[It was, in so many ways, oddly humanizing of a man who had been able to pull life from the Flow, from a people who had been able to pull the strings of Fate and change the tides of worlds. Even immortality could not take away something as simple as the sensitivity of fingers, the small pleasure of warmth and wet and heat. Bringing themselves into bodies like this, or built into Amaurotians originally, one way or another, it was there within Emet-Selch as much as it was in Sigr or any other mortal soul on any of the worlds.
To discover this left Sigr's tail twitching, with tight pupils and hunger showing in them. He wanted to discover more.
All was fair in love and war, was it not, Emet-Selch?
Sigr had the powerful muscles of a man who spent much of the energies of his body on the movements of aether as much as the swing of a sword, and Emet-Selch would be able to feel that as he nosed, then dared to lick, over them. It brought a faintly shaking breath from Sigr, head tilting down so that he could meet the golden gaze 'speaking' to him from below.
A flash of fangs in a grin, answering. Yes. His own heaviness sat firm beneath the robes he wore, not nearly as layered as Emet-Selch's own, but it hardly mattered. If this was where they were going, it was more than eager and so was Sigr.]
There are better places that tongue can be put to use.
Basically, another day for him? :3
To discover this left Sigr's tail twitching, with tight pupils and hunger showing in them. He wanted to discover more.
All was fair in love and war, was it not, Emet-Selch?
Sigr had the powerful muscles of a man who spent much of the energies of his body on the movements of aether as much as the swing of a sword, and Emet-Selch would be able to feel that as he nosed, then dared to lick, over them. It brought a faintly shaking breath from Sigr, head tilting down so that he could meet the golden gaze 'speaking' to him from below.
A flash of fangs in a grin, answering. Yes. His own heaviness sat firm beneath the robes he wore, not nearly as layered as Emet-Selch's own, but it hardly mattered. If this was where they were going, it was more than eager and so was Sigr.]
There are better places that tongue can be put to use.