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I am almost colorblind. If you started to turn gray, I'd probably not be able to tell. Not that my eyes don't work, I can see catches of color if I truly concentrate. I'm just used to seeing the world a bit more vibrant.

[He taps his chin and then raises his hand to snap.

Above them flows what looks like an aurora borealis that floats like a stream in the sky. From a distant it looks near white, pales, perhaps a hint of green. If he examines closer, however, he'll quickly discover it is made up of uncountable motes of light each a unique color all their own.]

I am blessed with an ability to see souls. Strong enough that I can even pick out the individual colors among them. To this day, it still is jarring. Not knowing what a person's unique color is.

[If Caeli looks down at himself, he'll see the unique hue of his own soul with any oddities it might have picked up along the way. Maybe it is one color, maybe its two from his fall into the abyss. But whatever it is, it is uniquely his.

Emet's soul itself it two toned, the second color being foreign, but it looks so melded into his normal color that they look nigh inseparable.]

At least here, in dreams, I can show it to you.

[ this fun fact isn’t all that fun… especially not when he’s forced to come face to face with just how mangled his soul looks from the fall into the abyss, the strain it’s put under because of his delusion, and the wear and tear from his corruptions. ]

[ time to just ignore it! ] Does your soul look that way because you took over that body?

[ he folds his arms over his chest, as though that’d be enough to hide his soul from view. ] What does sensei’s soul look like?

His room is painted the color of it. The closest I can get to seeing it in the waking world. But it has its own oddities. Strange echos and edges that I can hardly place. I imagine it has to do with his abilities and their source.

And fear not. Your is not the worst I have met. I quite remember my jaw dropping to the floor when I first gazed upon Absinthe's.

[He taps his chest.]

If only that was the case. I wonder if this body even had a soul when the Production placed me in it.

Mine is this way because I am Tempered. Ever will I be a devout follower of His Grace. I respect you quite a lot, Caeli. This is not a secret I share with many.

Did he make it that color on purpose then, so you could see it, ..?

I wasn’t overly concerned about my soul compared to anybody else’s. [ there are very few people ( and their souls ) he legitimately gives a damn about. ]

I can’t imagine they bothered removing the previous owner’s soul, because everything done here seems half assed… but it’s not like it would really matter, right?

What does being tempered mean? I respect and trust you too… I don’t go around tell just anybody about my limited lifetime or what happened to me when I was a kid.

Ours has always been half sentimental, half work. There is a difference between reality and dreams of which is little surprise. Thus you will note the color slightly off. One wall was painted as it is in dreams and the other from his perfect illusion.

[He can’t help but laugh.]

Neither did Five when I showed him his own soul. Care, that is. I do hope you will come to appreciate it.

It means my will is strongly aligned with another. A devout follower of you will. Lord Zodiark is His name and He is quite literally a will given to our star. Not that I wouldn’t agree with Him were that not the case. He is our desires made manifest after all.

[ childe jabs emet right in the cheek. ] How cute. I enjoy seeing how happy the two of you make each other.

I'm not all that surprised... and maybe. Right now all of that isn't something I'm interested in thinking about. [ he's taken a big leap already. baby steps now. ]

...just a strange word for it then. [ because it makes it sound like he's poisoned or something. ] And what are your desires, Emet-Selch? [ he drags that same finger along the curve of his face and to his lips to tap thoughtfully. ] What are you and Lord Zodiark trying to accomplish?

You probably would not be interested in the academic conversation about alignment of aether around it.

[He also can’t think of it as a bad thing so. Oh well!]

Our desires. Only a little less grandiose than your own. Don’t be too disappointed.

I want to go home, that utopian place, and simply bask in the company of my loved ones. His is to be whole.

[He does lean forward to kiss him lightly, fingers raking over his chest and while the physical touch is there, there is definitely some soul petting involved.]

This is beautiful. No need to be ashamed of it.

I don’t mind listening. I’m sure it’s fascinating, but, hm~ maybe some other time.

I’m not disappointed. If our goals were the same, then I’d have to inevitably kick your ass. [ snickers. ] And becoming the strongest isn’t the only thing I’m interested in… but, ah, [ his hand drops to emet’s chest. ] I hope you can fulfill your desires alongside Lord Zodiark.

[ his instantly pales at the strange feeling of emet groping his soul, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints he tries to push him away. ] S- Stop, please… please stop.

[He does immediately pulling back.]

Does it…

What is wrong?

[ he staggers back and tries to cover his chest with his hands, the dream around them immediately plunged into the darkness of the abyss. ] … [ it takes him a couple of moments to get his breathing in order, small lights of soft blues and purples popping up around them to chase a little bit of the darkness away. ] Reminds me… reminds me of when I died for the first time. [ he digs his nails into himself. ]

[He takes a step forward. He's quite shorter than Caeli perhaps by half a foot as in dreams he always lets Five be taller.

He wraps his arms around him, chin on his shoulder.]

My apologies.

[For both the death and his actions.]

[ he's still shaking like a leaf, something he's pissed about, because he hates showing a weakness - dream or not. ] Some stupid girl took control of my body, possessed me, and it felt... similar...

I won't hurt you, Caeli. On that you have my word.

[He rubs his back up and down in a slow rhythmic gesture, kissing his neck softly.]

[ the darkness starts to wane, everything going back to the way it was before he had his mini freak out. childe expels a sigh, turning his head just enough enough to nuzzle into emet's. ]

Unless you ask for it, of course.

[He nips at him before hold him just a little tighter.]

I wouldn't want to bore you, after all.

You seemed to enjoy choking me. Are you, perhaps, a bit of a sadist? [ grabs a hold of emet’s shoulder and digs his nails in, smirking. ]

Very, very rarely. I know I have had a few that would have enjoyed it if I were more so.

[He smiles and leans in to kiss him lightly.]

But it is beautiful. Your soul.

[ his face colors and he shoves his hand against emet’s chest, hard. ] …stop saying that. [ /// ]

[He will falter backwards half a step and grab onto his arms to steady himself.]

But I get such a delightful reaction. Why would I not?

[ grumbles under his breath as he trails his hands down his front, the scene around them warping as he shoves emet onto a bed that's just appeared. how convenient~ ] Oh yeah? You like knocking me off kilter?

[He falls back with a laugh displaying himself as he reaches for the front of Caeli’s shirt to tug.]

Yes.

And assume you got permission. I did as well. But I still want to study your corruption after we play.

[ sets his hands on either side of emet's head and takes a seat on his hips, rocking back and forth with a smile. ] I did. I have his blessing~ though he did make a point to mention I not forget about him, but how could I. Five Sensei is too important for me to forget.

Fine. I can agree to those terms.

Neither of us could. Simple as that.

[He nips at his neck and squeezes his ass to encourage the rocking.]

Now. What do you like, Caeli? In dreams the possibilities are rather endless.

I’m interested to hear the sorts of things you’re into. You’ve had so many years to experiment~ so tell me, Emet, just what kind of kinky shit are you into. [ he stills, sitting back and setting a palm on his chest to splay his fingers out over his heart. ] I refuse to believe you’re vanilla.

You won’t believe me if I said cuddling was my most preferred?

[He lays there arms open in a inviting and unthreatening manner.]

Soul petting is my favorite, but we will work up to that on a future encounter.

[While Emet doesn’t move, Caeli will feel something start to slither up his legs and arms. Smooth, thick, rope? He doesn’t seem them at first when he looks down, but on closer inspection he sure is getting wrapped up in aetherical energy tendrils.]

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