[ He sounds like he's in disbelief. Honestly, yeah. He can see it. He has a spray bottle and spritzes some water on Hythlo's hair before attempting to brush through it more. ]
[With that, he stands up to lean over and take his tomestone, then pass it over to Hien. The movement may or may not have ruined at least some of Hien's attempts at brushing. The weird magic phone may or may not also be incomprehensible to use.]
[ It didn't ruin too much since Hythlo's hair is already tied, but when he grabs the phone and looks down at it, he tries to figure out how it works. It's just like any other phone, right?
...
This isn't working. He hands it back to him. ]
At the risk of sounding even older than I already am, I don't know how to use this phone. Can you tell me how I can get to the camera function?
How old are you, Hien? Old enough to be my grandfather?
[Hythlo chuckles as he takes the phone, and... seemingly does nothing with it, but the screen lights up, blinks, switches to what appears to be camera mode. The most Hythlo is doing is tilt his hand vaguely to make the things happen.]
Here. You simply need to... well, direct it there. I wonder why...
[He pauses, then turns around to look at Hien. Then hums, pursing his lips.]
...Huh. Now that I think of it, 'tis possible you would have simply broken it.
[He wiggles the phone in his hand by way of explanation.]
Most our devices depend on aether manipulation, you see? Mayhaps one could call it telepathy, though 'tis not so much transferring one's thoughts as... well, one's energy. And yours would be much too much, see?
Ah, and there go my hopes of getting you something for your nameyear! I shall have to make do with random gifts, then. But as to the tomestone...
[He twirls it in his hand some more, and this time a new overlay appears over the screen.]
As I said, aether is the living energy of any being. But, as it appears, it varies. We, the original inhabitants of our world, have rather dense souls - if what Rhel and Joscelaint tell me is true, ten-and-four-fold that of regular beings. So, for the sake of analogy, an inhabitant of this city would be as a candle. Myself, a bonfire. But due to your task as an Overseer... You, dear Hien, are the sun.
[He grins.]
'Tis a good thing I do not feel that way about you, hmm? That could have been dangerous!
[What does he mean by that. You don't know. The cryptid is strong tonight.]
[ Hien was about to say so many things in response, but they all die out before they leave his mouth when Hythlo says that last bit. He honestly wouldn't have thought anything about the metaphor, but now that Hythlo said that, well...
He brushes through Hythlo's hair--not with a brush, but with his fingers. Conditioner is a godsend for helping it feel silky smooth right after applying it. He starts from the back of Hythlo's head, his fingers slowly brushing down to hook onto the loose hairtie and pulling it down, still going through Hythlo's hair in the process. ]
[For better or for worse, Hythlo only seems to enjoy that, leaning back into the touch with an appreciative hum. There is something to be said for the four-hundred-years speed dating slowburn: it teaches you to be good at this type of game.]
Why, Hien, are you curious? I do wish I could show you...
[ Hien still doesn't think there's much behind this, and all of this is a natural course of action, at least from him at least (is that good? who knows). After the hairtie is off, he leans in to rest his chin on Hythlo's shoulder. ]
[ Hien isn't really good at playing this game. That's why he just simmers there after the temple kiss, thinking that it's just how Hythlo does things and that there isn't anything behind it other than just regular affection. ]
Good. Wouldn't want it any other way.
[ Well, it kinda tracks. Apart from the burning so bright that you might get burned from approaching, he thinks it would be good if some people just stay away from him if they really do believe that he can be likened to some entity in the sky like a god. For those who don't, are absolutely fine.
Hien backs up, lifting his head from Hythlo's shoulder and goes back to brushing his hair. He parts the long hair into two with both hands and it feels like he's swirling both in his hands until Hythlo feels weight on top of his head.
Ah. You do not, then? 'Tis a pity. I do feel sorry for you!
[The answer is delivered with a chuckle. Alright, time for another exposé!]
For mortals, the greatest form of intimacy between lovers is the physical kind, yes? For us, with our mastery over aether, 'tis exactly that: the merging of souls. [He grins shamelessly.] Rather more pleasurable and intense than even the most loving intercourse.
Hien is completely silent and whatever he was going to do with Hythlo's hair is put on hold, as his hands just stay in place, as if frozen in time. So basically... what Hythlo is describing is soul sex, and that's what he was talking about and--if this is how to internally keyboard smash, this would be it. ]
From what you described earlier regarding my soul and stuff, I don't think it would be a good idea to do that with me, regardless of whatever the other soul is.
[ Those black bits? They'll eat you up. Literally. Not the carnal kind. ]
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Date: 2020-11-29 03:07 am (UTC)[ He sounds like he's in disbelief. Honestly, yeah. He can see it. He has a spray bottle and spritzes some water on Hythlo's hair before attempting to brush through it more. ]
Have you tried tying it so that it tangles less?
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:45 am (UTC)Ah! Rhel braided it for me once. She had truly adorable bows to go along with it, too. I think blue is rather my colour. Don't you agree?
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:51 am (UTC)[ He looks thoughtful for a moment. ]
... I take that back. Blue is more your color.
[ He keeps brushing Hythlo's hair and wonders. ]
What kind of hairstyle do you like anyway?
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:57 am (UTC)W-Why not gold? You make that sound as though I'm not good enough for it.
[As for the question, though...]
Truly, I've never given it too much thought. I would normally tie it up in private, that was all.
