[Mettaton finds himself dazed, exhaling at the sensation tightening about him on such a distinct level. It's almost familiar, interacting with someone else's soul directly, though he's never had such an encounter like this. If Emet-Selch's wondering if he might crush him, is that an explanation of this behavior...? Interesting.
It's true. The Ascian's taken him in so thoroughly that he's glad tempering isn't contagious, because he'd be done for. He gets the joy instead of Emet-Selch winding about his very essence like vines, and Mettaton hums, the shift in feeling as if he's leaning into his lover.
Mettaton's experience is too limited to humans and monsters to say any differently, but if he were forced to guess in the moment, he'd say such inordinate size is a trait unique to the Amaurotine. It would further explain why Emet-Selch is so appalled by fractures of a soul.
With his hands having drifted to Emet-Selch's upper back, he begins a pattern of tracing over the entire expanse of his back. He's warm, pleasant, soft, and Mettaton doesn't want to miss a moment of him.]
Yours feels like the biggest soul I've ever encountered. The strength of it is... staggering. [Mettaton talks on a smile, like he's thrilled at what he feels of him; he even takes a hand to fan himself dramatically before returning it to Emet-Selch's back.] Any perceived ability to crush me doesn't surprise me, considering how delicate my soul must feel. Especially compared to this.
[By this, he refers directly to the magnitude of Emet-Selch, giving to that tightening grip by nudging closer yet. If he wants to envelop his soul, he's free to — Mettaton considers that as good as having him in return.]
My body does offer more protection than most of my kind's afforded, yes. Any attack fueled by cruelty could instantly kill any monster, but I could probably survive it... Cruelty's all it takes to kill one of us, otherwise. Strength is arbitrary. So I hope your curiosity in crushing me... is fueled by love, instead. Since you have such exclusive access to me...
[Cruelty's so easy to come by, however. They must be easy to kill.]
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It's true. The Ascian's taken him in so thoroughly that he's glad tempering isn't contagious, because he'd be done for. He gets the joy instead of Emet-Selch winding about his very essence like vines, and Mettaton hums, the shift in feeling as if he's leaning into his lover.
Mettaton's experience is too limited to humans and monsters to say any differently, but if he were forced to guess in the moment, he'd say such inordinate size is a trait unique to the Amaurotine. It would further explain why Emet-Selch is so appalled by fractures of a soul.
With his hands having drifted to Emet-Selch's upper back, he begins a pattern of tracing over the entire expanse of his back. He's warm, pleasant, soft, and Mettaton doesn't want to miss a moment of him.]
Yours feels like the biggest soul I've ever encountered. The strength of it is... staggering. [Mettaton talks on a smile, like he's thrilled at what he feels of him; he even takes a hand to fan himself dramatically before returning it to Emet-Selch's back.] Any perceived ability to crush me doesn't surprise me, considering how delicate my soul must feel. Especially compared to this.
[By this, he refers directly to the magnitude of Emet-Selch, giving to that tightening grip by nudging closer yet. If he wants to envelop his soul, he's free to — Mettaton considers that as good as having him in return.]
My body does offer more protection than most of my kind's afforded, yes. Any attack fueled by cruelty could instantly kill any monster, but I could probably survive it... Cruelty's all it takes to kill one of us, otherwise. Strength is arbitrary. So I hope your curiosity in crushing me... is fueled by love, instead. Since you have such exclusive access to me...
[Cruelty's so easy to come by, however. They must be easy to kill.]