Prometheus slowly relaxed as Hades spoke, some of his wariness easing from his expression. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but he was internally relieved that they both seemed to be on the same page with this. Things had changed so drastically, the both of them had, and they had tiptoed around each other, ignoring the very oppressive elephant in the room, that Prometheus had been worried he'd find out that they...
He didn't know. Before Xerora, he'd been so confident that he and Hades had been all but made for each other. One soul in two bodies. But with Zodiark, and the Doom, and Prometheus's soul cracking, he felt like they were now two souls in two bodies. It was an incredibly lonely feeling. It was his own fault, though, because he was stupid and terrified and shut even Hades out on most days, and he could never coherently articulate it.
"I know," Prometheus murmured, curling a lock of Hades's hair around his finger, rubbing his thumb over it. The only reason Hades would have put up with something as troublesome as him was because he loved him, even if nowadays Prometheus wondered how the hell he managed that considering he was probably the most annoyingly unpredictable risk existing in Amaurot right now.
"I love you too," he said, feeling some pressure ease off his chest at being able to say that still, "More than anything, I love you. Well," he mustered a smile, "Hyth's a close second, but still..."
Prometheus stopped fiddling with Hades's hair, his thumb stroking the sharp line of his lover's cheek.
"We should renew our vows," he said, a bit softer, slightly uncertain, "If, you still want to. I mean."
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He didn't know. Before Xerora, he'd been so confident that he and Hades had been all but made for each other. One soul in two bodies. But with Zodiark, and the Doom, and Prometheus's soul cracking, he felt like they were now two souls in two bodies. It was an incredibly lonely feeling. It was his own fault, though, because he was stupid and terrified and shut even Hades out on most days, and he could never coherently articulate it.
"I know," Prometheus murmured, curling a lock of Hades's hair around his finger, rubbing his thumb over it. The only reason Hades would have put up with something as troublesome as him was because he loved him, even if nowadays Prometheus wondered how the hell he managed that considering he was probably the most annoyingly unpredictable risk existing in Amaurot right now.
"I love you too," he said, feeling some pressure ease off his chest at being able to say that still, "More than anything, I love you. Well," he mustered a smile, "Hyth's a close second, but still..."
Prometheus stopped fiddling with Hades's hair, his thumb stroking the sharp line of his lover's cheek.
"We should renew our vows," he said, a bit softer, slightly uncertain, "If, you still want to. I mean."