otherwordly.

[mllememe]

THE OTHERWORDLY MEME
Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.


How to play -

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)
2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body. (It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.)
3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

Comments

nooo I love it too much

[sharpeyes]

[ This is better than hurting, than mourning before the time for mourning has come. And definitely better than brooding, which they can both be prone to - in very different ways.

Hythlodaeus licks his lips, eyes fixed on Hades, then unfolds to sit as directed, attention unwavering even as his mouth curves up. ]

What is there to be cautious about. What you will give, I can take.

[amaurotine]

[Hades expels a sigh, as much to steady himself as to express his (entirely mild, and in fact close to non-existent) exasperation. He leans forward, his arms working to free Hythlodaeus from what little remains of his robes, allowing them to drop into an untidy pile over the edge of the couch. He fixes those unwavering eyes with what just might be the beginnings of a smirk, something self-assured and mildly taunting.]

If I didn't know you any better, Hythlodaeus, I might be inclined to think you are challenging me.

[He watches, to see how he reacts, even as he begins speaking again,.]

What, then, should I give to you first? Perhaps you'd like it if I laid my hands all over you?

[A pause.]

Or maybe you'd prefer it if I pushed you onto your back and pried you open, slowly, until you beg me to finish it.

Or. Mayhap your mind is straying to something even more dangerous. Perhaps, something involving magick?

[There's any number of ways to go about this, truly. He's merely gauging Hythlodaeus' interest to decide which of these avenues is most worth pursuing at the moment.]

[sharpeyes]

[ ... honestly, it was more a permission than a challenge, but now that Hades has brought up a challenge, Hythlodaeus will absolutely smirk because oh, it can be. ]

Why choose only one? You could put your magic on me while you pry me open slowly until even I lose coherence. Or... hm, no. AfterI'm back to this world, I can see how close I can get you to such state, in turn.

[ He leans towards Hades to claim another kiss, long and deep. ]

How does this suit?

[amaurotine]

[The kiss or the suggestions? Both suit him equally well. Hades grasps at the other's arms (carefully, and without too much force) and makes to press him back against the plush sofa even before the kiss is fully broken. There's no hiding the faint splash of color across Hades' face, nor the desire that darkens his eyes as he traces a hand along Hythlodaeus' bared form.]

Though at first listen your suggestions do indeed sound acceptable... it would be careless of me to reach a conclusion without thoroughly reviewing them first.

[Think that he can't have you snapping like a bowstring beneath him, Hythlodaeus? That certainly sounded like a challenge if he's ever heard one, and he wastes no time dipping his head to lavish that skin with even more attention.]

[As for magicks, however, even Hades must be careful. And so he is, as a snap of his fingers conjures a simple illusion. The room disappears around them, replaced by the Amaurotine skyline in all its splendor, vivid with the colors of twilight - back when everything was peaceful, beautiful, perfect. Call him sentimental, but would that he could truly take Hythlodaeus back to that place and never again pull back the curtain on the truth.]

[sharpeyes]

Oh, please, review at your leisure. I am at your disposal.

[ Heating up and loving, his voice is still just a little teasing, responding to the statement in kind.

He looks at Hades - at his face, at his aether - with rapt attention as he weaves the enchantment, but thin his eyes widen, lips parting slightly. His neck cranes up a little, his eyes taking in the illusion, then blinking away the slight sting.

He will ever call his friend sentimental. But that is not in any way a complaint. ]

Hades. [ His gaze focuses on the man who's making it true, ish, around him, once again. ] Thank you.

[amaurotine]

Just don't blame me should there be nothing left once I've finished with you.

[And it shall be quite a thorough review at that. How many times before has he seen Hythlodaeus thus? Certainly more times than can reasonably be counted, but here he lingers, both hands working independently to memorize each curve, each bend, each minute reaction. He's slow, and he's gentle, because anything else would seem a disservice to the man who's remained by his side all this time.]

[Lightly do his lips brush the long line of his throat, languidly does his broad tongue coax one nipple and then the other to taut alertness, and gradually, eventually, do his fingers descend between those soft thighs to tease along the length of him.]

So do spare me your thanks until the end.