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[ and 'ere was he good at giving her exactly what she wished-- well save one thing, and that had sundered their relationship far more keenly then anything else had to be perfectly honest, and so he let her go, his gloved hands falling to his sides and then he let out a rather indolent shrug even as he took a step backward and regarded her with a raise of his winged brow. ]
Ah, we were ever two exceedingly passionate individuals, all well and good until we are on opposite sides..
[ Why does her face heat up every time? Allumette averts her gaze briefly, before giving him a soft huff, rubbing her forearms. ]
Wouldn't we technically be just as passionate on opposite sides? That's what all the stories say. Twelve know that there are pages and pages of...
[ Her voice trails off and for a brief moment or two, she just stares at Emet-Selch with an expression that could only be described as a 'no... couldn't be'.
Those stories were just stories, right? He mentioned that they'd met before, often, even, and if that was true and they were always on opposite sides - more often than not - then that might mean... that at least one or two of those myths might actually be a retelling of...
No.
No, she can't think about this right now. She's already feeling faint. ]
Well, we've - I've discovered quite a lot already. I should probably head to sleep before anyone else figures out I'm awake.
[ ah yes, her line of thinking was starting to fall into just the right places-- for while they had been on the opposite sides, they did not start off in that precarious situation, once upon they had been working on the same side, back before Zodiark and Hydaelyn had even existed-- it was only with the advent of those that they both started to list toward a particular side, and it had been in that way that they had been torn asunder. However he did not speak on it, but his silence-- that was rather telling ]
Ah, but I should hate to keep you from your warm bed...
[ She had made her decisions and he had made his-- did not stop him from ever so often attempting to see if perhaps he could make he remember what they had shared, and he could tell that it was on the tip of her tongue, tip of her memory-- bits and pieces here and there. ]
I do sleep-- more then you'd give me credit for.
[ Ascians rarely slept however he tended to enjoy human actions, for all that he tended to mock the humans and their ways of life, perhaps why he spent whole lifetimes within a form unlike his brethren who made the jump whenever they felt that it would behoove them to. Not necessarily a liar-- except when it came to his own truths. ]
You seem perpetually tired, so I just assume you never get enough sleep. [ She waved his dismissive wave, lips pursed as she let out a soft huff.
Yet, even as she announces her leaving, she lingers, her back to him as she briefly pauses at the mouth of the cave. It takes her a moment, but she does look back to him. ]
Can I trust you'll actually keep this between us? I'd like to do this again. Not - not the dancing, so much, but...
[ These memories, trying to bubble up to the surface... ]
It comes back easier with you, and I can't deny my curiosity. If there's more to be learned, I want to learn it.
[ ... and no matter the life she had, the person she was, she'd always had a voracious drive to learn. ]
[ He watched her head back toward the cave mouth though the eyes that watched were rift wtih interest, but also there was a strange emotion just underneath the surface that he could not put a name to except maybe that it was somewhere between contentment and trepidation. He had always feared the sort of unknown that he himself couldn't control and right now he could see that in Alumette's mere presence.
But he'd known exactly what he was getting into when he approached the Scions back in the Courtyard of the Crystarium. Though he had alerted not a soul, he knew the part and parcel of her soul, it's very ins and outs since throughout time, he'd seen it emerge and then estinguish to varying degrees. ]
Do you honestly think that they would believe me, if I told them?
[ Oh come on, Emet-Selch knew how this game worked and he also knew that the Scions would call him a liar, they had called him as such many upon many a times. He would stand accused of lying, he'd really ought not bother to begin with. Yes, it would be their little secret and he'd not breath a word to them. ]
However how cladestine you are making it out to be-- makes me feel positively wicked to be sneaking abut just like this.
[ and no matter how it was painted? It still smelled of sneaking around. ]
[ Allumette's ears lower in uncertainty, pressing her hands together with pursed lips. ]
It's not sneaking around, it's just... selective knowledge.
[ As much of a 'hero' Allumette was - though she never believed in such a title - it was hard to deny that she was the type of hero that was unfailingly good. Allumette was kind, but she was used to keeping secrets. ]
They wouldn't believe you, and they'd probably think you sed -
[ Nope, seduced is a bad word here. ]
Corrupted me to your side, or... something, if I said anything. And I hardly need more fussing over right now.
[ But wasn't it? The fact that she could run to something counter of the Scions. Wasn't it exactly the words that she hadn't wanted to attribute to it? It wasn't a physical sense with which it was meant, but it was all the same-- luring her away with the promise of greater knowledge. He'd jump at it of course, in a heartbeat-- to teach her something that could possibly rile up her precious scions, an unholy pleasure that could be attributed to doing something a little bit wicked, exactly.
Tempting her with the fruit of knowledge and perhaps rewarding her with glimpses here and there of memories, to sweeten it. ]
As always, you know how to summon me whenever you wish-- just don't summon me where the light is too excessive, you'd be doing either of us no favors whatsoever.
[ allusion to the excess of light that near well burned him. Am Araeng before night touched it would be simply off the table unless it was under the guise of somewhere cool and dark. Rak'tika was different of course, the light was prevalent but the cover of trees for the large part shielded him from any lasting damage with excessive contact. ]
[ Allumette could see it in his face, at least partway: he absolutely thought it was exactly what she was avoiding.
And in truth, she knew that was what it was, too. She just... she didn't want to admit it! The minute she did it felt unheroic, and that's what she was here to prove: that she could be a hero like her friends were. She had to stay her course, no matter how loudly the siren song of buried memories called to her.
But... indulging once in a while...
