Hmm, I suppose I have been a little cold to you. No, it is not that I do not like you. If you are to court me... [he can't suppress his giggling, his hand coming up to cover that catlike mouth of his. ]
I should endeavor to be a bit more honest with you. But we can come back to that.
[He rests his jaw on his loosely curled knuckles.]
Though the man that sacrifices himself is not yet who I am... I find it a little funny that being a "good person" is a requirement for you.
[Spoken like someone who has never had to deal with terrible people, really.]
Funnier still that Emet-Selch's involvement with me did not naturally lead you to this conclusion.
[Treacherous man.]
You little folk do value appearance an awful lot. Does it captivate you? Do you spend much time thinking about it?
Well- even so! You have the capacity for it, and as such... I presumed that with how in love Emet-Selch is with you, you must be a good person, but now I know for sure.
You are rather difficult to pin down, you know? I like to understand people fully... and I think I have started to understand you at least a bit better. With your help, I could do better.
I suppose being a good person is important, but that definition can vary pretty wildly from person to person.
[ He huffs a bit, crossing his arms. ]
That also depends on who you talk to. It isn't vital to my attraction to someone, that said. Still, when someone is as striking as you are, it's kind of impossible to ignore.
Here though... my perception of the physical has been expanded quite a bit. Being able to change my shape at will, and the idea of my soul being a separate thing from my body.
I am learning. That's the best I can do, after all. Strive to learn and understand.
To be understood is usually preferable, isn't it? I like to know who or what, truly I am being understood by.
[Though in this case.]
And you, as far as I can tell, are some manner of golem infused with soul. Betwixt your corporeal and incorporeal aether, they are both very unusual, aren't they?
[ He should have figured this would come up. After all it's what got Emet's attention first as well. ]
More of a... I believe the term is "homunculus". Or some mix thereof. I was born to a construct, my mother, and a human, my father. I was born dead however. My mother gave her life so that I could live. We call them "crest stones" where I come from, but essentially it was the essence of a divine being. She had her crest stone removed, and put in place of my nonfunctioning heart.
As such, I share a body with this other being, Sothis. Though I can no longer speak to her after we fully merged to escape being trapped in a sort of void. She allowed me to maintain control, however.
Many consider me abnormal in my habits and approaches to things. I have improved but I still struggle with social interactions at times.
[And he means it absolutely. Hythlodaeus' eyes scan over Byleth's face, as if trying to see some hidden truths.]
Touched by the underworld, then. And called back to your body. I see what Emet-Selch saw in you, then, perhaps. ...Not to speak ill of your other talents and general personality.
No offense taken, you are in fact correct. Our initial encounter was due to the unusual state of my soul. I was indisposed at the time so he was forced to endure my company until I came to my senses enough to explain.
[ Of course this would be the thing to captivate him. He should have guessed. Not that he minds, really. Hythlodaeus has not treated him as anything fearful or monstrous. But he's going to go out on a limb here and take a chance. ]
Would you like to see?
Emet-Selch said you had excellent sight. I presume looking into me would be no large matter, if you have not already.
I've glanced a little, yet I've not looked so close at you quite yet.
[Not that he hasn't stared simply at his soul. That's sort of what he does. But it's different up close, with a particular intent. He can... look closer. Uninterrupted. Study him.]
I would like to see.
[Seeing, just looking, wantonly, uninhibited, is his very favorite thing to do. To be invited to it. That's interesting. ]
[ Well. He's starting to get used to that, given the company he keeps. He doesn't flinch this time at least. ]
Not at all, please come and make yourself at home.
[ This would be the first time Hythlodaeus has been in his house. It's cozy, and clearly well lived-in. Very much ye olde cottage feel, but with a tiny hint of modernity. The space is open and clean, flowers and herbs drying in the window. It certainly smells like he bakes a lot in here. ]
So what do you need of me then? Shall I just stand still for you, or need I take off any layers?
