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The morning after a night spent with Rhea'li, Azem wanders about in an attempt to locate Emet-Selch. They haven't forgotten about witnessing him running from the hot springs the night before. Rhea'li wouldn't say much so Azem simply must know what happened and if they have to tease it out of their dear friend, they will.

It takes them a little bit of time to track him down but once they do they slip up to him and wrap their arms around his waist. "Hello, Hades~" That singsongy tone of theirs can only mean they're up to no good.

He jumps in surprise. Craning his head around, he tries not to look too startled or guilty. It had been a...restless night, to say the least.

"Oh, Azem. What did you do now?"

Azem snickers when they feel him jump. They slip more to his side and grin up at him.

"Meeee? Why do you think I've done something? It's you that I'm more interested in, right now." Their grin grows wider.

"I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about," he says stiffly. But there are faint spots of colour in his cheeks. "Or...or are you trying to proposition me again?"

"You don't?" Their grin only widens until he continues with the second question. Their cheeks color a little, glancing away for a moment.

"Well, we could do that... But I'm more interested in why I saw you rushing away from the hot springs last night."

Damn it. "I had forgotten something in my room," he says irritably, crossing his arms. He is pointedly not looking Azem in the eye. "Why do you ask? I hope that Rhea'li hasn't been spreading stories about me."

"Hmn? Is that so? Strange that you would not come back." Azem isn't going to drop it that easily, not when he won't even look them in the eye while lying.

"Oh, no, his mouth ended up much too busy with other things." They move away from him, waggling their brow. He might be able to better see a little hint of a bite peaking out from beneath the top of their robes.

Edited (how do words work idk) 2022-10-26 06:47 (UTC)

That remark gets a sharp head swivel and a gape. Now that he's looking at them, he finally notices the mark on their skin - one that he knows he didn't leave. Thinking quickly, he draws himself up with a huff.

"Well! I wasn't about to interrupt whatever you two were doing. You were obviously quite busy."

It shouldn't be so fun to get him all riled up, but Azem can't help themself. Seeing him get huffy will probably never not amuse them.

"So you did come back?" They raise a brow at him as they lean into personal space.

"I-- Why wouldn't come back?" He resists the urge to lean back but he is clearly tense. "I left my clothes at the spring when I ran off, but in the end I decided to create a new set. Now if you are quite done teasing me...?"

His thoughts whirl with the implication that Azem had lain with their own shard. Well, he supposes that in a sense they are different people...but in another sense, they aren't.

(He morosely wonders why the Warrior of Light is more eager or at least willing to entertain Azem over himself. Perhaps he really is beyond liking.)

Azem squints at him. Something happened yet they can't get an answer from Hades or Rhea'li. How frustrating! They want to know like the dirty little snoop they are.

After a moment they lean back and let out a heavy sigh. "Fine, I suppose I will just have to assume you've grown forgetful. Quite unlike you, I must say."

To be fair, Azem is completely unaware of that particular situation. Then again, even if they did know they would be unlikely to put much thought into it and continue to do things as they have.

His lips press together but Azem thinking him forgetful is preferable to them finding out the mortifying truth of what really happened.

He decides to divert the subject before they can dwell on it further.

"And I see you haven't grown at all. Far be it for me to dampen your fun, but you need to be careful with them. They aren't as sturdy as us."

It probably is better that way, at least it prevents Azem from laughing at him.

"He held up well enough. He was exceptionally eager to try out my partial transformation." They chuckle. "I'm surprised he requested it, it's very rare that anyone does."

Their attention returns to Hades as a sly little grin forms on their lips. "Though you did."

A startled blink. That's certainly something he didn't know about Rhea'li. His surprise is quickly superseded by further embarrassment and he clears his throat.

"I don't know what I was thinking then," he mutters, looking aside once more. "Mayhap the moonlight did cloud my mind. You needn't follow through if you don't wish to."

Azem certainly didn't expect it from him, let alone anyone aside from Hythlodaeus. It seems a little strange to them that people from worlds where such transformations are uncommon or nonexistent would want to experience such things.

Ah, there he goes trying to hide how he feels again. Their grin only widens as they move forward to grab the front of his robes and pull themself up close to him. "Oh, no, I definitely want to follow through."

(Or perhaps it is because such transformations are non-existent that they wish to try it--)

Azem gets the distinct pleasure of seeing Hades caught off-guard. He cannot seem to decide whether to face them or to keep trying to avoid their eye as he splutters.

"Alright, alright! When-- when we have an opportunity to, we shall do so. You don't need to stand so close to make your point!"

Perhaps that is the reason.

Azem can't help but chuckle as they lean in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before releasing him. "Well, the hot springs seemed private enough late at night." They would absolutely go in there again to fool around with Hades. The weird happenings only made things more interesting in their opinion.

By contrast, Hades shakes his head frantically. "Not private enough," he says firmly. "I don't want anyone walking in on us if we're to do this. Especially not in our true forms."

It is not the main reason but it is certainly A reason for him to not want to revisit the hot springs. On his own, perhaps yes.

...Although it occurs to him that shadow sex is probably the sort of thing that Azem would find incredibly fascinating - particularly if it's at his expense.

Azem never quite figured out that it was their shadow getting up to things. Needless to say, they'll probably go back to get to the bottom of things.

"That's half the thrill." Of course, they'd be into something like that. Though he does make a good point about their true forms. People coming in on them like that while everything is going on with the moon would probably not go over well. "But, okay. When we can find a nice private place we'll do it."

He nods and takes a breath to compose himself. He has successfully fended off Azem's teasing as far as he can tell.

"There are no shortage of hot springs in this land, that said," he says gruffly. "Whilst I do not want to chance it here with so many refugees, perhaps elsewhere...?"

"That's true. I'm sure we could find a nice private one at some point." They happened upon many in their travels back home, certainly, they would do the same here.

"Ooooh?" Azem looks thoughtful as they tap their finger against their chin. "Do you mean elsewhere here? The rooms are bigger than what we were provided with upon arrival." Though they imagine it'd be a tight fit if they both transformed fully.

"No, I meant elsewhere in the city." He gestures vaguely around. He hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take Azem's other hand.

"We don't have to find a spring large enough for our true forms, you know. We can simply appreciate them as we are now," he says. "As much as I enjoy lying with you, I treasure the time we spend together more."

"Oh, that works as well." They smile, cheeks heating up a bit as he takes their hand.

"It gladdens me to hear you say this kind of thing, you know?" After he spent so long keeping his feelings to himself, it makes them happy. "Then let us wander around and take in the sights."

"It does?"

He finds himself thrown off-kilter for a moment. Time has a way of elevating certain memories over others; he cannot remember Azem being anything other than a flirtatious and insincere fool (and he means that in the fondest of terms).

Squeezing their hand, he starts to tug them to the food hall - or whatever it is the tengu call it. He is still unused to the language.

Truth be told, Azem often played off their genuine affections as flirtatious and insincere if only to avoid showing their hurt if (or when in the case of Emet-Selch) they were rejected. But now that he's so willingly voicing how he feels rather than hiding behind his scowl they can't help but be happy and a little flustered by it.

"It does," they respond with a smile as they squeeze his hand in return before following along. They're more than eager to just spend time with him exploring this new place.

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