weenwoon | Imeeji IC Inbox

[His brain obviously makes the connection between the two, but his heart absolutely does not want to believe it. And when the two come into conflict one tends to win out.]

What do you mean?

[He takes a deep breath, feeling strangely unsettled himself.]

What if it's not a memory that was taken from you by the Production, but a memory that was taken from you during your life?

Had I thought any of that to be true, I would have returned straight to the Convocation, worries of the appointment of Fandaniel be damned. Why would I stay in Elpis?

Perhaps there was a believable enough explanation that made you stay... or some other reason. I fear I do not know enough, my friend.

[He pauses, thinking.]

In my own memory, there was someone that Alphinaud told me was the Warrior of Light. Perhaps if they were there in Elpis with us somehow, they are connected with all this, too...

Impossible and improbable.

[His stubborn streak is showing.]

Not that I could even ask. They have departed.

[... the stubbornness is cute, honestly. Apart from the times when it's a pain.]

I said the same, and was told that it would be not the first time the Warrior has done something that is both impossible and improbable.

Then I simply refuse that they left our world to die.

[Look he doesn't know the specifics.]

[NEITHER DOES HE, ALAS.]

I know them much less than you do, so it is not for me to say. But I think it must all be connected somehow. If only we had anyone else who was present there at the time... but I suppose my memories might reveal something in time, as well.

... I thought you wished to avoid them.

On my own, yes. But it is much easier to deal with them if it's for the sake of getting our home back, or helping you deal with your own.

[He leans up to kiss his temple.]

This. This I have missed.

[He blinks in surprise, feeling a little flustered for some reason.]

... What do you mean?

The collaboration. The push that is uniquely you. I undoubtedly lost my conscience after the myriad of years, but you were as much a guiding hand as you were a mischief maker.

[... FOR SOME REASON THAT'S REALLY EMBARRASSING. He huffs, pushing at Emet's face gently but then pinching his cheek.]

Hmm. Is that so? Then that means you have to listen to what I say.

Absolutely not.

[He laughs not offended by the cheek pinching because he believes he is winning.]

Oh? Are you blushing? Just because of that praise.

[HUFFS! No, he absolutely doesn't latch onto any indication that Emet needs or wants him, nor does he crave every bit of praise from him. Don't be ridiculous. Hmph.]

I'm not blushing. Your eyes must be getting bad.

[He keeps eye contact as he takes his hands kissing each on the knuckles.]

If you say so, my dear.

[YOU ARE THE WORST. He tries his best to stay calm and succeeds for all of two seconds maybe. He does blush deeply but does not try to take his hands away in the least, instead just frowning and almost pouting in embarrassment.]

Why are you--didn't you just say that you refuse to listen to what I say?

[This is exceedingly cute and he keeps holding his hands.]

I said I refute the ridiculous notion of my memories. Not that I refute you or your words.

'Tis a rare treat to see you this flustered.

[He leans forward and kisses his cheek.]

[WORST!!! But the worst part is that he can't deny that this is nice. Having Emet pay attention to him is nice, and sometimes he doesn't even want to get the upper hand again.

He huffs, but tips his head into the cheek kiss just slightly.]

If it's rare, then isn't it your own fault for not working harder to fluster me?

[Yes, this does technically mean he's admitting to being flustered, but shhhh.]

[He just lets out a laugh, warm for a change, as he tilts his head further to kiss his jaw then his neck.]

Are you admitting to enjoy being bullied, Hythlodaeus.

[He sucks in a sharper breath, blushing again, and gives Emet a nudge in the side - token resistance, really, because he's not actually pushing him away.]

Absolutely not.

[Absolutely yes. Two can play at the tsundere game!]

[Undeterred, he's just going to bite his neck! Well, give him a hicky mostly, but that's less dramatic.]

[RUDE!!! BULLY!!! He makes a noise between a squeak and a whimper, digging his fingers into Emet's shirt. But doesn't resist. He hates that this feels nice and that he wants it, because it also means admitting defeat!]

[He captures his face in both hands when he's done abusing his neck. With a fond expression, he gives him the softest peck on the nose before saying 'I love you' in that warbled language of theirs.

And yes, he does love winning.]

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