"Of course, I know how to treat a guest." He winks, sitting beside her. The music is set to be low enough for them to speak over it, but it's a nice little something to listen to during any lulls in the conversation.
"I don't entertain company too often, however. Emet-Selch does enjoy his rest at night, and though he could soundproof the room he shouldn't have to. He's working right now, though- he won't be home for a while. During the days I'm not working, it's the perfect time to invite others over."
"I'm glad I had the chance to join you when it won't be a bother, then. The last thing I want is to become a strain or nuisance to your love." It's a mostly earnest statement. Imposing on anyone is less than ideal, and if she and Hythlodaeus are becoming better friends, she really doesn't want to cause any strife with Emet-Selch. It is a little amusing that one versed in magic doesn't simply use it to their advantage, though.
She helps herself to a sip of wine, humming softly in approval. "You're right about his taste, though. I've rarely had anything this good since arriving." She hesitates a moment before adding, coyly, "Or shared it with such fine company."
"He understands that I have other friends. You are no bother." And if he couldn't understand that, Hythlodaeus would have to speak with him about it. He's hardly going to isolate himself- he'd be miserable.
"He was, of course, a great emperor at one time. To his people he was Solus zos Galvus, founding father of the Garlean empire. He seems to have gained a taste for fashion and luxury in that time- although I may appear well dressed now, I can assure you I personally have little interest in it. He simply tells me what to wear. Although... his taste in wine was always very particular, even beforehand."
She'll hold to herself that she still feels at least somewhat of an inconvenience. If her current company says otherwise, and the master of the house isn't in, she can hold to that. Her mind may struggle against it, but she will certainly make the effort.
"So if I wish to compliment the man in front of me now, I should direct my comments to your love?" She chuckles softly, obviously teasing. "His taste is very fine, and I appreciate it greatly, but I'm more than content to be with you now. Your company, even if it was offered in the most humble clothes and a shabby home, will always be welcome to me."
Which makes her think a little about something else after a moment. She smiles warmly as she reaches out to rest a hand over his. "If you'd like, I'd gladly invite you into my home sometime. It's modest compared to your love's tastes, but it's warm and comfortable, and I have places for large fires, if that suits us."
"I'm glad to hear as much." He's flattered in any case, and smiles at the offer.
"I would love to see your home. Modest or grand, it matters little to me." He would simply be delighted to spend more time with her.
"My apologies. I can get carried away, speaking of Emet-Selch. You are always welcome to stop me." He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed. Yes, he's always been one to praise Emet-Selch to anyone who would listen.
"Someday you will, then. I look forward to sharing it with you." Now that she knows they're friends (dreams, how did she not see this before?), she truly wants him to see it. She's proud of the home she and her partner have made. For all its modesty, it feels like home, and that's a thing that should never be discounted here.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "You have no reason to apologize when I was teasing. Truly, it makes me happy to see those closest to me so excited for those they have in their lives. Your love for him is obvious, and you have the most beautiful smile when you speak of him."
After a sip of her drink, she sets it aside to rest her hand over one of his. Her smile warms considerably as she looks up at him. "Never lose the joy you have for him. It's a wonderful thing, and should be forever cherished." She's not so loud in her own love, but it warms her heart to see it and hear it from those she surrounds herself with. Everyone loves differently, and he simply does it with heartfelt praise and an open warmth.
Hythlodaeus chuckles, appreciative of the gesture.
"Ah... if I have not lost my love for him yet, I never will. I've loved him for as long as I can recall- for most of my life, and even after my return to the star. He is my other half, the one I sought out immediately after my soul was freed to the Underworld."
He doesn't speak of his own death- and Emet-Selch's obviously implied death- with any sadness. He's just happy that he could find him in the vastness of the lifestream.
"That said- should you meet him, pray do not mention anything of what I've told you to him. I have yet to tell him of his own death... I come from a time a little further along than him, you see. I have yet to find a way to tell him."
He doesn't know how to tell Emet-Selch that his efforts to see his home again are for naught, the same way he cannot bear to tell Hermes that he will become a suicidal madman in the future. Fate was unkind to them.
