[As much as the other two intrigue him, he'd rather get to know Phainon better whilst chatting with him. He turns into him slightly, smiling against his hair.]
I can hardly be more specific when I don't know anything about you. Ah, but I want to know you. So, tell me a story about yourself that is close to your heart, perhaps.
[Surely Phainon has something like that up his sleeve?]
[ Hythlodaeus asks, and it should be simple, but it's hard to admit to the things close to him when so much of it is clouded by guilt, sadness and grief. He feels almost sheepish with it, not having something that springs to mind immediately. ]
Shall I tell you of my first meeting with Mydeimos?
[ And Phainon goes on to explain it gently; how he joined Okhema's legions and trained constantly, and then he and Mydeimos came across one another. That the two of them fought without pause for ten days and ten nights, and how thrilled he had been at the sheer excitement of it.
[Hythlodaeus laughs at the absurdity of fighting for ten days and nights- it would be unheard of, where he comes from. And yet, he can see it now.]
Rivals to close friends, hmm? Heheh... thank you for sharing. I am not much of a fighter myself, or else I may have offered to spar with you... alas, you would surely defeat me within mere moments!
[His talents lie within magicks and archery, neither of which he can really show off here.]
I've always been the type to ah, remain away from the excitement of combat. I prefer the bow and arrow to fists, you see. And yet, you make it sound very compelling all the same. I did not consider that sparring could be a bonding exercise.
I should like to see you in action. I will gladly accept your proposal.
[Hythlodaeus thinks he could learn a lot from Phainon. Given the intimate nature of their chat, his other sight works. The soul he beholds is blinding- ancient and beautiful, yet it also seems like it's less one soul and mostly blinding because it's made up of millions of individual souls.]
Intriguing... I have never seen a soul that looks quite like yours.
[ The hand softens him, the tension settling, before he breathes out. He doesn't want to look at Hythlodaeus as he talks about it, the weight of grief too heavy. ]
[Reaching out with his other hand, he trails his fingers over Phainon's cheek.]
We need not speak of it. Forgive me.
[He wonders if it's better to ask before looking at souls, here? And yet, his second sight is an integral part of himself that he switches to automatically sometimes. Especially during moments of passion.]
[For some reason, Phainon praising his abilities like that makes him feel slightly awkward- not in a terrible way, but he doesn't know how to deal with it, really.]
May I linger in the kitchen while you do so? I'd like to watch you work.
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[ Any of them could be good, he supposes. ]
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[As much as the other two intrigue him, he'd rather get to know Phainon better whilst chatting with him. He turns into him slightly, smiling against his hair.]
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[ He laughs, sheepish, as if there's absolutely nothing special about him at all. ]
You may need to be more specific.
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[Surely Phainon has something like that up his sleeve?]
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[ Hythlodaeus asks, and it should be simple, but it's hard to admit to the things close to him when so much of it is clouded by guilt, sadness and grief. He feels almost sheepish with it, not having something that springs to mind immediately. ]
Shall I tell you of my first meeting with Mydeimos?
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[He squeezes Phainon's hand, encouraging.]
And I am sure that it is close to your heart, too.
[Just like Hythlodaeus' first meeting with Hades is.]
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[ And Phainon goes on to explain it gently; how he joined Okhema's legions and trained constantly, and then he and Mydeimos came across one another. That the two of them fought without pause for ten days and ten nights, and how thrilled he had been at the sheer excitement of it.
He sounds so nostalgic. ]
We were rivals for some time after that!
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Rivals to close friends, hmm? Heheh... thank you for sharing. I am not much of a fighter myself, or else I may have offered to spar with you... alas, you would surely defeat me within mere moments!
[His talents lie within magicks and archery, neither of which he can really show off here.]
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Is it something you'd like to learn? I wouldn't mind doing the work with you.
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[He shifts to face Phainon more, smiling wide.]
I've always been the type to ah, remain away from the excitement of combat. I prefer the bow and arrow to fists, you see. And yet, you make it sound very compelling all the same. I did not consider that sparring could be a bonding exercise.
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[ Mydeimos had once commented that Phainon enjoyed fighting because it shut his mind down of all his other concerns, and he wasn't wrong. ]
Not that I think you have any problems with your figure!
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[He giggles, leaning in for a brief kiss.]
I should like to see you in action. I will gladly accept your proposal.
[Hythlodaeus thinks he could learn a lot from Phainon. Given the intimate nature of their chat, his other sight works. The soul he beholds is blinding- ancient and beautiful, yet it also seems like it's less one soul and mostly blinding because it's made up of millions of individual souls.]
Intriguing... I have never seen a soul that looks quite like yours.
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[ Phainon tenses, ever so slightly, his eyes darting over Hythlodaeus' face before he turns away, jaw a little tighter. ]
... You can see them?
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[He notes the sudden tension, and places a hand on Phainon's shoulder.]
It's almost as if you have millions of souls at once...
[Hythlodaeus isn't sure how that can even happen, but perhaps that is part of the beauty of this place. He can see things he's never seen before.]
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[ The hand softens him, the tension settling, before he breathes out. He doesn't want to look at Hythlodaeus as he talks about it, the weight of grief too heavy. ]
That is not a happy story.
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[Reaching out with his other hand, he trails his fingers over Phainon's cheek.]
We need not speak of it. Forgive me.
[He wonders if it's better to ask before looking at souls, here? And yet, his second sight is an integral part of himself that he switches to automatically sometimes. Especially during moments of passion.]
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[ Phainon turns into the touch, expression softening. ]
You couldn't have known.
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[It had been less comforting during the Final Days, but that's something he'd rather not mention.]
I will remember your soul. Do not be surprised if I appear in the future expecting more than just breakfast and sunrise.
[Trying to break the tension, he grins.]
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[ Phainon cannot imagine what it would be like to peer at a soul, to see someone so intimately. It feels overwhelming. ]
I will have to try to live up to those, won't I?
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[A fact which he's still somewhat pleased about.]
Did we ever decide on what we were having for breakfast, by the by?
[He chuckles- it seems they got thoroughly distracted.]
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[ Leaning in, he kisses his cheek absently. ]
Hot or cold, and I'll go and make it.
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[For some reason, Phainon praising his abilities like that makes him feel slightly awkward- not in a terrible way, but he doesn't know how to deal with it, really.]
May I linger in the kitchen while you do so? I'd like to watch you work.
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[ Grinning, he slips out of Hythlodaeus' grasp, heading back towards the kitchen. ]
Especially if I can keep my eyes on the blush I've been promised.
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Whatever I like?
[It's dangerous to say such things to Hythlodaeus, but Phainon clearly doesn't know that yet. He simply leans against a counter for now, though.]
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[ He gathers some ingredients, beginning to lay them out - simple, easy fare, but hopefully filling. ]
Are you very hungry?
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