[Mettaton's frown upturns into a small smile as he feels somehow reminded of... something. The meaning of their relationship that neither of them could assign words to... As though feasting on Emet-Selch's ability to smile, Mettaton's smile grows as Emet-Selch's frown deepens.
He lifts a pointer finger, nodding shortly at Emet-Selch.]
It's simple, darling. Is the heart ever a rational thing? And do you think you and I would have a love we could ever put words to, if it feels this gripping to us now? No... I can't see myself being an easy lover to keep up with. Words wouldn't suffice.
[If it were a love he could describe the meaning of so simply, it wouldn't distract him this much. It wouldn't make him spill over to Emet-Selch so readily, it wouldn't lead him to seek him out again. It wouldn't soothe him in spite of that threat of blackmail. It wouldn't keep him company in a remote world away from his family and friends.
And he suspects that Emet-Selch is gripped by the feeling much like he is. They both levered it with sincerity, handling the echoes of romance like it struck them deeper than anyone else had.
But there was so remarkably little that he knew about Emet-Selch, and what kind of person he was. Volatile, he gathers that much. Focused, yet idle; he could see it when he cared little for something, and he could see it even more sharply when he did care. Dour, pessimistic... Why, he could see how he'd been drawn to him before, and he very nearly recalls chatting about it. They laid side-by-side, Emet-Selch tucked in his arms. In his memory he could feel him at his neck, busying himself with sharp gestures and tender ones, as Mettaton described the sentimentality of choosing his company... Not that this answered any of their wonderings succinctly, like why they fell in love, or how deep it ran.
He offers Emet-Selch a smile, though he glances away, a touch embarrassed. But only because he's bringing up how sexual their relationship seemed to run, so much so that any given memory felt like more than just one if he focused on, say, kissing down Emet-Selch's hips...
(He stops thinking about kissing Emet-Selch's hips.)]
I think... we were so amorous because we needed more than words to express ourselves. Does that ring a bell?
[And even if it rang a bell, Mettaton... was in agreement about the invasive nature of learning of all of this, something he hadn't heard of prior to arriving here. Why did this relationship exist, and why hadn't he known of it? Was he supposed to live a pleasant life rising to stardom on the Surface without knowing of this second life he'd been leading, or whatever this memory is supposed to be? Why were they exclusive, and why could he only recall it while in Nippon? It felt like something of betrayal, and it complicated the happiness of the life he'd been leading before. He was at war with himself: how could he be happy without this knowledge, and with it, how could he stand knowing he'd been without?
How tiresome indeed. Mettaton lowers his gaze in something of a nod at that, anyway. Tiresome, if not because of how complex things were.]
Well. Even so. Ready or not... We're going to learn whatever we can about our lives led in Aefenglom. [As soon as whatever it was clouding their memories of it lifted.]
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He lifts a pointer finger, nodding shortly at Emet-Selch.]
It's simple, darling. Is the heart ever a rational thing? And do you think you and I would have a love we could ever put words to, if it feels this gripping to us now? No... I can't see myself being an easy lover to keep up with. Words wouldn't suffice.
[If it were a love he could describe the meaning of so simply, it wouldn't distract him this much. It wouldn't make him spill over to Emet-Selch so readily, it wouldn't lead him to seek him out again. It wouldn't soothe him in spite of that threat of blackmail. It wouldn't keep him company in a remote world away from his family and friends.
And he suspects that Emet-Selch is gripped by the feeling much like he is. They both levered it with sincerity, handling the echoes of romance like it struck them deeper than anyone else had.
But there was so remarkably little that he knew about Emet-Selch, and what kind of person he was. Volatile, he gathers that much. Focused, yet idle; he could see it when he cared little for something, and he could see it even more sharply when he did care. Dour, pessimistic... Why, he could see how he'd been drawn to him before, and he very nearly recalls chatting about it. They laid side-by-side, Emet-Selch tucked in his arms. In his memory he could feel him at his neck, busying himself with sharp gestures and tender ones, as Mettaton described the sentimentality of choosing his company... Not that this answered any of their wonderings succinctly, like why they fell in love, or how deep it ran.
He offers Emet-Selch a smile, though he glances away, a touch embarrassed. But only because he's bringing up how sexual their relationship seemed to run, so much so that any given memory felt like more than just one if he focused on, say, kissing down Emet-Selch's hips...
(He stops thinking about kissing Emet-Selch's hips.)]
I think... we were so amorous because we needed more than words to express ourselves. Does that ring a bell?
[And even if it rang a bell, Mettaton... was in agreement about the invasive nature of learning of all of this, something he hadn't heard of prior to arriving here. Why did this relationship exist, and why hadn't he known of it? Was he supposed to live a pleasant life rising to stardom on the Surface without knowing of this second life he'd been leading, or whatever this memory is supposed to be? Why were they exclusive, and why could he only recall it while in Nippon? It felt like something of betrayal, and it complicated the happiness of the life he'd been leading before. He was at war with himself: how could he be happy without this knowledge, and with it, how could he stand knowing he'd been without?
How tiresome indeed. Mettaton lowers his gaze in something of a nod at that, anyway. Tiresome, if not because of how complex things were.]
Well. Even so. Ready or not... We're going to learn whatever we can about our lives led in Aefenglom. [As soon as whatever it was clouding their memories of it lifted.]