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Emet-Selch ([personal profile] unsundered) wrote 2020-05-04 01:51 am (UTC)

[Though he hadn't intended to take a walk of the evening as it settled into night, it wasn't an unpleasant experience. It may even have been a mildly pleasant one, due to any combination of factors. The simple change of scenery, the quiet of darkness, the company. Mettaton taking his hand felt wholly natural, fingers linking around his. Silently thinking on the different aspects of this experience, Emet-Selch finds it a difficult thing to quantify. It was something that shouldn't have struck him as at all strange- as surely this was the sort of activity people did, without thinking much of it?- but it was unusual for him.

Mettaton's vibrancy in regards to his theatrical future, his relief at the possibility that the secrets of his past might have gone unwitnessed by all others: it's all open and so easily visible, and moreover, easily felt, a shadow of it through the Bond, feelings completely alien in alignment.

...Being close to someone sure involved a whole lot of unsettling emotions. Though he was far less in tune with the romantic nature of much of anything, it did strike Emet-Selch as a sentimental moment, which puzzled him faintly. They weren't doing anything particularly special.

Mettaton's satisfaction with his human-shaped body was an understandable reaction; it was a substantial improvement over the last, which in itself was an improvement over not having a body at all. But to finally be able to express more and more as he wanted, to interact with the world on terms he found the most agreeable- it was no wonder that he was pleased with himself. ...While Emet-Selch would certainly love him regardless, were he reduced back to a rectangle, his current form was definitely the Ascian's preference.

Having his own mirror brought up has him glancing towards his Bonded again, not particularly surprised. Hearing that Mettaton had returned to it didn't bother him either; what did he have to hide from him? If anything, he would've been slightly offended if the idol hadn't gone back for another look. But as for what he saw, that gets an amused hum at his reaction. What an odd memory to get, though, something so recent and trivial.]


What a petty man... he knew entirely well he couldn't kill me that way.

[An idle scorn is more than evident in his tone; his disdain for his grandson seems greater than it is towards the average mortal, and he makes no attempt to hide it. Even being shot is clearly considered more of a nuisance, a sign of the man's childishness, rather than any kind of mortal insult. Not that having a body killed was pleasant, but he's gone through it thousands of times before, to no ill effect. He didn't change hosts often enough for it to become a detriment.

Returning to an earlier part of Mettaton's commentary, he hums again, more lightly as he replies.]


Ah yes- I've sired any number of children over the years, for one purpose or another. This host in particular has produced two... Varis being the offspring of the elder.

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