[Whether it resulted in a fight for control, or a more terrible cooperation, the outcome only bodes well for everyone.]
Normally I would be able to abandon a host at my choosing, but here.... [And with Mettaton not being certain if he could take it, it wasn't quite worth the risk of killing him just to see what happened.] Well- if something unfortunate should happen to this body, I expect you to be in attendance, prepared to claim any soul that might become dislodged.
[But Mettaton was being very distracting. Every shift of his body reminding Emet-Selch of every place they touched, everything they had done before. The hand slipping to his waist draws a shiver, a reflexive lean closer, tighter to him. The contact being soul-deep didn't help matters (or if viewed from another angle, helped matters considerably), such intimacy only inspiring the need for more of it.
And the very concept of being taken so completely... it both alarmed and fascinated him. After this long in solitude, could anything less even begin to satisfy his need for company? The thought brings a shudder to his body, a sharp breath, a lifted pulse- as though this were something that could even happen now, was anything to be frightened of or hopeful for.
The feeling of being wanted in such an absolute way leaves him breathless entirely, both at the depth of the feeling, and the realization of how much he wanted him in turn. By being taken, he could possess him as well...
What would that feel like? If it was anything like tempering, it would only be good. Lost in the thought for the moment, the intimacy of their souls, the way his body was beginning to respond to those shivers of arousal go unnoticed by him.]
Though... are you telling me you would let my soul go after you were done with it? How cold....
[Even if he should be more focused on the apparent ability to remove souls once obtained, on Mettaton's willingness to do so, or on being relieved at not having to spend eternity feeding some manner of dubious godhood... no, Emet-Selch is going to focus on being vaguely insulted that Mettaton could just... give him up, after all that.
His hand drags from the back of Mettaton's neck to his upper back, arm tense, as though trying to keep as much of him against himself as possible. Eyes open- though the Ascian can't see much, this close to the other's face- his lips linger at the corner of Mettaton's mouth. His voice is a soft hiss.]
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Normally I would be able to abandon a host at my choosing, but here.... [And with Mettaton not being certain if he could take it, it wasn't quite worth the risk of killing him just to see what happened.] Well- if something unfortunate should happen to this body, I expect you to be in attendance, prepared to claim any soul that might become dislodged.
[But Mettaton was being very distracting. Every shift of his body reminding Emet-Selch of every place they touched, everything they had done before. The hand slipping to his waist draws a shiver, a reflexive lean closer, tighter to him. The contact being soul-deep didn't help matters (or if viewed from another angle, helped matters considerably), such intimacy only inspiring the need for more of it.
And the very concept of being taken so completely... it both alarmed and fascinated him. After this long in solitude, could anything less even begin to satisfy his need for company? The thought brings a shudder to his body, a sharp breath, a lifted pulse- as though this were something that could even happen now, was anything to be frightened of or hopeful for.
The feeling of being wanted in such an absolute way leaves him breathless entirely, both at the depth of the feeling, and the realization of how much he wanted him in turn. By being taken, he could possess him as well...
What would that feel like? If it was anything like tempering, it would only be good. Lost in the thought for the moment, the intimacy of their souls, the way his body was beginning to respond to those shivers of arousal go unnoticed by him.]
Though... are you telling me you would let my soul go after you were done with it? How cold....
[Even if he should be more focused on the apparent ability to remove souls once obtained, on Mettaton's willingness to do so, or on being relieved at not having to spend eternity feeding some manner of dubious godhood... no, Emet-Selch is going to focus on being vaguely insulted that Mettaton could just... give him up, after all that.
His hand drags from the back of Mettaton's neck to his upper back, arm tense, as though trying to keep as much of him against himself as possible. Eyes open- though the Ascian can't see much, this close to the other's face- his lips linger at the corner of Mettaton's mouth. His voice is a soft hiss.]
Do you think I'd let you leave me...?