[The Ascian's plight over the Amaurotines, sacrificing and leaving them... It earns him a squeeze with his one arm, at best. Because there's no answer; they're both aware of the difficulty of the subject.
He has much to think on for himself, and Mettaton's tolerance for Emet-Selch's disregard for life wears on him. It wears on him in patience, sure, but it also wears on him in his own beliefs. Perhaps not in their worthiness for life (they are most certainly worthwhile!), but in other regards, the haunts of earlier conversation still nipping at him. His adoration for them, when they really do have the capacity to be so vicious. He doesn't want his views to be tainted like this. Unnerving.
The universe seems to see to it that people have their share of suffering, after all.
Taking to the affection readily, he presses into the Ascian in return. For as much as Emet-Selch troubles him and irritates him, there's no part of him that isn't drawn right back to him. Deeply, deeply fond of him, he can only smile at the feelings he harbors for Emet-Selch.]
You're cute. [A kiss against his head.] Thanking me for basic concern. Of course I'd care about your troubles, Hades-darling. I wish... my sentiment could do more.
[Who wouldn't feel strong consideration for his cause? It's basic compassion. It feels natural to him, to want to understand and to care about him.
The idol shifts his arms as though to scoop Emet-Selch closer to his body, the perfect sort of position he feels he could be in while pressed against him. Three rounds, maintaining such closeness by Bond, and then their usual troublesome discussions on life... It would be enough to cause anybody to tire somewhat, no matter what time of day it is.
All while he feels compelled to revisit an earlier curiosity. He smirks against his hair, even shifting eagerly in place with the recollection of something. Something a lot nicer to talk about in Mettaton's eyes, because he wanted to know.
He nuzzles his cheek against the Ascian, sighing at the feeling of his lover's closeness and wanting more to get closer. Pressing his fingers into his body and feeling the give of his figure is nice, something that lulls him into a sense of comfort with Emet-Selch's familiar body. Familiar, still baring all skin, still impossible for him to resist.]
What were your friends like, dear? I've been wanting to know. In temperament... in personality. [There's the memory of something, the haunts from an earlier conversation.] Or... Wait. Could it be? You said you attracted charming personalities such as myself, didn't you? That's right... Though it's not important what word you used specifically, I recall it was... "obnoxious." Haha. You deliberately miss the allure of our ways with words...
Were your friends the amiable sorts, drawn fatally to us as you are?
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He has much to think on for himself, and Mettaton's tolerance for Emet-Selch's disregard for life wears on him. It wears on him in patience, sure, but it also wears on him in his own beliefs. Perhaps not in their worthiness for life (they are most certainly worthwhile!), but in other regards, the haunts of earlier conversation still nipping at him. His adoration for them, when they really do have the capacity to be so vicious. He doesn't want his views to be tainted like this. Unnerving.
The universe seems to see to it that people have their share of suffering, after all.
Taking to the affection readily, he presses into the Ascian in return. For as much as Emet-Selch troubles him and irritates him, there's no part of him that isn't drawn right back to him. Deeply, deeply fond of him, he can only smile at the feelings he harbors for Emet-Selch.]
You're cute. [A kiss against his head.] Thanking me for basic concern. Of course I'd care about your troubles, Hades-darling. I wish... my sentiment could do more.
[Who wouldn't feel strong consideration for his cause? It's basic compassion. It feels natural to him, to want to understand and to care about him.
The idol shifts his arms as though to scoop Emet-Selch closer to his body, the perfect sort of position he feels he could be in while pressed against him. Three rounds, maintaining such closeness by Bond, and then their usual troublesome discussions on life... It would be enough to cause anybody to tire somewhat, no matter what time of day it is.
All while he feels compelled to revisit an earlier curiosity. He smirks against his hair, even shifting eagerly in place with the recollection of something. Something a lot nicer to talk about in Mettaton's eyes, because he wanted to know.
He nuzzles his cheek against the Ascian, sighing at the feeling of his lover's closeness and wanting more to get closer. Pressing his fingers into his body and feeling the give of his figure is nice, something that lulls him into a sense of comfort with Emet-Selch's familiar body. Familiar, still baring all skin, still impossible for him to resist.]
What were your friends like, dear? I've been wanting to know. In temperament... in personality. [There's the memory of something, the haunts from an earlier conversation.] Or... Wait. Could it be? You said you attracted charming personalities such as myself, didn't you? That's right... Though it's not important what word you used specifically, I recall it was... "obnoxious." Haha. You deliberately miss the allure of our ways with words...
Were your friends the amiable sorts, drawn fatally to us as you are?
[Not what Emet-Selch said, but okay, Mettaton.]