( When Emet-Selch wakes, it's likely the first thing he'll smell is the appetising aroma of fresh coffee wafting into the bedroom from somewhere further inside the apartment. Hythlodaeus's government-issued housing is relatively humble — it's clean and tidy, with much of the same decor and accents found elsewhere in Sumarlok — but the single bedroom and small lounge suggest it wasn't created with luxury in mind. As such, the sound of an ancient tune lost to time will likely filter through as well: Hythlodaeus is humming as he works, or so it would seem, and something is making him think of home.
Of Amaurot, and the world they once shared.
A few long moments pass before the humming finally stops, followed by the soft pad of footsteps appoaching the bedroom again. Hythlodaeus slips in with a tray held between both hands: coffee, and fresh juice should Emet-Selch find himself in the mood for something sweeter, as well as a plate of what appears to be slice apples and honey for dipping.
A light breakfast, but then he suspects neither of them will be in the mood for anything heavier. Unsure whether he's actually awake, Hythlodaeus moves over to the far side of the bed and sets the tray down atop the bedside table, where he admires his handiwork for a moment before climbing back onto the mattress. He's dressed for the morning in what appears to be a large, loose cardigan made from some kind of fluffy lilac material, and a pair of soft knitted socks that reach up over the knee to his thighs. Setting his back against the headboard, Hythlodaeus folds his legs to the side as he shifts to look down at his bedmate, one finger reaching out to stroke a lock of dark hair back behind the shell of his ear.
If he's still sleeping, Hythlodaeus will let him rest. No need to hurry such a quiet moment — not one he's been aching for for over ten thousand years. )
The morning after the TDM!
( When Emet-Selch wakes, it's likely the first thing he'll smell is the appetising aroma of fresh coffee wafting into the bedroom from somewhere further inside the apartment. Hythlodaeus's government-issued housing is relatively humble — it's clean and tidy, with much of the same decor and accents found elsewhere in Sumarlok — but the single bedroom and small lounge suggest it wasn't created with luxury in mind. As such, the sound of an ancient tune lost to time will likely filter through as well: Hythlodaeus is humming as he works, or so it would seem, and something is making him think of home.
Of Amaurot, and the world they once shared.
A few long moments pass before the humming finally stops, followed by the soft pad of footsteps appoaching the bedroom again. Hythlodaeus slips in with a tray held between both hands: coffee, and fresh juice should Emet-Selch find himself in the mood for something sweeter, as well as a plate of what appears to be slice apples and honey for dipping.
A light breakfast, but then he suspects neither of them will be in the mood for anything heavier. Unsure whether he's actually awake, Hythlodaeus moves over to the far side of the bed and sets the tray down atop the bedside table, where he admires his handiwork for a moment before climbing back onto the mattress. He's dressed for the morning in what appears to be a large, loose cardigan made from some kind of fluffy lilac material, and a pair of soft knitted socks that reach up over the knee to his thighs. Setting his back against the headboard, Hythlodaeus folds his legs to the side as he shifts to look down at his bedmate, one finger reaching out to stroke a lock of dark hair back behind the shell of his ear.
If he's still sleeping, Hythlodaeus will let him rest. No need to hurry such a quiet moment — not one he's been aching for for over ten thousand years. )