[ He doesn't know how not to worry, to plan for any and all eventualities. Viktor will try and Emet-Selch is not certain but he is hopeful the other man will succeed. For now, that hope is enough to keep him treading water, to keep him righted on this path they have chosen.
Viktor talks about this almost-plan with such certainty, with such clarity of purpose that Emet-Selch envies him for a moment. Viktor might feel that surety, but Emet-Selch himself feels unmoored, useless. The ability to reshape the Underworld is not one they will need to fight Meteion, and he'd tried with two of the other best minds of their past world to find her, unsuccessful. It is not that he doubts Viktor's ability, not after all that has occurred. Perhaps is it his own efficacy he doubts.
Viktor effortlessly distracts him from that train of thought, splaying his hands over the newly bared flesh of his chest, warm, rough skin pressed against his own, wresting a shuddering little breath in and out. There's nothing his quick wit offers up in response to Viktor's little declaration; Emet-Selch understands. Viktor slowly undoing each piece of his clothing, mapping out the expanse of skin with his hands directly after is far too distracting to manage more than a little hum at the back of his throat.
If Viktor intends to use Dynamis to combat Meteion, Emet-Selch now has two duties. The first, obviously, is to learn all that he can about something they barely considered real let alone viable, back in the past. The second, and perhaps even more daunting task, is figuring out how to synthesize that information into something one or either of them could use. ]
I believe you. That if anyone could find a way to manifest their will, 'twould be you. [ So it is said, uttered out loud without any hesitation or the shudder in his breath that is both nervousness at the intent behind Viktor's hands, and arousal. He will not, in fact, be doing the same trick. The robe is flicked away, landing silently upon the bed and Emet-Selch's eyes trail down to where Viktor's fingers linger near his half-hard cock. It is worse tonight, he thinks wryly. Before, the want had been something he could acknowledge, move past. Now, he found that same unanswered want has returned tenfold, anticipatory. ]
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Viktor talks about this almost-plan with such certainty, with such clarity of purpose that Emet-Selch envies him for a moment. Viktor might feel that surety, but Emet-Selch himself feels unmoored, useless. The ability to reshape the Underworld is not one they will need to fight Meteion, and he'd tried with two of the other best minds of their past world to find her, unsuccessful. It is not that he doubts Viktor's ability, not after all that has occurred. Perhaps is it his own efficacy he doubts.
Viktor effortlessly distracts him from that train of thought, splaying his hands over the newly bared flesh of his chest, warm, rough skin pressed against his own, wresting a shuddering little breath in and out. There's nothing his quick wit offers up in response to Viktor's little declaration; Emet-Selch understands. Viktor slowly undoing each piece of his clothing, mapping out the expanse of skin with his hands directly after is far too distracting to manage more than a little hum at the back of his throat.
If Viktor intends to use Dynamis to combat Meteion, Emet-Selch now has two duties. The first, obviously, is to learn all that he can about something they barely considered real let alone viable, back in the past. The second, and perhaps even more daunting task, is figuring out how to synthesize that information into something one or either of them could use. ]
I believe you. That if anyone could find a way to manifest their will, 'twould be you. [ So it is said, uttered out loud without any hesitation or the shudder in his breath that is both nervousness at the intent behind Viktor's hands, and arousal. He will not, in fact, be doing the same trick. The robe is flicked away, landing silently upon the bed and Emet-Selch's eyes trail down to where Viktor's fingers linger near his half-hard cock. It is worse tonight, he thinks wryly. Before, the want had been something he could acknowledge, move past. Now, he found that same unanswered want has returned tenfold, anticipatory. ]
Get in the bath before you freeze, or I do.