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hellufacade ([personal profile] hellufacade) wrote in [community profile] museboxofmuses 2019-12-11 09:14 pm (UTC)

Hades wrapped his arms around Prometheus' head, crying, trying to still the quivering in his face. He found that he couldn't, but letting it outpour was relieving. He dropped his soul's barriers again to allow Prometheus' soul to try to mend and comfort his. And in this undistracted atmosphere, he allowed Prometheus to sift through his feelings.

He allowed Prometheus, for the first time unguarded, all of his sadness, anger, grief, guilt. Things that he could share with no one else. But at the end of it there was hope, levity, and joy for the first time in so long that he could barely recognize it. His weeping eventually tapered off and he rubbed his eyes to clear them. His voice came quietly, pinched, and hesitant.

"I have... Much to tell you. Soon. But not right now," Hades said as he released one more shuddering breath.

He went silent for several seconds, his soul propping itself up in the puffed-up showman that he always was at his core. "I think we could name the child Hythlodaeus."

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