[It really wasn't the statement he'd expected. Promising something so wholly unrealistic, unbelievable....
If he ever learns about what promises entail for pucas, Emet-Selch will certainly return to this moment in a slightly different way.
But for now: he takes in Mettaton's words, the way his lips had trailed over his face until they had reached his own. It had probably been the right thing to say. Even though Emet-Selch didn't believe it, didn't have any hope for it- an absurdity like that held more comfort than a realistic pledge. Refusing to acknowledge failure, rather than meekly accepting its inevitability--
What a troublesome man. It didn't change anything, but it felt better, somehow.]
...Then I'll hold you to that.
[It was no more possible, but apparently that didn't matter either. He presses back against his lips regardless. There was sensation and company, and the sensation of company.
His hand drifts from warm ears to brush the back of his fingers against the side of Mettaton's face, as he keeps his own pressed close. All of his problems and miseries were still there, but- for the moment, at least, it was becoming possible to not focus exclusively on them. If they would always be there, there was no need to keep revisiting them, after all. For a little while....]
As if stopping were still possible... I certainly have my doubts.
[So it was just giving in to a different sort of inevitability. But Emet-Selch didn't think anything would be likely to change it. They already knew how differently they felt regarding subjects such as humanity and its value; there weren't any unpleasant surprises left there. And if opposing moralities wasn't enough to dissuade....
What a strange, lingering result to being captured and tortured.]
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If he ever learns about what promises entail for pucas, Emet-Selch will certainly return to this moment in a slightly different way.
But for now: he takes in Mettaton's words, the way his lips had trailed over his face until they had reached his own. It had probably been the right thing to say. Even though Emet-Selch didn't believe it, didn't have any hope for it- an absurdity like that held more comfort than a realistic pledge. Refusing to acknowledge failure, rather than meekly accepting its inevitability--
What a troublesome man. It didn't change anything, but it felt better, somehow.]
...Then I'll hold you to that.
[It was no more possible, but apparently that didn't matter either. He presses back against his lips regardless. There was sensation and company, and the sensation of company.
His hand drifts from warm ears to brush the back of his fingers against the side of Mettaton's face, as he keeps his own pressed close. All of his problems and miseries were still there, but- for the moment, at least, it was becoming possible to not focus exclusively on them. If they would always be there, there was no need to keep revisiting them, after all. For a little while....]
As if stopping were still possible... I certainly have my doubts.
[So it was just giving in to a different sort of inevitability. But Emet-Selch didn't think anything would be likely to change it. They already knew how differently they felt regarding subjects such as humanity and its value; there weren't any unpleasant surprises left there. And if opposing moralities wasn't enough to dissuade....
What a strange, lingering result to being captured and tortured.]