"It will," Felih responds, hands taking one of Hades' and giving it a firm squeeze. "Thank you," he murmurs next, tugging his beloved down to give him a quick peck on the lips. "And perhaps I can make us dinner afterwards? For all three of us?"
This kind of domestic comfort is something he can only indulge in these realms so far from home, where he is relieved of the burden of being a "hero." It's something he secretly relishes, even if it fills him with guilt. Still, he refuses to heed the guilt. Why shouldn't he love them? Why shouldn't he cherish them, and this opportunity, and this life- while he can?
This is something so painfully out of reach in his own realm. He won't squander this chance.
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This kind of domestic comfort is something he can only indulge in these realms so far from home, where he is relieved of the burden of being a "hero." It's something he secretly relishes, even if it fills him with guilt. Still, he refuses to heed the guilt. Why shouldn't he love them? Why shouldn't he cherish them, and this opportunity, and this life- while he can?
This is something so painfully out of reach in his own realm. He won't squander this chance.