Stumbling into the shade turns into a welcome reprieve. It's nice to be able to sit without the oppressive sun beating down on them, and it gives Emet-Selch a break from his graceless fumbling. (Though he will insist on having been graceful enough.)
He hums in agreement. "I much prefer the shade, yes." It takes effort to keep his words clear, and it's debatable how much he takes from Hythlodaeus holding his hand, but he accepts it all the same.
A long breath escapes as he lets the feeling within him settle; The exciting, infatuating, all-consuming feeling of love for his dearest friend. The age-old feeling certainly hasn't wavered over the years, though it did lay dormant for a time - a time long ago when he had tried to drive all the love from his heart. Now he must consider how foolish it is to hold onto that feeling. He had loved his friend since they were young, but Hythlodaeus caught everyone's eye (something that still prevails here, evidently) and he would often humor them in return. Is it foolish to think these gestures now are genuine affection?
He leans to one side and lets his head rest on his friends. Perhaps it doesn't matter at this moment. Here, the noise of reckless celebration is far away and he can look out on the crowd. "So many were delighted to see the memories I conjured at the Reflecting Pool." A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "T'was like the days of eld where we would help who we may, and see their faces light up at the miracles we performed."
Emet-Selch had acted as though conjuring memories was of little significance. It is only his friend who would be privy to the truth of what it all meant.
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He hums in agreement. "I much prefer the shade, yes." It takes effort to keep his words clear, and it's debatable how much he takes from Hythlodaeus holding his hand, but he accepts it all the same.
A long breath escapes as he lets the feeling within him settle; The exciting, infatuating, all-consuming feeling of love for his dearest friend. The age-old feeling certainly hasn't wavered over the years, though it did lay dormant for a time - a time long ago when he had tried to drive all the love from his heart. Now he must consider how foolish it is to hold onto that feeling. He had loved his friend since they were young, but Hythlodaeus caught everyone's eye (something that still prevails here, evidently) and he would often humor them in return. Is it foolish to think these gestures now are genuine affection?
He leans to one side and lets his head rest on his friends. Perhaps it doesn't matter at this moment. Here, the noise of reckless celebration is far away and he can look out on the crowd. "So many were delighted to see the memories I conjured at the Reflecting Pool." A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "T'was like the days of eld where we would help who we may, and see their faces light up at the miracles we performed."
Emet-Selch had acted as though conjuring memories was of little significance. It is only his friend who would be privy to the truth of what it all meant.