firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[He does understand. Of course it's the same for him. He Emet-Selch's presence is steadying and calming and helps his sanity.

But he just sighs.]

If you are telling me to make peace with him simply say so.

[He will. If he has to. Protecting their interests is more important. But it's incredibly hard to be logical. It'd be easier if it was himself the Exarch killed, he could get over that. But it's not.]

I'm not. Hence the complication.

Do as you see fit. Simply come to me if you get in over your head. I have a feeling on this matter you would try to resolve it yourself.

What is it you fear I'll do?

[Anyway he's never been in over his head in his life]

It's not what you will do. It is the retaliation in turn warranted or not. You can not simply whisk yourself away in a bad situation.

[Reaches over and puts his fingers on the bruises.]

This was done without reason or purpose. Imagine if they had either.

Truthfully, I'm not even asking you to exercise caution. Simply know when it is time to cut your loses.

Very well. I will be cautious.

That's all I ask.

As much as I would like to, I will not stifle you. You are far too brilliant a mind to be contained, and far to effective to keep in the shadows.

[He wraps his arms around him in a brief hug.]

Besides, I need to watch out for my elders, do I not?

[He raises an eyebrow at that admission. He wraps his arms around Emet-Selch and pets his hair in return. There there you big baby he loves you too.]

Such filial piety.

Perhaps I'll leave wrangling the others to you from now on, when we return to them.

Absolutely not.

[That gets a genuine laugh. Not even an unhinged mwahaha just a genuine little laugh.]

[What is he to do with you? He gives him back his book, page saved and all.]

Don't let me disturb you reading further. You did look rather relaxed all things considered.

[He takes it back but now he's grinning.]

No no. Stay. I've had a revelation. After all, as you say, I'm getting old. I think I might just retire from my position, nominate you as next Speaker, we should discuss your upcoming position.

[This is bullying.]

That's senile talk. There are others much more suited to the position.

[Shooing him back to the bed.]

Are you up beyond your bedtime?

All the more reason to retire. Given my failing mind.

I am not. Though I suppose it does approach.

We've been busy for eons, Lahabrea. When is the last time we simply conversed for the joy of it?

I take joy in conversing with you regardless, Emet-Selch.

[Quietly. But he really is in a remarkably good mood.]

But that sounds... truly relaxing.

Come then. Bring your book in case you get bored.

[He takes his wrist and brings him to the Dance Hall and sits at the piano. He does scoot over far enough so that Lahabrea can sit beside him.]

[He does bring his book because why wouldn't he but as he sits beside Emet-Selch he looks surprised.]

I didn't know you could play.

I don't truly. Perhaps one or two songs at best. But we do not have Elidibus here to play for us. So you'll have to excuse the less technical performance.

[Luckily he has pretty long arms to not sitting the center of the bench isn't a hindrance. And he plays an old Amaurot tone that is absolutely, 100% basic. But that wasn't the point. The point was the nostalgia.]

[Ah... he closes his eyes and just lets the music wash over him, quiet.

Truly it's pleasant. Painful. But in a way that leaves him... strangly soothed. Maybe it's the company.]

[He elbows him lightly in the ribs on the second pass of the song. Sorry, it goes on repeat.]

It truly is beyond your bed time. Though you were one to also wander the streets long after everyone else had retired for the evening. If you weren't sequestered in the Akademia that is.

[He won't complain they're from a video game all bgm repeats.]

I like sleep far less than I like engaging my brain you know... though here, sleep isn't shop bad.

And you, you were always one to be found napping whenever you could get away with it. I shall call that a cosmic balance

Don't blame me that you can't tell the difference between napping and enjoying the night sky.

Enjoying the view then. Certainly not what I call strenuous activity.

Was it so strenuous back then? Those halcyon days. Surely there was work to be done, creations to be considered, debates to be heard.

You enjoyed every single creation concept that came across your desk by student hand or not. To puzzle out the efficiencies. To give form to the ideas. To better them.

Considering how we toil now, how could you consider any of that strenuous?

You have caught me. I never considered it strenuous to begin with. That is why I never slept you know.

It was fun, then. Too much fun to wish to put aside even for rest. Given the chance to Create again, I am not sure when I would ever sleep.

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