[ Surprise brightens Viktor's expression, mismatched eyes widening. Not so long ago, this conversation alone would have been an impossibility. Now, they navigate toward the unthinkable with impressive ease. Lowering their veil is a danger, both to Viktor's physical form and to this delicate thing they've only just cultivated - he knows that. And yet, it does not cow him. This is the right course. The swift path to stopping Meteion before even those pockets of gentle calm still lingering on the Source are burnt to nothing.
And it would be a lie to say that seeing with Emet-Selch's eyes, glimpsing the flurry of his mind once again aren't deeply, almost embarrassingly thrilling prospects. ]
I cannot imagine a situation in which spellwork would fail you, Emet-Selch. That does not number among my concerns. If- if you are comfortable doing this, I want to. 'Twould certainly ease learning the spell's make for me. [ Viktor reaches out, but does not grasp Emet-Selch's hand. Instead, he settles his palm upon the table, close enough to be an invitation for contact, without outright asking. ] And as to the matter of shared m-minds...
[ Viktor's gaze searches the room, as though he might pinpoint the right order for his scattered thoughts in its darker corners. Were it someone else, were it a Scion or a Sharlayan scholar or one of the countless people in need of saving, he would simply put on his hero's smile and tell them not to worry, that everything will be fine.
Hades is none of those. Hades sees through his smiles, veil or no. ]
Trust me when I say, there is nothing in your past that would change my dedication to our duty. [ He breathes, a hesitation, unsure if the rest is worth saying. ] Nothing there that could change how I feel about you now. And I would not hold your own thoughts, your own feelings against you. Nor would I... hold you to the same for me. But, should something painful float between us as we work, it- it is worth trying to overcome together, aye?
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And it would be a lie to say that seeing with Emet-Selch's eyes, glimpsing the flurry of his mind once again aren't deeply, almost embarrassingly thrilling prospects. ]
I cannot imagine a situation in which spellwork would fail you, Emet-Selch. That does not number among my concerns. If- if you are comfortable doing this, I want to. 'Twould certainly ease learning the spell's make for me. [ Viktor reaches out, but does not grasp Emet-Selch's hand. Instead, he settles his palm upon the table, close enough to be an invitation for contact, without outright asking. ] And as to the matter of shared m-minds...
[ Viktor's gaze searches the room, as though he might pinpoint the right order for his scattered thoughts in its darker corners. Were it someone else, were it a Scion or a Sharlayan scholar or one of the countless people in need of saving, he would simply put on his hero's smile and tell them not to worry, that everything will be fine.
Hades is none of those. Hades sees through his smiles, veil or no. ]
Trust me when I say, there is nothing in your past that would change my dedication to our duty. [ He breathes, a hesitation, unsure if the rest is worth saying. ] Nothing there that could change how I feel about you now. And I would not hold your own thoughts, your own feelings against you. Nor would I... hold you to the same for me. But, should something painful float between us as we work, it- it is worth trying to overcome together, aye?