[You really going to sit on a gravestone.......................okay. Fine. If he was a priest, which he isn't, he might take offense, but here he is, sitting on the nearest one.]
[He'll just move Emet's hand to run his fingers over it gently, tracing over the lines as he speaks.]
Yes. I have not quite heard of any other worlds with something similar, at least in function-- in name, yes, but never the same. Even so, one cannot help but feel some slight kinship.
Far from it. 'Tis part of the world itself, woven both within and without, bearing the aether of departed souls within its eternal flow; truly something to look upon.
I would show it to you, someday, if it were possible... but even if I could return, I believe you would not have the sight for it.
[he seems to relax into the touch the longer it continues, with less of the habitual weight upon his shoulders.]
When outside of a mortal vessel, only those with a particular blessing will perceive my kind-- though 'tis possible that others outside my world could, I suppose. But we have vast reserves of aether compared to the people of the present day, as well.
One could say so, yes. If you require an example...
[his thumb brushes hansa's cheek without really considering it, a thoughtless but somehow comfortable gesture; his voice is slightly distant when he speaks.]
In at least one shard of our world, the ruins of Amaurot yet exist, deep beneath the ocean's waves. Upon its resting place did I create the city itself anew, each stone woven of aether and memory.
[That's nowhere even the level of a bunch of mages at once, and here Emet-Selch is saying it like its just a piece of cake.]
[He's calm as the man strokes his cheek, his lips pursed before he chuckles lightly to himself.]
Next you'll be telling me you can fly, or shoot lasers out of your eyes, or other things like that. I think you could give all the mages in my world a run for their money.
[He says, fondly - and with a turn of his head, he places a kiss against the man's palm.]
Well, I appreciate it. I mean, I don't exactly want to go out there and massacre the bunch, but it would be nice to see some fear in their eyes. You know, from a totally "neutral" standpoint.
I know, but with everything that's happening, it just feels like we can't sit back and relax.
[His head feels a little funny, like, this is so much all at once - he was just comfortable before, to be in the other man's presence, and now he just feels he wants to do all of this, like a school boy shy about being able to hold hands with his crush all he wants.]
[Oh, good old love arrows.]
So I kind of just want to make the most of it. You get that, right?
Mm. Then I'm glad that...despite that, you're happy to be with me and with Alex. I don't mind being seen that way. I want to live life happily and freely and enjoy everything it has to offer, even if its short.
[His fingers caress the back of the other's hand, lightly.]
And if that makes you happy, being with us as we are, then I know I've done my job. Haha.
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[He smirks, moving closer and giving the man's hand a squeeze.]
Is there even a place to sit, here?
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[he's just settling in to sit on top of one of the taller stones. there's your answer about seats, hansa.]
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[He'll just move Emet's hand to run his fingers over it gently, tracing over the lines as he speaks.]
Do you think the dead are actually buried here?
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[so there's also your answer about why he's sitting on the gravestone. he just lets hansa do as he wishes, not pulling his hand away.]
Save for the pirate incident, there are never others here; this is likely just a part of the area. But I find myself drawn to it, regardless.
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[Its soothing, looking over Emet's hand, but he glances up when the other continues, smiling to himself.]
But of course you would be. Connections to the Underworld, and all.
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[he idly laces their fingers together.]
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[He smiles fondly as their hands interlace, but it just...doesn't feel like enough.]
At least, what I saw of your world...its not the dark pit that people think it is in mine.
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I would show it to you, someday, if it were possible... but even if I could return, I believe you would not have the sight for it.
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[Like looking at a god.]
[His thumb makes circles over the back of the other's hand.]
Is it true, what you told Chiron? That you're practically made of magic?
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[he seems to relax into the touch the longer it continues, with less of the habitual weight upon his shoulders.]
When outside of a mortal vessel, only those with a particular blessing will perceive my kind-- though 'tis possible that others outside my world could, I suppose. But we have vast reserves of aether compared to the people of the present day, as well.
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[He pauses, before drawing the man's hand up to place against his cheek, resting against it. Sorry. He just wants more touch.]
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[his thumb brushes hansa's cheek without really considering it, a thoughtless but somehow comfortable gesture; his voice is slightly distant when he speaks.]
In at least one shard of our world, the ruins of Amaurot yet exist, deep beneath the ocean's waves. Upon its resting place did I create the city itself anew, each stone woven of aether and memory.
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[That's nowhere even the level of a bunch of mages at once, and here Emet-Selch is saying it like its just a piece of cake.]
[He's calm as the man strokes his cheek, his lips pursed before he chuckles lightly to himself.]
Next you'll be telling me you can fly, or shoot lasers out of your eyes, or other things like that. I think you could give all the mages in my world a run for their money.
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[a hint of amusement, there.]
I do have the feeling you will not find yourself troubled overmuch by these mages, should things proceed as discussed.
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[He says, fondly - and with a turn of his head, he places a kiss against the man's palm.]
Well, I appreciate it. I mean, I don't exactly want to go out there and massacre the bunch, but it would be nice to see some fear in their eyes. You know, from a totally "neutral" standpoint.
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[his hand shifts after that kiss to toy with a lock of hansa's hair, with a light tug at it.]
You have grown quite forward with me, haven't you.
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[He chuckles at that, his smile almost looking sheepish.]
Maybe I just want to catch up a little after ten years?
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[it could sound way more judgmental than it does. even afflicted to be affectionate, he's a patient man.]
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[His head feels a little funny, like, this is so much all at once - he was just comfortable before, to be in the other man's presence, and now he just feels he wants to do all of this, like a school boy shy about being able to hold hands with his crush all he wants.]
[Oh, good old love arrows.]
So I kind of just want to make the most of it. You get that, right?
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[a slight shake of his head.]
It is strange to consider it might be so.
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That's right. Immortals have to see time in a different way, but I guess...the urgency here isn't exactly a common thing for you.
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[It makes him drift into thought for a moment, a hum at the back of his throat.]
I guess to you, I must seem like a mayfly, living and dying for a day.
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[and yet it appears even a heart like his is a fickle thing. he'd resolved the last time was only a momentary lapse-
here he is once more, though, and his own existence has become something equally fleeting.]
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[His fingers caress the back of the other's hand, lightly.]
And if that makes you happy, being with us as we are, then I know I've done my job. Haha.
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1/2 god this is long i'm sorry
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