[It was as unfamiliar to give affection as it was to receive it, though at this point Emet-Selch has no choice but to accept that this was exactly what he was doing. Both in action and in motivating sentiment behind it. And though he pauses, breath hesitating at this realization, forced to acknowledge it- he continues momentarily. And remaining very soft in gesture; even if he couldn't mark him visibly, that didn't mean he couldn't give attention to the whole of his neck regardless, in small, slow brushings of his lips.
Though he hears Mettaton's reply, he doesn't answer immediately, still working on his neck, thinking on his words.]
Hm... an unusual thing, for immortals. To find something as equally as unending....
[Or that at least gave the impression of such. And considering their circumstances were not eternal- well, it wasn't as though they'd ever be able to learn differently.
Which was an unfortunate thought in itself, and he hesitates, then nestles himself closer, tangling a leg with Mettaton for extra contact. He should know better by now, to even consider giving into a delusion like this. But with Mettaton holding him closer in turn, the intimacy of the puca's hand running through his hair- it seemed a bit of a moot point. It was already too late.]
How unexpected. To find a preference for going unfulfilled.
[It did surprise the Ascian to be at all fond of someone not from his home. And while the revival of Amaurot would always come first in all things, he supposed it didn't exclude the possibility for caring for someone outside of it. It was only unexpected. Would he still sacrifice Mettaton for the sake of his people (if for some reason it were necessary)? Of course- without hesitation. But then Emet-Selch wouldn't be at all surprised to find he mourned for him in turn. A constant cycle of people to sacrifice and revive.
But it wasn't as though he'd never gotten attached to individual mortals in the past- and had it all end the same way: with their death, and himself alone. But Mettaton already had the benefit of not being mortal (for all that it mattered here), while providing that strange mix of familiarity and the unknown. His complete opposite in so many ways, but he was drawn to him because of it, rather than despite it. Someone he could be unguarded with, who could withstand him... while providing Emet-Selch with something he'd have to withstand in turn. Things like affection and strange perspectives. A mutual possessiveness.
And on the impossible chance that godhood could be achieved, that it worked as Mettaton claimed, and its influence could reach even Amaurot... Emet-Selch couldn't even finish the thought, it was too much of a dream to consider too closely. Though the stray idea of being tempered by Mettaton instead was... more congenial than it possibly should've been. The Ascian had been under Zodiark's influence for longer than he'd had a motivation that was completely his own; having completely free will sounded alarming. And while his adoration for Zodiark remained immovable, the idea of a similar tether binding him to Mettaton, ensuring that he couldn't be abandoned- it wasn't an unpleasant thought.]
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Though he hears Mettaton's reply, he doesn't answer immediately, still working on his neck, thinking on his words.]
Hm... an unusual thing, for immortals. To find something as equally as unending....
[Or that at least gave the impression of such. And considering their circumstances were not eternal- well, it wasn't as though they'd ever be able to learn differently.
Which was an unfortunate thought in itself, and he hesitates, then nestles himself closer, tangling a leg with Mettaton for extra contact. He should know better by now, to even consider giving into a delusion like this. But with Mettaton holding him closer in turn, the intimacy of the puca's hand running through his hair- it seemed a bit of a moot point. It was already too late.]
How unexpected. To find a preference for going unfulfilled.
[It did surprise the Ascian to be at all fond of someone not from his home. And while the revival of Amaurot would always come first in all things, he supposed it didn't exclude the possibility for caring for someone outside of it. It was only unexpected. Would he still sacrifice Mettaton for the sake of his people (if for some reason it were necessary)? Of course- without hesitation. But then Emet-Selch wouldn't be at all surprised to find he mourned for him in turn. A constant cycle of people to sacrifice and revive.
But it wasn't as though he'd never gotten attached to individual mortals in the past- and had it all end the same way: with their death, and himself alone. But Mettaton already had the benefit of not being mortal (for all that it mattered here), while providing that strange mix of familiarity and the unknown. His complete opposite in so many ways, but he was drawn to him because of it, rather than despite it. Someone he could be unguarded with, who could withstand him... while providing Emet-Selch with something he'd have to withstand in turn. Things like affection and strange perspectives. A mutual possessiveness.
And on the impossible chance that godhood could be achieved, that it worked as Mettaton claimed, and its influence could reach even Amaurot... Emet-Selch couldn't even finish the thought, it was too much of a dream to consider too closely. Though the stray idea of being tempered by Mettaton instead was... more congenial than it possibly should've been. The Ascian had been under Zodiark's influence for longer than he'd had a motivation that was completely his own; having completely free will sounded alarming. And while his adoration for Zodiark remained immovable, the idea of a similar tether binding him to Mettaton, ensuring that he couldn't be abandoned- it wasn't an unpleasant thought.]