[ He wants to trace that pout with his fingers. Wants to press his mouth there to taste the shape of it. Emet-Selch does neither and feels lesser for having not done so. Viktor's mind is working just as hard as his own does; Emet-Selch would have to be blind not to recognize the sight.
Then, Viktor folds in against him, warm and solid, openly affectionate and Emet-Selch doesn't flinch back, doesn't do more than sigh quietly and press his chin to the spot between Viktor's ears while Viktor thinks. He wants Viktor's hands back on him again. Greedily, selfishly wants Viktor working out the tension in muscles he's ignored otherwise, wants the warmth of his hands anywhere he can get them, as if he hadn't had nearly every ilm of Viktor pressed against him the last few bells. ]
Do you.
[ Not a question but a statement, murmured with smug satisfaction at the fact that Viktor has to remove himself from the situation enough to be able to give that proposal. He highly doubts he's going to agree to the proposal, but he'll always hear the options out. ]
Much as I greatly enjoy the idea of upsetting him - and please know, I do find it very appealing - I've tasks I do wish to tend to before it becomes too late in the afternoon.
[ Chasing the ghosts of asicans past, trying to solve a mystery he had a hand in creating the foundation for feels a little too much like paying penance for past mistakes. It is necessary work, though. A slew of not-quite-ascians with their powers, without their memories is an entirely different problem than the one they anticipated walking into but one they must contend with all the same. ]
I will, however, snoop through the cellars with you this evening if you like. [ He makes no attempt to close the distance, instead contenting himself with another tug at a damp curl, studying Viktor's expression like it's the first time he's seen it before, quietly admiring him. ]
You truly believed I was - to be clear- naked in the bath upstairs speaking to you instead of ushering you out, because I required privacy from you?
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Then, Viktor folds in against him, warm and solid, openly affectionate and Emet-Selch doesn't flinch back, doesn't do more than sigh quietly and press his chin to the spot between Viktor's ears while Viktor thinks. He wants Viktor's hands back on him again. Greedily, selfishly wants Viktor working out the tension in muscles he's ignored otherwise, wants the warmth of his hands anywhere he can get them, as if he hadn't had nearly every ilm of Viktor pressed against him the last few bells. ]
Do you.
[ Not a question but a statement, murmured with smug satisfaction at the fact that Viktor has to remove himself from the situation enough to be able to give that proposal. He highly doubts he's going to agree to the proposal, but he'll always hear the options out. ]
Much as I greatly enjoy the idea of upsetting him - and please know, I do find it very appealing - I've tasks I do wish to tend to before it becomes too late in the afternoon.
[ Chasing the ghosts of asicans past, trying to solve a mystery he had a hand in creating the foundation for feels a little too much like paying penance for past mistakes. It is necessary work, though. A slew of not-quite-ascians with their powers, without their memories is an entirely different problem than the one they anticipated walking into but one they must contend with all the same. ]
I will, however, snoop through the cellars with you this evening if you like. [ He makes no attempt to close the distance, instead contenting himself with another tug at a damp curl, studying Viktor's expression like it's the first time he's seen it before, quietly admiring him. ]
You truly believed I was - to be clear- naked in the bath upstairs speaking to you instead of ushering you out, because I required privacy from you?