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[necrophor]

[ The longer time ticked onwards, the more tension fled from the lines of Adder's body. Nothing happened, not any darkness rolling in or Ros slumping to the ground in a heap. It meant he would be okay - they would be okay. The guilt remained but it only joined the rest of the things that kept him up at night when everything else stilled around them. The screams, though, they never left. A constant cacophony of agony and a steady source of torment for being the guardian of the underworld. He wondered often why he suffered such a fate and his siblings did not. What wrongs did he commit in his origin to deserve such pain?

Shaking the thoughts away, he resumed focus on Ros, willing to almost give the pup anything at the moment he asked for. The least he could do for almost ending his existence.

He almost lost Ros just because he couldn't control himself. ]

Or course, pet, we can take a bath. [ Without any kind of funny business happening. He gave Ros a significant look as he wrapped an arm around him and led him to the bath chambers and the huge claw foot tub. A favorite center piece of his and the ancient looking facets were beautiful and inlaid with gems of all kinds. ]

Here. Sit and I'll fix the bath. Regular or do you want it fancier? [ Bubbles, bath salts or whatever else Ros brought back with him from the topside. ]

[spott]

[ when Ros finally breaks down those last few walls between them, he is going to be rather annoyed at how much self loathing and guilt there is lingering in the shadows of Adder’s heart. and go out of his way to burn them away as fully as possible. none of this, in his opinion, rests on the god. Ros is the one who rose to the challenge, who pushed and egged on and demanded more of the other, and Adder only gave him what he wanted. while he was not seeking to end his existence, not anything close, he was sure that he would rather Adder be the end of it than any other option.

besides, he still thought that Adder wreathed in flames with fury on his face was one of the most attractive things in the universe.]

Mmm, good. I mean, I’m good with whatever you want, love. [ he sits down gently, cocking his head to the side to give Adder a lopsided smile that is not lacking in affection. even if he is a little upset with knowing exactly what that look means. whatever, just being close to Adder is enough for him, and baths were rather relaxing. nothing wrong with things that earn him more time with Adder.

probably a good idea to wash the blood off themselves too.

as Adder leans back from the tub, the water flowing and steaming, Ros curls the fingers of his good hand around the god's hip and tugs at him until Adder is sitting in his lap, Ros's face buried in the curve of his neck. he presses a light kiss there and hums. ] Don't blame yourself for this, okay love? I know you are.

[necrophor]

[ The universe cursed him with fury in his skin and flames in his veins. Forging a constant challenge to keep it contained and mostly out of sight. The flames which could end everything and almost anything tumbled within him, sometimes howling for retribution, for the blood owed and deserved. The yells of the past scattered onto him, nearly choking off any air flow but he managed to keep the balance. He just managed to keep the world turning.

Dropping some of the bubble bath Ros liked most, Adder made sure to add some soothing and healing essential oils to the mix. It would assist in the process and those weren't anything anyone could find easily. Adder went to great lengths for some of the things he possessed. All failsafes just in case the worst happened and he lost the fight.

When he turned, he allowed for Ros to pull him close, eyes shutting for a moment to take in his presence. How could he be so careless with the only thing that really mattered in his whole existence? Without Ros, he had nothing else.

He was nothing else. ]

As long as you're okay that is all that matters.

[ He gave Ros a soft kiss before sliding off his lap to help strip the rest of the not charred clothing off him. ]

You get in the bath. I'm going to go grab something.

[spott]

[ the weight of the universe on your shoulders was not a weight that any being should have to carry alone, and eventually Ros would do what he could to help carry that burden with Adder. being close, proving that no matter what, he was still with Adder was all that he could do for now.

and stay close he does. the hound tightens his arms around Adder despite the flicker of pain that goes through him at the movement, more than okay with bearing that pain if it meant that he could remind Adder that he was here. he was still whole and he was not leaving. he does eventually let Adder move from his embrace though, a pout curling his lips because he really would have rather gotten into the bath with the god still wrapped around him.

at least he continues to stay close until he is stripped though. there is a barely repressed whine when he moves to get into the water and Adder does not follow.]

Quickly?

[ only Adder got to see this side of him, something almost fragile and needy, instead of the proud hound that left blood in his wake.

still, he obeys and steps into the tub, hissing as he slides in and down until the water comes up to his chin, swirls of pink seen through the few gaps in the bubbles.]

[necrophor]

Quickly. [ Adder agreed with a hitch in his breath. Only Ros saw him so open and emotionally expressive. All things no one ever believed him capable of but Ros managed many impossible things with him and it made him so upset to know he hurt him. He really hurt him, in fact, and they were lucky Ros wouldn't lose any limbs of worse.

The pink in the water only heightened his own sense of inner agony. He did that. He hurt the one person who saw him as something other than a monster. Didn't this prove Ros wrong and show how dangerous he could be at any given second?

On unsteady legs he walked back into his chambers, fumbling around for the fairy oil he acquired eons ago before magic became more tainted. He only had a few drops but it could stop any curse and any kind of pain in all the universe. The fairy having given it to him in case something happened to him. But Ros deserved it more.

He returned to the bathroom with tears stinging his eyes. Had he ever actually cried before? ]

Here, pup. Open your mouth and I'm going to tip this in. It'll help.