[ Emet-Selch's menace finds his fingers entwined before he can slip away entirely, grasped by nothing but familiar, welcome warmth. Kept, as ever, by someone unseen. Funny, that he can feel it now. Funnier still that Emet-Selch should be concerned with losing track of him. Just as Hades swore to always answer the call of Azem, so too would Azem never conceal himself from his Emet-Selch completely.
Though chilled and tired after a long day, Viktor thinks not of heavy blankets or soft beds. Warming enough, the promise of adventure — real adventure, and not merely another necessary chore in dire need of doing to stave off the end of the world — had on a hunch, and taken not alone, but with one much beloved. Hades does not seem to share in his excitement. Later, once they've solved the mystery of this passage, Viktor will find a way to make it up to him.
With the shelf out of the way, Viktor paces deeper into the dark, catching cobwebs between his ears and swiping them away with a grumble. Before long the narrow passage widens, what little sound there is echoing deep. ]
Well. I'll need another b-bath after this. You? [ He's only half joking, but clamoring back into that oversized tub for a soak together does sound like a fine prize at the end of this excursion.
He keeps close to the wall as he moves, eventually pressing a palm to the packed earth walls and dragging fingers over the surface. Tiles. He feels tiles. ]
This calls to mind Gelmorran ruins. [ Viktor stops, calls light to his fingertips to get a closer look at what he's discovered. Glossy, black, etched with swirls — and then, out of the corner of his eye, further in the dark, something glints as it moves, many legs skittering further back into the dark.
Viktor peers back, where he knows Hades is, but cannot see. ] Extremely like Gelmorran ruins.
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Though chilled and tired after a long day, Viktor thinks not of heavy blankets or soft beds. Warming enough, the promise of adventure — real adventure, and not merely another necessary chore in dire need of doing to stave off the end of the world — had on a hunch, and taken not alone, but with one much beloved. Hades does not seem to share in his excitement. Later, once they've solved the mystery of this passage, Viktor will find a way to make it up to him.
With the shelf out of the way, Viktor paces deeper into the dark, catching cobwebs between his ears and swiping them away with a grumble. Before long the narrow passage widens, what little sound there is echoing deep. ]
Well. I'll need another b-bath after this. You? [ He's only half joking, but clamoring back into that oversized tub for a soak together does sound like a fine prize at the end of this excursion.
He keeps close to the wall as he moves, eventually pressing a palm to the packed earth walls and dragging fingers over the surface. Tiles. He feels tiles. ]
This calls to mind Gelmorran ruins. [ Viktor stops, calls light to his fingertips to get a closer look at what he's discovered. Glossy, black, etched with swirls — and then, out of the corner of his eye, further in the dark, something glints as it moves, many legs skittering further back into the dark.
Viktor peers back, where he knows Hades is, but cannot see. ] Extremely like Gelmorran ruins.