That was okay, wasn't it? ]
I know, I'll stay conscious of the surroundings. Good night, dea - Emet-Selch.
[ She was going to have to watch her tongue from now on, huh? ]
sorry took so long-- was battling a bit of seasonal depression
[ Emet-Selch bowed to his Persephone, his Aphrodite-- so many goddesses throughout time contained into one individual casing. She had been them all over the course of the centuries. A bow executed, part gallantry and with no measure of mocking within it. He smiled though and the way that it touched the corner of his mouth seemed a bit wistfully ]
Sweet dreams, Alumette..
[ strange because he had not wished someone sweet dreams in a long time-- though it had been the same woman, but a different time ]
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It feels as if we've argued this before.
[ Ages ago, eons ago, on a star burning. Perhaps not that long ago, on another shard. History didn't repeat, but it rhymed. ]
You can let me go now. I'm righted.
[ Though she sounds too amused for her own good. Felt a bit like when he'd saved her from falling lifetimes ago. ]
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[ and 'ere was he good at giving her exactly what she wished-- well save one thing, and that had sundered their relationship far more keenly then anything else had to be perfectly honest, and so he let her go, his gloved hands falling to his sides and then he let out a rather indolent shrug even as he took a step backward and regarded her with a raise of his winged brow. ]
Ah, we were ever two exceedingly passionate individuals, all well and good until we are on opposite sides..
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Wouldn't we technically be just as passionate on opposite sides? That's what all the stories say. Twelve know that there are pages and pages of...
[ Her voice trails off and for a brief moment or two, she just stares at Emet-Selch with an expression that could only be described as a 'no... couldn't be'.
Those stories were just stories, right? He mentioned that they'd met before, often, even, and if that was true and they were always on opposite sides - more often than not - then that might mean... that at least one or two of those myths might actually be a retelling of...
No.
No, she can't think about this right now. She's already feeling faint. ]
Well, we've - I've discovered quite a lot already. I should probably head to sleep before anyone else figures out I'm awake.
Do you even sleep?
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Ah, but I should hate to keep you from your warm bed...
[ She had made her decisions and he had made his-- did not stop him from ever so often attempting to see if perhaps he could make he remember what they had shared, and he could tell that it was on the tip of her tongue, tip of her memory-- bits and pieces here and there. ]
I do sleep-- more then you'd give me credit for.
[ Ascians rarely slept however he tended to enjoy human actions, for all that he tended to mock the humans and their ways of life, perhaps why he spent whole lifetimes within a form unlike his brethren who made the jump whenever they felt that it would behoove them to. Not necessarily a liar-- except when it came to his own truths. ]
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Yet, even as she announces her leaving, she lingers, her back to him as she briefly pauses at the mouth of the cave. It takes her a moment, but she does look back to him. ]
Can I trust you'll actually keep this between us? I'd like to do this again. Not - not the dancing, so much, but...
[ These memories, trying to bubble up to the surface... ]
It comes back easier with you, and I can't deny my curiosity. If there's more to be learned, I want to learn it.
[ ... and no matter the life she had, the person she was, she'd always had a voracious drive to learn. ]
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But he'd known exactly what he was getting into when he approached the Scions back in the Courtyard of the Crystarium. Though he had alerted not a soul, he knew the part and parcel of her soul, it's very ins and outs since throughout time, he'd seen it emerge and then estinguish to varying degrees. ]
Do you honestly think that they would believe me, if I told them?
[ Oh come on, Emet-Selch knew how this game worked and he also knew that the Scions would call him a liar, they had called him as such many upon many a times. He would stand accused of lying, he'd really ought not bother to begin with. Yes, it would be their little secret and he'd not breath a word to them. ]
However how cladestine you are making it out to be-- makes me feel positively wicked to be sneaking abut just like this.
[ and no matter how it was painted? It still smelled of sneaking around. ]
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[ Allumette's ears lower in uncertainty, pressing her hands together with pursed lips. ]
It's not sneaking around, it's just... selective knowledge.
[ As much of a 'hero' Allumette was - though she never believed in such a title - it was hard to deny that she was the type of hero that was unfailingly good. Allumette was kind, but she was used to keeping secrets. ]
They wouldn't believe you, and they'd probably think you sed -
[ Nope, seduced is a bad word here. ]
Corrupted me to your side, or... something, if I said anything. And I hardly need more fussing over right now.
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Tempting her with the fruit of knowledge and perhaps rewarding her with glimpses here and there of memories, to sweeten it. ]
As always, you know how to summon me whenever you wish-- just don't summon me where the light is too excessive, you'd be doing either of us no favors whatsoever.
[ allusion to the excess of light that near well burned him. Am Araeng before night touched it would be simply off the table unless it was under the guise of somewhere cool and dark. Rak'tika was different of course, the light was prevalent but the cover of trees for the large part shielded him from any lasting damage with excessive contact. ]
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And in truth, she knew that was what it was, too. She just... she didn't want to admit it! The minute she did it felt unheroic, and that's what she was here to prove: that she could be a hero like her friends were. She had to stay her course, no matter how loudly the siren song of buried memories called to her.
But... indulging once in a while...
That was okay, wasn't it? ]
I know, I'll stay conscious of the surroundings. Good night, dea - Emet-Selch.
[ She was going to have to watch her tongue from now on, huh? ]
sorry took so long-- was battling a bit of seasonal depression
Sweet dreams, Alumette..
[ strange because he had not wished someone sweet dreams in a long time-- though it had been the same woman, but a different time ]
It shall remain ever our secret.