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Date: 2020-11-29 07:08 am (UTC)[ Alright. Hythlo's hair should be nice enough to style now. ]
How about a simple lower ponytail? Less maintenance and it could make you looks more sophisticated.
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Date: 2020-11-29 07:20 am (UTC)I rather like that idea! I do want to think I am already sophisticated, though.
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Date: 2020-11-29 12:15 pm (UTC)[ He puts a hairtie around his own wrist and brushes through Hythlo's hair with his fingers. He gently ties his long hair into a low ponytail.
...
It's still a lot of hair and Hien isn't sure if this is working. ]
Got a phone or something on you? I can take pictures.
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Date: 2020-12-01 01:13 pm (UTC)[With that, he stands up to lean over and take his tomestone, then pass it over to Hien. The movement may or may not have ruined at least some of Hien's attempts at brushing. The weird magic phone may or may not also be incomprehensible to use.]
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Date: 2020-12-01 02:03 pm (UTC)...
This isn't working. He hands it back to him. ]
At the risk of sounding even older than I already am, I don't know how to use this phone. Can you tell me how I can get to the camera function?
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Date: 2020-12-01 02:47 pm (UTC)[Hythlo chuckles as he takes the phone, and... seemingly does nothing with it, but the screen lights up, blinks, switches to what appears to be camera mode. The most Hythlo is doing is tilt his hand vaguely to make the things happen.]
Here. You simply need to... well, direct it there. I wonder why...
[He pauses, then turns around to look at Hien. Then hums, pursing his lips.]
...Huh. Now that I think of it, 'tis possible you would have simply broken it.
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Date: 2020-12-01 02:51 pm (UTC)[ He squints at this incomprehensible phone as if it just offended everything be stood for. ]
I'm probably old enough to be your grandfather's ancient ancestor roots. But what the hell is with this phone...
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Date: 2020-12-01 02:57 pm (UTC)[He wiggles the phone in his hand by way of explanation.]
Most our devices depend on aether manipulation, you see? Mayhaps one could call it telepathy, though 'tis not so much transferring one's thoughts as... well, one's energy. And yours would be much too much, see?
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:08 pm (UTC)[ If it really is about life force, he could manipulate that... if he had that power back. He just won't bring that up then. ]
I dunnoooo. [ He draws out that last word on purpose. ] I stopped counting. Are you saying that I'm too old for this phone...
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:26 pm (UTC)[He twirls it in his hand some more, and this time a new overlay appears over the screen.]
As I said, aether is the living energy of any being. But, as it appears, it varies. We, the original inhabitants of our world, have rather dense souls - if what Rhel and Joscelaint tell me is true, ten-and-four-fold that of regular beings. So, for the sake of analogy, an inhabitant of this city would be as a candle. Myself, a bonfire. But due to your task as an Overseer... You, dear Hien, are the sun.
[He grins.]
'Tis a good thing I do not feel that way about you, hmm? That could have been dangerous!
[What does he mean by that. You don't know. The cryptid is strong tonight.]
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:40 pm (UTC)He brushes through Hythlo's hair--not with a brush, but with his fingers. Conditioner is a godsend for helping it feel silky smooth right after applying it. He starts from the back of Hythlo's head, his fingers slowly brushing down to hook onto the loose hairtie and pulling it down, still going through Hythlo's hair in the process. ]
... I wonder what you mean by that.
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:46 pm (UTC)Why, Hien, are you curious? I do wish I could show you...
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:51 pm (UTC)Then what's holding you back from showing me?
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Date: 2020-12-01 03:54 pm (UTC)Self-preservation instinct! Which I do have, before you ask.
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:02 pm (UTC)Good. Wouldn't want it any other way.
[ Well, it kinda tracks. Apart from the burning so bright that you might get burned from approaching, he thinks it would be good if some people just stay away from him if they really do believe that he can be likened to some entity in the sky like a god. For those who don't, are absolutely fine.
Hien backs up, lifting his head from Hythlo's shoulder and goes back to brushing his hair. He parts the long hair into two with both hands and it feels like he's swirling both in his hands until Hythlo feels weight on top of his head.
Twin buns. ]
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:14 pm (UTC)Oh? Do your kind do it, too? I thought it impossible for most mortals, although I suppose that as an Overseer...
[He trails off at the sudden bun appearance and raises a hand curiously to touch one of them.]
These are?
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:20 pm (UTC)[ Hm. He seems to be thinking about something and quickly adjusts them. Now Hythlo has Sailor Moon hair. ]
My kind does what?
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:22 pm (UTC)The merging of aether?
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:23 pm (UTC)[ Hien is so confused. Merging life force? For what? For Hien, it's like trying to blend water and water. Nothing happens. ]
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:36 pm (UTC)[The answer is delivered with a chuckle. Alright, time for another exposé!]
For mortals, the greatest form of intimacy between lovers is the physical kind, yes? For us, with our mastery over aether, 'tis exactly that: the merging of souls. [He grins shamelessly.] Rather more pleasurable and intense than even the most loving intercourse.
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Date: 2020-12-01 04:41 pm (UTC)Hien is completely silent and whatever he was going to do with Hythlo's hair is put on hold, as his hands just stay in place, as if frozen in time. So basically... what Hythlo is describing is soul sex, and that's what he was talking about and--if this is how to internally keyboard smash, this would be it. ]
From what you described earlier regarding my soul and stuff, I don't think it would be a good idea to do that with me, regardless of whatever the other soul is.
[ Those black bits? They'll eat you up. Literally. Not the carnal kind. ]
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