"Nothing you say to me leaves my lips unless you say it should. I'm a woman of secrets, and I keep them unless there's reason not to." Back home that meant finding an advantageous way of using a secret for her House, but here? Here she has friends, which means she has every reason to simply keep a secret to herself. If it would hurt a person more to share it, then she won't.
She gives his hand a gentle squeeze of assurance. "The two of you will find your way through whatever difficulties come. If you love him this much, and if he loves you even half the same, you'll both find the desire to make your way to one another through all the struggles."
It has to be true. She has to believe that, because if she doesn't, how will she ever find her way back to the people she loves after all the city has put them through? They have to be able to make it through when the drive is there, and that means trusting the person one loves.
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"I don't entertain company too often, however. Emet-Selch does enjoy his rest at night, and though he could soundproof the room he shouldn't have to. He's working right now, though- he won't be home for a while. During the days I'm not working, it's the perfect time to invite others over."
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She helps herself to a sip of wine, humming softly in approval. "You're right about his taste, though. I've rarely had anything this good since arriving." She hesitates a moment before adding, coyly, "Or shared it with such fine company."
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"He was, of course, a great emperor at one time. To his people he was Solus zos Galvus, founding father of the Garlean empire. He seems to have gained a taste for fashion and luxury in that time- although I may appear well dressed now, I can assure you I personally have little interest in it. He simply tells me what to wear. Although... his taste in wine was always very particular, even beforehand."
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"So if I wish to compliment the man in front of me now, I should direct my comments to your love?" She chuckles softly, obviously teasing. "His taste is very fine, and I appreciate it greatly, but I'm more than content to be with you now. Your company, even if it was offered in the most humble clothes and a shabby home, will always be welcome to me."
Which makes her think a little about something else after a moment. She smiles warmly as she reaches out to rest a hand over his. "If you'd like, I'd gladly invite you into my home sometime. It's modest compared to your love's tastes, but it's warm and comfortable, and I have places for large fires, if that suits us."
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"I would love to see your home. Modest or grand, it matters little to me." He would simply be delighted to spend more time with her.
"My apologies. I can get carried away, speaking of Emet-Selch. You are always welcome to stop me." He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed. Yes, he's always been one to praise Emet-Selch to anyone who would listen.
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She laughs softly, shaking her head. "You have no reason to apologize when I was teasing. Truly, it makes me happy to see those closest to me so excited for those they have in their lives. Your love for him is obvious, and you have the most beautiful smile when you speak of him."
After a sip of her drink, she sets it aside to rest her hand over one of his. Her smile warms considerably as she looks up at him. "Never lose the joy you have for him. It's a wonderful thing, and should be forever cherished." She's not so loud in her own love, but it warms her heart to see it and hear it from those she surrounds herself with. Everyone loves differently, and he simply does it with heartfelt praise and an open warmth.
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"Ah... if I have not lost my love for him yet, I never will. I've loved him for as long as I can recall- for most of my life, and even after my return to the star. He is my other half, the one I sought out immediately after my soul was freed to the Underworld."
He doesn't speak of his own death- and Emet-Selch's obviously implied death- with any sadness. He's just happy that he could find him in the vastness of the lifestream.
"That said- should you meet him, pray do not mention anything of what I've told you to him. I have yet to tell him of his own death... I come from a time a little further along than him, you see. I have yet to find a way to tell him."
He doesn't know how to tell Emet-Selch that his efforts to see his home again are for naught, the same way he cannot bear to tell Hermes that he will become a suicidal madman in the future. Fate was unkind to them.
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She gives his hand a gentle squeeze of assurance. "The two of you will find your way through whatever difficulties come. If you love him this much, and if he loves you even half the same, you'll both find the desire to make your way to one another through all the struggles."
It has to be true. She has to believe that, because if she doesn't, how will she ever find her way back to the people she loves after all the city has put them through? They have to be able to make it through when the drive is there, and that means trusting the person one loves.
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No matter what Emet-Selch's reaction may be, he's sure that they will find a way to get through it. He just needs to find the courage to tell him...
"But enough of me and my struggles." He chuckles, looking to Amelia. "Let us simply enjoy the moment. And the food, when it arrives."