Of course not! But I'm not the one criticizing his little boat.
[He encircles Emet-Selch's muscular waist with his arms, enjoying the act of simply speaking at such close proximity.]
I think he needs a few more actors for the script he brought me, Ipsen's Journey. ...Perhaps you could assist him if you find it so lacking. Enlarge it somewhat? Or join his troupe?
[It's almost an involuntary reaction to Hythlodaeus' arms around him with how his own move to encircle him as well, holding him close, enjoying the warmth and proximity...
However, it doesn't stop him from raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips at the suggestion.]
I have no interest in making another man's boat larger, and even less in being part of his troupe. I would much rather be the audience, than an actor.
[Especially after all the roles he's had to play, though he's a damn good one, even if thoroughly retired.]
What is that? Ipsen's Journey? What's the synopsis?
A story of two men, two friends a long time ago without swift means of conveyance. Little men, unable to teleport or guard themselves from trouble. One day one of them receives a letter calling him back home.
[He leans into the holding, laying his head upon Emet-Selch's shoulder.]
So his friend goes with him, through treacherous lands on foot. The man who received the letter, Ipsen, has no idea why his friend would endure such hardships.
[He picks a short, lavender hair from Emet-Selch's robes and flicks it away.]
So he asks him, long into the journey, why he would go with him. And his friend's reply is merely that he wanted to go with him.
It's powerful in how simple it is, don't you think so?
[He chuckles, tapping on him for a moment. It's hardly the one liner that fully explains it all. After all, who sent the letter? Who are the villains? But it's alright.]
...There is more to it, surely. But this is as much as I know so far.
[It's simple, yes, but sometimes simple messages of the heart are the most powerful, and this one has stricken Emet-Selch in particular. His heart has ached for eons without counting, and never has it truly dulled, but how it intensifies hearing this summary of the play, of this friendship that would endure hardship for the sake of that bond, of that companionship.
It makes him think of Azem, and it makes his heart hurt. He's quiet as he holds Hythlodaeus in his arms, resting his head against his as he thinks the little summary over.]
It's beautiful.
[He finally says, little more than a whisper. Look, plays fucking get to him.]
I shall look forward to seeing the rest on that ridiculous and tiny stage.
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[He encircles Emet-Selch's muscular waist with his arms, enjoying the act of simply speaking at such close proximity.]
I think he needs a few more actors for the script he brought me, Ipsen's Journey. ...Perhaps you could assist him if you find it so lacking. Enlarge it somewhat? Or join his troupe?
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However, it doesn't stop him from raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips at the suggestion.]
I have no interest in making another man's boat larger, and even less in being part of his troupe. I would much rather be the audience, than an actor.
[Especially after all the roles he's had to play, though he's a damn good one, even if thoroughly retired.]
What is that? Ipsen's Journey? What's the synopsis?
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[He leans into the holding, laying his head upon Emet-Selch's shoulder.]
So his friend goes with him, through treacherous lands on foot. The man who received the letter, Ipsen, has no idea why his friend would endure such hardships.
[He picks a short, lavender hair from Emet-Selch's robes and flicks it away.]
So he asks him, long into the journey, why he would go with him. And his friend's reply is merely that he wanted to go with him.
It's powerful in how simple it is, don't you think so?
[He chuckles, tapping on him for a moment. It's hardly the one liner that fully explains it all. After all, who sent the letter? Who are the villains? But it's alright.]
...There is more to it, surely. But this is as much as I know so far.
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It makes him think of Azem, and it makes his heart hurt. He's quiet as he holds Hythlodaeus in his arms, resting his head against his as he thinks the little summary over.]
It's beautiful.
[He finally says, little more than a whisper. Look, plays fucking get to him.]
I shall look forward to seeing the rest on that ridiculous and tiny stage.