[ 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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[ 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.