Oh, I have not pet many Hrothgar, to be sure however I can attest that your fur is the plushest-- very decadent, a verifiable feast for the fingers--
[ That was high praise coming from Emet-Selch though there was also no frame of reference there, however he chuckled all the same and then stroked against the fur and then allowed his fingertips to fall down a little bit further, so that he was catching the fur just underneath the ear, around the high cheekbones of Sigr, a movement that was all but indolent and slow, though also a proper respect for all cat-kind, which was of course something that carried over from his professed love for cats of the more domestic variety.
However Sigr was not domesticated-- that was nigh for certain. He could feel the energy inside of Sigr, how the other man honed it and melded it to him, there was the smell sweet smoke burning, mint and a lot of other tendrils that were a treat to the senses. He then lightly allowed his fingers to slide a little lower, to just against the jawline, gloved fingers lightly stroking there.
The Ascian trusted though that if he was overstepping, that Sigr would tell him that enough was enough. Despite being an all powerful Ascian, he did have a care for limits and bounderies which was why he disappeared so often after such sarcastic remarks, making himself absent so as to they could process his words, he gave them enough of his presence, but not too much.
After all, Emet-Selch was a little bit too much for anyone-- he had been told that many a times through different lifetimes and along different paths. But let it not be said that the Hrothgar did not intrigue him all the same-- ]
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[ That was high praise coming from Emet-Selch though there was also no frame of reference there, however he chuckled all the same and then stroked against the fur and then allowed his fingertips to fall down a little bit further, so that he was catching the fur just underneath the ear, around the high cheekbones of Sigr, a movement that was all but indolent and slow, though also a proper respect for all cat-kind, which was of course something that carried over from his professed love for cats of the more domestic variety.
However Sigr was not domesticated-- that was nigh for certain. He could feel the energy inside of Sigr, how the other man honed it and melded it to him, there was the smell sweet smoke burning, mint and a lot of other tendrils that were a treat to the senses. He then lightly allowed his fingers to slide a little lower, to just against the jawline, gloved fingers lightly stroking there.
The Ascian trusted though that if he was overstepping, that Sigr would tell him that enough was enough. Despite being an all powerful Ascian, he did have a care for limits and bounderies which was why he disappeared so often after such sarcastic remarks, making himself absent so as to they could process his words, he gave them enough of his presence, but not too much.
After all, Emet-Selch was a little bit too much for anyone-- he had been told that many a times through different lifetimes and along different paths. But let it not be said that the Hrothgar did not intrigue him all the same-- ]