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[CLOSED/TBA for now?] august mayhem log
🧙 WHO: Hythlodaeus and the close CR! maybe others later, who knows.
⚔️️ WHAT: Recovering after his revival, fluff, trying to trail his murderhusband.
🕒 WHEN: First half of August.
🗺️ WHERE: Red Spring, Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None as of yet, will likely have references to gore/abuse in the future.
A. Camelot; Polydegmon's
[TBA, I'm so sorry I just want to throw this at Chips before I go to bed]
B. Red Spring
[TBA]
C. Trailing (The First)
As Hythlodaeus's recovery progresses, his mind grows clearer. It's still a slow process, of course, but the treatments at the resort, the peaceful atmosphere and the security his friends' presence brings all work towards restoring not just his body, but his heart as well.
Unfortunately, that also means he is now in a state to notice things around him more. And one of them is the strangely late time that Hades returns to their apartment one night, as though he'd been out almost until dawn. It's quite hard to tell by his appearance, given that Hades looks exhausted at the best of times, but Hythlodaeus has been his friend for eons, and the many little cues are still noticeable to him. Despite his dodging and statements to the contrary, Hades is tired and clearly worried about something.
But the conversations don't lead to anything much, and so the next time Hythlodaeus resigns to try and follow his friend. He stays in bed for long enough that Hades would believe him to be asleep, then quickly gets up and gets dressed, his new familiar keeping watch of the street from the windowsill. Once he's ready, Hythlodaeus slips out of the house - just in time to see Hades turn into a darker alley at the far end of the street.
Heart pounding with worry, he tries to follow - but he's not so good at concealment, not in these circumstances. Though he tries to keep to the shadows and step quietly, an all too-obvious pool of silence and tension follows him. It's only a matter of time before Hades would notice he's being trailed.
⚔️️ WHAT: Recovering after his revival, fluff, trying to trail his murderhusband.
🕒 WHEN: First half of August.
🗺️ WHERE: Red Spring, Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None as of yet, will likely have references to gore/abuse in the future.
A. Camelot; Polydegmon's
[TBA, I'm so sorry I just want to throw this at Chips before I go to bed]
B. Red Spring
[TBA]
C. Trailing (The First)
As Hythlodaeus's recovery progresses, his mind grows clearer. It's still a slow process, of course, but the treatments at the resort, the peaceful atmosphere and the security his friends' presence brings all work towards restoring not just his body, but his heart as well.
Unfortunately, that also means he is now in a state to notice things around him more. And one of them is the strangely late time that Hades returns to their apartment one night, as though he'd been out almost until dawn. It's quite hard to tell by his appearance, given that Hades looks exhausted at the best of times, but Hythlodaeus has been his friend for eons, and the many little cues are still noticeable to him. Despite his dodging and statements to the contrary, Hades is tired and clearly worried about something.
But the conversations don't lead to anything much, and so the next time Hythlodaeus resigns to try and follow his friend. He stays in bed for long enough that Hades would believe him to be asleep, then quickly gets up and gets dressed, his new familiar keeping watch of the street from the windowsill. Once he's ready, Hythlodaeus slips out of the house - just in time to see Hades turn into a darker alley at the far end of the street.
Heart pounding with worry, he tries to follow - but he's not so good at concealment, not in these circumstances. Though he tries to keep to the shadows and step quietly, an all too-obvious pool of silence and tension follows him. It's only a matter of time before Hades would notice he's being trailed.
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There's barely enough time for the words to register, but they do. So... Hades planned for this. And the sleeping potions were not just there to soothe Hythlodaeus's nightmares. Dimly, some part of Hythlodaeus wonders at just how much his friend's talent for planning ahead has grown, but the rest of him is numbed by the realization that this was done with intent. To think that Hades would want to do this, that it's not merely a flash of anger that he's prone to now...
Impossible, his mind whispers. Even with the evidence so plain before him, Hythlodaeus simply cannot fathom the thought that his friend would willingly engage in such cruelty. He stares at Hades in incomprehension, eyes searching the other man's face for... for any clue, any answer as to why he would do this. Killing this fae would not achieve anything, and the manner in which it was done only further emphasized the pointlessness of it. Was it--was it really because Hades wanted to make them suffer?
That thought feels like a blade stabbing through Hythlodaeus, taking away his breath as he gives a choked half-gasp, half-sob, reaching out with trembling fingers towards his... his friend. He wants to hope that they are still that, that Hades is still someone he knows--
But the moment of suspension is shattered when the man suddenly doubles over, blood seeping through his clothes, injuries appearing everywhere - and they bring a new kind of terror with them, a realization that Hythlodaeus might lose his friend not just spiritually, but physically as well.
"Hades!" His voice is a frantic scream as Hythlodaeus tries to move forward, panic and fear spreading through him like a wildfire; he can't, he can't, he can't lose him, he doesn't want to be alone, he doesn't want to know what it's like to watch someone you love die. "No, no, no, no, no, Hades, no--!!"
Someone grabs Hythlodaeus by the arm, pulling him up as others cluster around Hades, weapons drawn. Hythlodaeus does not notice, trying to struggle out of the grasp, still screaming - incomprehensible at this point, losing words and sense, merely anguish and terror given voice. The person holding him is shouting something, but he's not in a state to understand, eyes locked to Hades even as his own vision blurs with tears and fades as they're both dragged away from each other.