The leaving part was a little eventful, with Emet-Selch needing to avoid some of the shades who wished to speak with him, some trying to verify whether it is truly him, some others wanting to remind him the importance of the communal robes, and how through visual solidarity they combat the even burning embers of covetness and envy that was a core theme of the play they just watched!
Maybe that's a backhanded compliment? That Emet-Selch made towards himself? Don't think too hard about it.
Either way, once they are out of the building, the magic that maintains the illusion dissipates, leaving the inside of the building dusty and empty. A far cry from the wondrous splendor it was just a moment ago. Not that it matters, when Byleth pulls Emet into that kiss, and he fully allows himself to indulge in it, kissing him back with a similar fervor, lacking the usual restraint he ordinarily has.
Grani stares at them. Silently. Waiting.
Once the kiss breaks, Emet-Selch glances towards Grani, trying to recapture his restraint again, though he's likewise a little breathless from the kiss.
"Yes, shall we return to your abode or mine?" He's trying really hard to act like he doesn't have the same desire that's in Byleth's expression dripping from his own voice. He's so emotionally charged at the moment, so romantically fulfilled he can barely stand it. The heat to his cheeks and ears betrays his attempts to remain subtle about it almost as much as his voice.
Or if one were to be so inclined to peer below his waist, despite the layers of fabric, one might notice just how his excitement is beginning to manifest. He doesn't seem to notice, or he's trying to silently will it under control. Who knows!
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Maybe that's a backhanded compliment? That Emet-Selch made towards himself? Don't think too hard about it.
Either way, once they are out of the building, the magic that maintains the illusion dissipates, leaving the inside of the building dusty and empty. A far cry from the wondrous splendor it was just a moment ago. Not that it matters, when Byleth pulls Emet into that kiss, and he fully allows himself to indulge in it, kissing him back with a similar fervor, lacking the usual restraint he ordinarily has.
Grani stares at them. Silently. Waiting.
Once the kiss breaks, Emet-Selch glances towards Grani, trying to recapture his restraint again, though he's likewise a little breathless from the kiss.
"Yes, shall we return to your abode or mine?" He's trying really hard to act like he doesn't have the same desire that's in Byleth's expression dripping from his own voice. He's so emotionally charged at the moment, so romantically fulfilled he can barely stand it. The heat to his cheeks and ears betrays his attempts to remain subtle about it almost as much as his voice.
Or if one were to be so inclined to peer below his waist, despite the layers of fabric, one might notice just how his excitement is beginning to manifest. He doesn't seem to notice, or he's trying to silently will it under control. Who knows!