[It would go perfectly. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Not like Emet-Selch would find himself with any upper hand over Mettaton, no way. (But Mettaton is bossy. Granted the resolve he could borrow from the Ascian, he might be able to match him, at least.)]
I told you. You would have to break ties with this body of yours, first... Likely, via death. However you might normally leave it. I wouldn't like that. [Mentioning his body earns a caress of Mettaton's hand against his back, following his shoulder blade and moving down to his waist.] And then, we're still... here. I can't even see souls anymore. I doubt I could take them, as I am.
Ooh, but if I could. If only I could. You might be right, darling...! I wonder what power your soul would guarantee? And how would it feel to have you...?
[Stressed less on his want to have someone like him, and more emphasis on having Emet-Selch. He shifts against his lover's body energetically, seeming to desperately covet something so vital to his being. All that mattered was that it could persist beyond his body, and it was as good as his. There's not much desire for power in his want, but his want is there all the same. The want that comes with wanting to have Emet-Selch, but having limited avenues to take.
It's far more basic than the craving for power. It's the lust for his love, another simple want, easily distinguishable in the feverish edge a kiss to his cheek takes. Close proximity to the Ascian is too much for him after a long time spent without touch, and he wants it however he can get it, smiling against his lips and his skin.]
I wonder if it wouldn't count as more than one. And, accustomed to taking on new hosts as you are... Surely, you could simply take a new body once I was through with you. Humans eventually perish without a body, but you...
[Squirming closer again, and this time rubbing his cheek against him. Feeling Emet-Selch's powerful being against his own in more than one way in this moment makes him feel safe, but he finds himself enticed by closeness to him, someone who grows more and more familiar by the second. The room is still hazy to him, the choice to bridge such a gap robbing him of sense as he is.
He places a kiss closer to his lips this time.]
Though, I like this body. [He's distracted, and he falls into him some more in a sigh.] Ah... You dazzle me, Hades, dearest.
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I told you. You would have to break ties with this body of yours, first... Likely, via death. However you might normally leave it. I wouldn't like that. [Mentioning his body earns a caress of Mettaton's hand against his back, following his shoulder blade and moving down to his waist.] And then, we're still... here. I can't even see souls anymore. I doubt I could take them, as I am.
Ooh, but if I could. If only I could. You might be right, darling...! I wonder what power your soul would guarantee? And how would it feel to have you...?
[Stressed less on his want to have someone like him, and more emphasis on having Emet-Selch. He shifts against his lover's body energetically, seeming to desperately covet something so vital to his being. All that mattered was that it could persist beyond his body, and it was as good as his. There's not much desire for power in his want, but his want is there all the same. The want that comes with wanting to have Emet-Selch, but having limited avenues to take.
It's far more basic than the craving for power. It's the lust for his love, another simple want, easily distinguishable in the feverish edge a kiss to his cheek takes. Close proximity to the Ascian is too much for him after a long time spent without touch, and he wants it however he can get it, smiling against his lips and his skin.]
I wonder if it wouldn't count as more than one. And, accustomed to taking on new hosts as you are... Surely, you could simply take a new body once I was through with you. Humans eventually perish without a body, but you...
[Squirming closer again, and this time rubbing his cheek against him. Feeling Emet-Selch's powerful being against his own in more than one way in this moment makes him feel safe, but he finds himself enticed by closeness to him, someone who grows more and more familiar by the second. The room is still hazy to him, the choice to bridge such a gap robbing him of sense as he is.
He places a kiss closer to his lips this time.]
Though, I like this body. [He's distracted, and he falls into him some more in a sigh.] Ah... You dazzle me, Hades, dearest.