[Sighing very quietly, Emet-Selch settles into the moment. Even sitting up like this he thought he might drift off; the nuzzling and petting was most soothing, and Mettaton's very presence moreso. Something so strange, and something he's not sure if he'd ever get used to- the chance to let go, if just a bit, to trust in someone enough to be at ease like this. To fall asleep without concern, despite having little capacity for defending himself. It was something he felt very fortunate to possess, even if being made more conscious of it in a moment like this was, perhaps, leaning towards the unfortunate side of things.
But he was warm and safe; he couldn't take either of those things for granted.
Even if it would've probably been better for them both for this whole incident to be avoided, the degree to which he felt looked after, cared for- the gentle side of possession- was something he still had a hard time grasping. Nearly as difficult was the awareness of love experienced to this degree, and he's not sure if the unsteadiness that he continues to feel is a result of that, or the loss of blood.
(And 'Useful' was still a reasonably-high compliment for a human from the Ascian, really. Something that any insect should be grateful for.)]
No doubt we'll find- something. Determined as we are.
[There was still an endless amount to catch up on, affections that couldn't be expressed only once. Mettaton could still take his blood, bruise and bite him (Emet-Selch didn't see the point of stopping something they both enjoyed just because of a single overindulgence), just not, perhaps, to this degree. Which only meant spreading that intensity into other aspects. No reduction in it, only more ways to express it... yes. Dying was best avoided.
(Even if 'death by amorous puca-bite' would've been a unique one for the Ascian.)
Mettaton's prophetic senses are working so well today (even if his danger sensing ones were briefly offline), as the Ascian makes a soft noise of assent at the suggestion of rest. Apart from being sore and achy, he was mostly just tired, and letting his body get on with replenishing its blood supply was probably the best thing either of them could do for him.]
And... I think sleep will suffice for now.
[Said as he attempts to shuffle back down against the mattress without losing any bit of that contact with the robot. Even if physical comfort wasn't going to be a part of his near future, he knew he'd be able to sleep regardless. He always could, and now he had a fine excuse to stay in bed for a while and not move. Truly, every encounter with Mettaton had its advantages....]
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But he was warm and safe; he couldn't take either of those things for granted.
Even if it would've probably been better for them both for this whole incident to be avoided, the degree to which he felt looked after, cared for- the gentle side of possession- was something he still had a hard time grasping. Nearly as difficult was the awareness of love experienced to this degree, and he's not sure if the unsteadiness that he continues to feel is a result of that, or the loss of blood.
(And 'Useful' was still a reasonably-high compliment for a human from the Ascian, really. Something that any insect should be grateful for.)]
No doubt we'll find- something. Determined as we are.
[There was still an endless amount to catch up on, affections that couldn't be expressed only once. Mettaton could still take his blood, bruise and bite him (Emet-Selch didn't see the point of stopping something they both enjoyed just because of a single overindulgence), just not, perhaps, to this degree. Which only meant spreading that intensity into other aspects. No reduction in it, only more ways to express it... yes. Dying was best avoided.
(Even if 'death by amorous puca-bite' would've been a unique one for the Ascian.)
Mettaton's prophetic senses are working so well today (even if his danger sensing ones were briefly offline), as the Ascian makes a soft noise of assent at the suggestion of rest. Apart from being sore and achy, he was mostly just tired, and letting his body get on with replenishing its blood supply was probably the best thing either of them could do for him.]
And... I think sleep will suffice for now.
[Said as he attempts to shuffle back down against the mattress without losing any bit of that contact with the robot. Even if physical comfort wasn't going to be a part of his near future, he knew he'd be able to sleep regardless. He always could, and now he had a fine excuse to stay in bed for a while and not move. Truly, every encounter with Mettaton had its advantages....]