(( tis my birthday today - I was wondering if anyone would be wanting to mess around with some Pandaemonium (possibly even savage versions) today? or just hang out.

I likely won't be free until 6pm CDT, but even so, company would absolutely be lovely if anyone wishes to join me~ ))

[Hades huffs, but the corners of his lips twitch into a smile as he leans into giving the other a proper kiss, a hand reflexively resting on the miqo'te's hip.]

That's better.

[There is silence where normally he would be shrinking about denying such things. Instead he just eyes him, his gaze lingering on the miqo'te's lips before glancing away with another signature huff.]

You're getting awful with age. You missed, clearly.

[There's a rosy color that blooms on his cheeks, and Hades huffs, glancing away - yet he does not shy away from the touch.]

You and Hythlodaeus are both of like mind in such regards.

Is that so? Is that why you try to push my buttons?

Hmph.

... what are you grinning at?

... ugh. As if I would be interested in what you're thinking.

Why would I want to know what goes through your mind?

Tell me, dear Exarch, what comes to mind when you think of that motion sexually?

If your mind is at least even the slightest sharp, you'll get what it means.

It's a sexual phrase.

You're inviting yourself to your doom with that type of question.

Hades thrashes again, trying as much as he can to get away from Deimos without the aid of his magicks. Gritting his teeth, he kicks at him again, more forceful.

"Get off of me before I kill you!" Hades struggles to snap at him. "Do you really want to leave behind the family you only just got back?"

"If you value your life, you will cease this instant!" Hades snaps, raising his leg to give another swift, solid kick to Deimos' chest. "Get! Off! Of me! You insolent cretin!"

(( it's really cute honestly. ))

Hades kicks and pushes at Deimos, a few choked noises barely getting past his lips before he takes in a breath enough tof orm a few words between the attacks. "Kill me, and I'm bringing Themis with me."

Relax, /Anteros./

[Hades' voice remains soft as his hold on the other's hands, breaking his usual rule of not using one's true name.]

If it's a faulty concept, then whom better to let others know than us, of the Convocation? It's quite alright.

Besides it's not... uncomfortable to wear, at least.

"Besides, I think we both know you like this."

"Oh, of /course/ you wouldn't remember," Emet-Selch states slowly. "But I do. I remember full and well. And you've got a debt to pay for such treatment."

There's a pause as he scans her reactions, an earnest look to make sure that she's alright before his continuation of his cocky demeanor. +

Oh, no you don't. Absolutely not! You will /not/ be decorating this /thing/ on top of forcing me to wear it!

[Hades turns away from Hecate, arms crossed over his chest with a look of distain on his face.]

Ugh. How... long must you make me wear this?

he allows himself to be tugged downwards, muttering a few choice words under his breath.

"You, of all people, commanding /me/ to get down..."

... and yet, he listens.

There's a scowl on Hades lips and he gives an irritated huff at Hythlodaeus so openly admitting that he could even dare to actually enjoy this in the slightest. But... he does not say the word that means 'stop'.

He gives a small snarling noise at G'raha, glaring at him at the tug... but +

Hades tugs on the collar to make sure it remains properly clasped and gives a hum of satisfaction. "Why would you say that?"

A knowing look paired with a smirk, as he hooks a leash onto the collar and gives it a sharp tug downwards. He's absolutely doing this as revenge, and he seems to enjoy it.

Just how did you get past our noticing you being untempered? How, pray tell, did you even get ascended without becoming tempered? Such disrespect will /not/ be tolerated.

[Emet-Selch scowls with a small noise of irritation.]

What in the hells do you /mean/ stuck?

[He mutters a few choice words under his breath, rolling his eyes, and then closing them.]

Calm down and simply work at it in a normal fashion. The more you panic, the worse state you'll be in. Breathe.

[Hades ... was not expecting the panic and tears. There's a look of shock on his face, bordering regret as he watches him before he gives a long, dramatic sigh of defeat.]

It's fine, Azem.

[He raises his hands and holds Anteros' in his own, in an oddly gentle way.]

Relax. I'm not actually cross.

Twirling the leash twice around his hand, Hades tugs at the leash, tugging to get his lover closer to him. There's a mischievous look mirroring back at Hythlodaeus as he stare down at the other.

"You know I always repay what's done to me," he hums. "Be a good boy, you know I play rough."

Hades gives a small sneer at the explanation, but if bending down, closer to the au ra will get the collar off... He obliges the request and lowers his head. "Get it off then, would you?"

Hmph. I very well may still want your life. A debt to repay and all.

[An empty threat at best, and while Hades gives some resistance at the tug, he does lower himself, stepping closer.]

But I think we could get into an agreeable arrangement. The collar is quite a bold way to get my attention.

(( okay, so. as of late, i've been struggling to respond to people. like. it says the post is deleted but ITS RIGHT THERE??? ))