viktor meanders over to the wash basin to flatted a palm against Hades's back and rub his shoulders. With the contact, he offers up a glancing brush of cool aether, healing magic to alleviate some of the aches and pains of too much indulgence the night before.
He settles in at the room's single round table, setting plates and cups and kettle out, and stares up at Emet-Selch. ]
I thought you were g-going to w-wait t-
[ Viktor does not bother to finish the thought. Predictably, he receives the news with a stilled, neutral expression, while his rebellious ears ease back, lopping down against the wild spiral mess of his slept on curls, evidence of his hurting heart. ]
Like Gaia. [ he murmurs. Young, like Gaia. Lost, like Gaia. Worth saving, like Gaia. ] What do you intend to d-do?