Or, well, he did, but it was such a rarity that it left Prometheus reeling a little. He was already overwhelmed - just, Hades, here, a gaping hole he had been quietly enduring suddenly filled. He missed him. He missed him so much, and he was here, his warm hands stroking over his scales, gentle, familiar, making Prometheus want to cry, even though he lacked the physical capability for it.
He couldn't even kiss him back, because of his snout. All he could do was nuzzle him back, slowly extending his wings so his 'wingarms' could wrap around Hades in a parody of an embrace. At least the furred membrane would keep him warm?
"I missed you too," Prometheus whispered, shivering with each slow, lovely stroke of Hades's hands over his scales. Every contact felt like electricity - he was so touch-starved it was pathetic, "I-I thought you were gone forever, and, and I didn't know where you went, or where anyone was, and, I was all alone and..."
It was all bubbling up, those lonely, grieving emotions, compressed and ignored for the past thousand years. Had it really been that long...? Stars, he wasted a thousand years moping about in this cave! But he hadn't been able to do anything else, as lost as he'd been. A low, barely audible keening noise was whining in the back of his throat as he nuzzled into Hades's hands, against his cheek, his feelers slowly lying flat against his head to cut off the headache-inducing sensory flow. This close, all he needed was to feel, smell and hear Hades. He didn't need to see him.
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Or, well, he did, but it was such a rarity that it left Prometheus reeling a little. He was already overwhelmed - just, Hades, here, a gaping hole he had been quietly enduring suddenly filled. He missed him. He missed him so much, and he was here, his warm hands stroking over his scales, gentle, familiar, making Prometheus want to cry, even though he lacked the physical capability for it.
He couldn't even kiss him back, because of his snout. All he could do was nuzzle him back, slowly extending his wings so his 'wingarms' could wrap around Hades in a parody of an embrace. At least the furred membrane would keep him warm?
"I missed you too," Prometheus whispered, shivering with each slow, lovely stroke of Hades's hands over his scales. Every contact felt like electricity - he was so touch-starved it was pathetic, "I-I thought you were gone forever, and, and I didn't know where you went, or where anyone was, and, I was all alone and..."
It was all bubbling up, those lonely, grieving emotions, compressed and ignored for the past thousand years. Had it really been that long...? Stars, he wasted a thousand years moping about in this cave! But he hadn't been able to do anything else, as lost as he'd been. A low, barely audible keening noise was whining in the back of his throat as he nuzzled into Hades's hands, against his cheek, his feelers slowly lying flat against his head to cut off the headache-inducing sensory flow. This close, all he needed was to feel, smell and hear Hades. He didn't need to see him.