[Half-conscious, chest heaving, breathing still a rasp, his eyes manage to open again when he feels lips upon his face. The sort of little nudges of affection that keep him trembling, prolonging that sense of deep, if complicated hurting. But also soothing at the same time, a reminder that Mettaton was there, and was going to keep being there. A feeling of being taken care of, in some way.
The depth to these reactions was something Emet-Selch was still reluctant to examine. But there was a face to his neck, and a body against his own, and that was all that really mattered.
And it was definitely a bit of a mess between them, if mostly on Mettaton. Though with the way the Ascian seemed intent on keeping as much of their bodies pressed as close as possible, it wasn't as if he seemed to care if he got a smear of anything on himself either. In a distant way he was aware it was probably something he should offer to help clean up, considering it was his fault to begin with, but that would require both moving from Mettaton and coordination that Emet-Selch didn't currently possess. Clinging to his Bondmate instead was not so much a compromise as it was completely ignoring the issue, but that sure was the only solution he could think of.
...He was so scattered, again. That kept happening. And he suspected it would keep happening, in one way or another, to one degree or another. He rests a hand in Mettaton's hair, stroking slowly at it. His body felt heavy and too warm, yet still occasionally shivered. He didn't really understand how he'd ended up like this, no part of it was expected. And yet so quickly he was loathe to ever give up on this part of his life, now that he'd found it. Whatever it was.
Was he so desperate for company? Alright, he was, but not in the sense that he'd accept it from just anyone. Much to the contrary. He was particular.
He didn't know how to express any of this. He never had known; even in Amaurot he'd only had two close friends, and that was when his issues were far less extreme. As his breathing gradually evens, Emet-Selch presses Mettaton's head that bit more against his neck, shifts ever closer against his form. As the usual unhappiness settles that more on him, he didn't know what else to do.]
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The depth to these reactions was something Emet-Selch was still reluctant to examine. But there was a face to his neck, and a body against his own, and that was all that really mattered.
And it was definitely a bit of a mess between them, if mostly on Mettaton. Though with the way the Ascian seemed intent on keeping as much of their bodies pressed as close as possible, it wasn't as if he seemed to care if he got a smear of anything on himself either. In a distant way he was aware it was probably something he should offer to help clean up, considering it was his fault to begin with, but that would require both moving from Mettaton and coordination that Emet-Selch didn't currently possess. Clinging to his Bondmate instead was not so much a compromise as it was completely ignoring the issue, but that sure was the only solution he could think of.
...He was so scattered, again. That kept happening. And he suspected it would keep happening, in one way or another, to one degree or another. He rests a hand in Mettaton's hair, stroking slowly at it. His body felt heavy and too warm, yet still occasionally shivered. He didn't really understand how he'd ended up like this, no part of it was expected. And yet so quickly he was loathe to ever give up on this part of his life, now that he'd found it. Whatever it was.
Was he so desperate for company? Alright, he was, but not in the sense that he'd accept it from just anyone. Much to the contrary. He was particular.
He didn't know how to express any of this. He never had known; even in Amaurot he'd only had two close friends, and that was when his issues were far less extreme. As his breathing gradually evens, Emet-Selch presses Mettaton's head that bit more against his neck, shifts ever closer against his form. As the usual unhappiness settles that more on him, he didn't know what else to do.]