The roots, then: the soul? He cannot think of what else Aepymetes-but-not would have meant. Better not to think of the creature at all, but neither of them have that luxury. ]
I see.
[ Viktor studies him, with a face that is his own, even if he's seen aspects of it on other shards, but with eyes- well. He tries to be satisfied at the idea that Viktor subconsciously remembered some element of what was and tries even harder not to be frustrated that it was not him that was remembered. Petty, useless thought. Hythlodaeus would mock him endlessly and Emet-Selch would deserve it. ]
Are you able to mo- Ah. So you are. [ His stomach jolts at the warm press of lips against his palm, the flicker of a smile starting, felt against skin he hadn't realized could be so sensitive. His voice stays steady, through sheer force of will. ]
No, we ought to eat. Both of us.
[ The last thing they need is for one of them - Viktor, because Emet-Selch has reserves to pull from - to pass out on the way home. As entertaining as it would be for Viktor to get the full treatment from the busybodies in the healing ward, Emet-Selch has little patience and does not relish the idea of having to explain any of what happened in terms they would understand. ]
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The roots, then: the soul? He cannot think of what else Aepymetes-but-not would have meant. Better not to think of the creature at all, but neither of them have that luxury. ]
I see.
[ Viktor studies him, with a face that is his own, even if he's seen aspects of it on other shards, but with eyes- well. He tries to be satisfied at the idea that Viktor subconsciously remembered some element of what was and tries even harder not to be frustrated that it was not him that was remembered. Petty, useless thought. Hythlodaeus would mock him endlessly and Emet-Selch would deserve it. ]
Are you able to mo- Ah. So you are. [ His stomach jolts at the warm press of lips against his palm, the flicker of a smile starting, felt against skin he hadn't realized could be so sensitive. His voice stays steady, through sheer force of will. ]
No, we ought to eat. Both of us.
[ The last thing they need is for one of them - Viktor, because Emet-Selch has reserves to pull from - to pass out on the way home. As entertaining as it would be for Viktor to get the full treatment from the busybodies in the healing ward, Emet-Selch has little patience and does not relish the idea of having to explain any of what happened in terms they would understand. ]