[ She nodded at the suggestion she simply wanted to share the substance with him and we'll, that's not wrong in the least. She does rinse it off him after grabbing a cloth to gently rub it away if only so she could press herself close and they wouldn't get glued together. ]
I had a dream about you and Hades while I was away. Just us drinking together, teasing Hades.
It felt odd at first, but it... Wasn't by the end. It was very good. Felt bittersweet upon waking up.
[ Her ear is pressed against his left pectoral and she listens to his heart as she considers to how to explain her dream. ]
It felt like it was before anything started and I was intruding, even though I wanted to belong there, with both of you.
When I got up to make my once usual escape, one of you pulled me into the couch and asked me where I was going when I just got back. And found myself smothered in affection, drowning both of you. Woke up longing for home.
Had it a few times, a few variations, but I always got pulled back in before I could leave. Always reminded of where I belong.
[ She didn't mean Amaurot when she said home either, she meant them.
Helios slowly pulled her head back from his chest and shifted to face away from him and between his legs, her head tilting back so she could meet his gaze. ]
Wash my hair? I've longed for it. I get irritated at doing it myself.
[ And be busies himself doing just that, gently and thoroughly, and the smile returns to his face and his voice before he responds to her words about the dream. Dreams. ]
You know that I would not wish to change how you are, don't you? That I'd never try to stop you from leaving. But I do want you to know that I am happier when you are close, and you will be always welcome here. With me, with us. No matter how long you may stay away, or why you leave.
[ And she truly does. But the moment his hands are in her hair, against her scalp? She's shivering, relaxing and nearly melting there. There are few things that she likes more than Hythlodaeus washing her hair and that is why it infuriates her to wash her own. ]
You're so good at this. [ She purrs, whining just a little because she's envious of it. ] Feels so divine.
[ It is all right, whenever she is near, he will do this, without hesitation. There may be a bell or two delay if he's actually busy-busy at work, but no more than that. ]
I am glad. [ The joy and contentment is just about matching hers. ] I like doing it, too.
[ She's loathed to do it herself, but there are instances where coming home to Hythlodaeus first is not doable. If she's injured enough - she'll go straight to Hades and let him fuss first before curling herself into his lap (or on the couch in his office, should he be truly in a tizzy) and napping there. Or just the previous scenario after a shower alone should Hythlodaeus be also busier than normal.
He wasn't, though, this time and she was so glad for it. The small woman shudders and purrs over the attention and she knows that one of the few things better than Hythlodaeus washing her hair was being able to wash his hair. She had patience for that, funnily enough, but not for herself.
But, as she had mentioned before, she jumps as his fingers - as gentle as they are - combed over the injury she had on her head and she gets irritated at it's existence because it was ruining an otherwise exceptional way to calm down after returning home. ]
Ow. [ She hisses, though she doesn't go to stop his hands from continuing. ] That's where I was talking about.
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I had a dream about you and Hades while I was away. Just us drinking together, teasing Hades.
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He hums, just holding her close after she is done - when she is ready for hair washing, she'll let him know - at her words. ]
A good dream?
[ Because dreams can be strange, sometimes. Something that should be nice feels ominous, and something that should be frightening is soothing. ]
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[ Her ear is pressed against his left pectoral and she listens to his heart as she considers to how to explain her dream. ]
It felt like it was before anything started and I was intruding, even though I wanted to belong there, with both of you.
When I got up to make my once usual escape, one of you pulled me into the couch and asked me where I was going when I just got back. And found myself smothered in affection, drowning both of you. Woke up longing for home.
Had it a few times, a few variations, but I always got pulled back in before I could leave. Always reminded of where I belong.
[ She didn't mean Amaurot when she said home either, she meant them.
Helios slowly pulled her head back from his chest and shifted to face away from him and between his legs, her head tilting back so she could meet his gaze. ]
Wash my hair? I've longed for it. I get irritated at doing it myself.
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[ And be busies himself doing just that, gently and thoroughly, and the smile returns to his face and his voice before he responds to her words about the dream. Dreams. ]
You know that I would not wish to change how you are, don't you? That I'd never try to stop you from leaving. But I do want you to know that I am happier when you are close, and you will be always welcome here. With me, with us. No matter how long you may stay away, or why you leave.
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[ And she truly does. But the moment his hands are in her hair, against her scalp? She's shivering, relaxing and nearly melting there. There are few things that she likes more than Hythlodaeus washing her hair and that is why it infuriates her to wash her own. ]
You're so good at this. [ She purrs, whining just a little because she's envious of it. ] Feels so divine.
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I am glad. [ The joy and contentment is just about matching hers. ] I like doing it, too.
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He wasn't, though, this time and she was so glad for it. The small woman shudders and purrs over the attention and she knows that one of the few things better than Hythlodaeus washing her hair was being able to wash his hair. She had patience for that, funnily enough, but not for herself.
But, as she had mentioned before, she jumps as his fingers - as gentle as they are - combed over the injury she had on her head and she gets irritated at it's existence because it was ruining an otherwise exceptional way to calm down after returning home. ]
Ow. [ She hisses, though she doesn't go to stop his hands from continuing. ] That's where I was talking about.