[ Indeed, what a way to be given direction-- though he did not expect anything less of the Warrior of Light to be honest, inadvertent though he was-- the aether did seem to shift around Sigr and in ways that Emet-Selch could not very well suss out yet, there was something exceedingly familiar about that aether and he could not very well put his finger upon it-- if he had been a little less distracted, perhaps he would of still puzzled over it.
Regardless of Amaurotine, Ascian or not-- Emet-Selch did take the opportunity afforded to him, the sheer desire in Sigr's eyes and of course that pressed him ever further to see how much he could get away with, how far he could go before this game was called.
Somehow, he did not think that there could potentially be a stopping point for the both of them right here in this moment, they were almost set on their path like a track and the only way was forward-- though most certainly he would stop at the veriest word from Sigr and then he'd chalk it up to a invariable win for Sigr.
And despite popular belief, Emet-Selch wasn't here with the Scions because he was assured of 'winning'-- if he had been hellbent on that particular route, there would've been no need to dip his oars into the waters of this entire mess. There was much more at stake here to Emet-Selch, things that he was invested in, and those things like cards he kept close to his chest. But here in this moment, he thought that there could be a small victory of sorts and so even as he lay reclined there, with Sigr somewhat straddling him, his fingers lightly started to trail down that chest until it came to robed skirt, and then his fingers very 'lightly' started to skirt from waistband and then following fabric ever downward, sensing out with touch where exactly the treasure was located underneath those robes
But he didn't break eye contact with Sigr, in what seemed like a new game that had drawn up between them, the game of constant eye contact ]
Emet-Selch just likes to live dangerously lol
Regardless of Amaurotine, Ascian or not-- Emet-Selch did take the opportunity afforded to him, the sheer desire in Sigr's eyes and of course that pressed him ever further to see how much he could get away with, how far he could go before this game was called.
Somehow, he did not think that there could potentially be a stopping point for the both of them right here in this moment, they were almost set on their path like a track and the only way was forward-- though most certainly he would stop at the veriest word from Sigr and then he'd chalk it up to a invariable win for Sigr.
And despite popular belief, Emet-Selch wasn't here with the Scions because he was assured of 'winning'-- if he had been hellbent on that particular route, there would've been no need to dip his oars into the waters of this entire mess. There was much more at stake here to Emet-Selch, things that he was invested in, and those things like cards he kept close to his chest. But here in this moment, he thought that there could be a small victory of sorts and so even as he lay reclined there, with Sigr somewhat straddling him, his fingers lightly started to trail down that chest until it came to robed skirt, and then his fingers very 'lightly' started to skirt from waistband and then following fabric ever downward, sensing out with touch where exactly the treasure was located underneath those robes
But he didn't break eye contact with Sigr, in what seemed like a new game that had drawn up between them, the game of constant eye contact ]