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.
[He's excited to try whatever Phainon makes, honestly.]
I will watch from here, then.
[Though if there is a pause in the making of the food that doesn't involve Phainon holding a knife or anything else risky, he will saunter over to stand behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.]
[Chuckling, he remains in Phainon's space until the food is ready. He mostly just stands there, peering over his friend's shoulder, but occasionally he presses a kiss to his neck. He's less used to people being so good-natured about his shenanigans, but it's not a bad thing.]
Oh, are you finished?
[Letting go, he grins as if he hadn't been an inconvenience the entire time.]
[ Each kiss makes his cheek warm, but he's hardly complaining. Hythlodaeus feels nice against him, strange as it is to feel small in someone else's arms, and his neck feels flushed with the way it heats him. ]
I am.
[ Gathering their plates, he motions back to the sofa. ]
[Hythlodaeus sits himself down and soon begins to dig in. He was hungrier than he realised, but he still savours the food as best as he can. Phainon went through the trouble of cooking it, the least he can do is appreciate it properly.]
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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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[He giggles, but... fine, fine, he won't be an awful gremlin. Probably.]
Quite, aye. What did you have in mind?
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[ Looking at his ingredients, he crosses his arms. ]
Eggs, some honey, yoghurt, some bread... I could make something simple, from home?
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[He's excited to try whatever Phainon makes, honestly.]
I will watch from here, then.
[Though if there is a pause in the making of the food that doesn't involve Phainon holding a knife or anything else risky, he will saunter over to stand behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.]
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Slowly, his head turns, eyebrows raising just a little. ]
Is this your version of observation, Hythlodaeus?
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[He grins, and presses a kiss to the back of Phainon's neck.]
Or am I distracting you?
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[ But, at least, he laughs. ]
I'll manage. I can't let my guest go hungry.
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Oh, are you finished?
[Letting go, he grins as if he hadn't been an inconvenience the entire time.]
My thanks, friend. I do appreciate it.
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I am.
[ Gathering their plates, he motions back to the sofa. ]
Sit, we can eat together.
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What is this, by the by? It's wonderful.
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