[The Ascian was likewise unsure of the last time he'd been with someone like this. Not since he'd taken up this host again, certainly. And even in his host's original lifespan, it had been some years; he'd been very old for a long time. Though when it came to genuine closeness...
...not since Amaurot had fallen.
Not that he was sure what this was, exactly, only that he wanted it to continue, with more intensity than he expected from himself.]
Mm... I suppose 'tis only fair.
[As though that were the chief consideration.
Leaving her side with a final stroke, Emet-Selch brings his hand back up to meet hers at his collar. And though he's distracted momentarily by brushing his fingers over Mira's hand, he returns to task soon enough, unfastening the various ties to his shirt, and though the movement is steady, there's a certain impatience to it.]
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...not since Amaurot had fallen.
Not that he was sure what this was, exactly, only that he wanted it to continue, with more intensity than he expected from himself.]
Mm... I suppose 'tis only fair.
[As though that were the chief consideration.
Leaving her side with a final stroke, Emet-Selch brings his hand back up to meet hers at his collar. And though he's distracted momentarily by brushing his fingers over Mira's hand, he returns to task soon enough, unfastening the various ties to his shirt, and though the movement is steady, there's a certain impatience to it.]