Plums! [ Chirped over the crashing waves of painful memory as he gazes up into Emet-Selch's eyes, meeting that focused scowl with a faint, warm smile. Then, softer, still somehow full of swagger in spite of the weakness threaded through his voice, each syllable carefully enunciated. ] I was aiming for grapefruit.
[ Unbearable, to be seen in so thorough a way. Stumbling, soft, learning moments, before time had made titanium of his heart, each one laid out vivid for Viktor to see. So many little details, slipping through his fingers before he can properly grasp them - too fast even were he well, and certainly not now, exhausted as he is. Still, it's an invasion. One Emet-Selch makes no move to stop - allows, because far more pressing than the knife edge ache of his worst memories is Viktor's safety.
Viktor bears witness to Emet-Selch's past, mistakes, fears, regrets. Each hurt rings in his heart, sharp as if the pain were his own. He lifts his other hand, slow, with effort, to cradle Emet-Selch's face in both his palms, gently holding his gaze. He is something precious, deserving of care, a soft touch. Love. ]
You are not a fool. And there is no shame in th-thinking of the future. To exist in this time, to look ahead and still see potential? 'Tis a marvel. H-how we will win this. By embracing what good might come.
[ He can feel the curtain fall between them, and it is an impossibly lonely moment. Necessary, but isolating. He lets his hands fall to his chest, still feeling weak, and makes no move to shift away from Emet-Selch's embrace. ]
Aside from the ch-chill, I am... well enough. And will t-tell you if that changes. [ Emet-Selch's aether fills him, and it feels almost like Hydaelyn's blessing. Except- Hydaelyn's Light had been warm, and her love absent. Here, now, though Viktor's fingers are numb, every thread, every atom, hums with the confirmation that he is loved. Loved enough to be let in. Loved enough to break a cardinal rule. ] There is nothing in your past, nor in your mind n-now, that could change how I look at you. Do not fret much over a mometary p-parting of our veil.
screaming crying throwing up rolling around in this tag like a dog
[ Unbearable, to be seen in so thorough a way. Stumbling, soft, learning moments, before time had made titanium of his heart, each one laid out vivid for Viktor to see. So many little details, slipping through his fingers before he can properly grasp them - too fast even were he well, and certainly not now, exhausted as he is. Still, it's an invasion. One Emet-Selch makes no move to stop - allows, because far more pressing than the knife edge ache of his worst memories is Viktor's safety.
Viktor bears witness to Emet-Selch's past, mistakes, fears, regrets. Each hurt rings in his heart, sharp as if the pain were his own. He lifts his other hand, slow, with effort, to cradle Emet-Selch's face in both his palms, gently holding his gaze. He is something precious, deserving of care, a soft touch. Love. ]
You are not a fool. And there is no shame in th-thinking of the future. To exist in this time, to look ahead and still see potential? 'Tis a marvel. H-how we will win this. By embracing what good might come.
[ He can feel the curtain fall between them, and it is an impossibly lonely moment. Necessary, but isolating. He lets his hands fall to his chest, still feeling weak, and makes no move to shift away from Emet-Selch's embrace. ]
Aside from the ch-chill, I am... well enough. And will t-tell you if that changes. [ Emet-Selch's aether fills him, and it feels almost like Hydaelyn's blessing. Except- Hydaelyn's Light had been warm, and her love absent. Here, now, though Viktor's fingers are numb, every thread, every atom, hums with the confirmation that he is loved. Loved enough to be let in. Loved enough to break a cardinal rule. ] There is nothing in your past, nor in your mind n-now, that could change how I look at you. Do not fret much over a mometary p-parting of our veil.