Prometheus couldn't imagine Hythlodaeus leaving the Convocation unscathed if he got accepted into their midst (if Hyth even accepted, since it was widely known he had initially refused the title of Emet-Selch when it had been offered to him). Then again, that might be what they needed, Hythlodaeus's brand of mischief, shaking things up...
He didn't comment on Hades's thoughtful insight, though. It was what he'd been saying in the days leading up to the Doom - how they had sat outside the flow of the Lifestream for too long, how this was an inevitability they simply had to accept - but he didn't feel very vindicated about being proven right. If anything, he'd hoped to be proven wrong in this, at least.
He rolled onto his back when Hades got up, his gaze flicking down to see that the insides of Hades's thighs were, well, more than a little messy. He felt his face warm a little, glancing away as he tried not to think about how desperate he must've looked and felt to Hades, fucking him that enthusiastically with barely any stimulation whatsoever...
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He didn't comment on Hades's thoughtful insight, though. It was what he'd been saying in the days leading up to the Doom - how they had sat outside the flow of the Lifestream for too long, how this was an inevitability they simply had to accept - but he didn't feel very vindicated about being proven right. If anything, he'd hoped to be proven wrong in this, at least.
He rolled onto his back when Hades got up, his gaze flicking down to see that the insides of Hades's thighs were, well, more than a little messy. He felt his face warm a little, glancing away as he tried not to think about how desperate he must've looked and felt to Hades, fucking him that enthusiastically with barely any stimulation whatsoever...
"Um," he started, "You wanna shower together?"