[Hythlodaeus' sight is like sly the keenest here. There are no secrets once he has set upon something. But he has not once denied himself a bit of fun.]
[Plus he wants to see what he'll do. What he can take.]
Well, usually I'd at least ask you to take me on a date first, but I suppose since you asked nicely.
[ Hee hee. But yeah, he has no shame. So he takes off his little apron and just starts getting naked right there. His body is definitely scarred up from battle, but the two more deliberate ones that run symmetrical under his chest, and the straight one down the center of it stand apart from the rest. He considers if he should stop there.
No. He will rise to this occasion, he decides. So off go his pants and smallclothes, and he leans on the kitchen bar and gestures to himself as if to say; 'well, here it all is'. ]
Had- huh? Oh! Oh yes. [ He forgot that is nonstandard on most men. ]
Yes so- when I was born I was female. But when I got older it became quite clear that I didn't fit that. Being a man made me happier. I was able to adjust things up here, but not down here. Which is fine. I have some items that assist in my ability to uh... be on top.
But if I'm being honest the orgasms are better with this.
[ He talks about this in such a pragmatic way, like they're tools. ]
Indeed. This place offers me far more freedom than I could ever have imagined with that. Back home, surgical intervention is needed. Not exactly the most pleasant, given our level of technology, or lack thereof. It was worth it though.
[ He gives a soft chuff of amusement. ]
Nothing stopping you from trying it on, right?
[ He pauses at the next question. ]
Hmm? Do you mean to ask what I... tend to do? Before, he had used some of his magic to equip me properly, but I have now obtained something that allows me to swap out rather easily. If that's what you're asking I mean.
[This is more of a self-reassuring statement than question. Nothing has changed in his understanding right here. He briefly pictures Emet-Selch being fucked by such a smaller man. ]
Ah- well... he has but really just the first time, being as I was unprepared to be on top then. I tend to prefer to take whatever role suits my partner best, which given he seems to like being on the receiving end, that is what I have defaulted to since.
[ He tilts his head slowly, thinking for a moment. ]
Oh? With how long-lived you all are, I would imagine one would try everything at some point. Then again, he does seem to have an extremely strong preference for the masculine...
[ He shrugs. It's a sticky, weird subject, one he's not really too knowledgeable on outside of his own personal experience. ]
But of course. Unlike him, I don't solely lust after men. Though it is much more convenient to enjoy the company of other men when Emet-Selch is involved. To answer your earlier question, I much prefer to be the giving party. Though I admit you've quite piqued my interest. I have never been inside of a man quite like Emet-Selch has now, I suppose.
[Hythlodaeus finds himself chewing the inside of his cheek, growing warm from such a focus on the other. This situation is utterly titillating. He thought telling him to strip would be a power move, but the tables seem to have turned. His cock twitches. He muses upon an additional question that Byleth didn't ask, but distracts him. ]
Only a hundred women, perhaps? And quite a while ago.
[ Only 100 he says, but the answer makes sense given their lifespan. Byleth doesn't question it. He can see the way he's looking him over- or maybe it's wishful thinking but he poses one more simple question. ]
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You gave yourself up. For Zodiark and for your people, so you must be a good person, and I want to get to know that person.
Also did I mention you are beautiful? I feel like I did.
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I should endeavor to be a bit more honest with you. But we can come back to that.
[He rests his jaw on his loosely curled knuckles.]
Though the man that sacrifices himself is not yet who I am... I find it a little funny that being a "good person" is a requirement for you.
[Spoken like someone who has never had to deal with terrible people, really.]
Funnier still that Emet-Selch's involvement with me did not naturally lead you to this conclusion.
[Treacherous man.]
You little folk do value appearance an awful lot. Does it captivate you? Do you spend much time thinking about it?
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You are rather difficult to pin down, you know? I like to understand people fully... and I think I have started to understand you at least a bit better. With your help, I could do better.
I suppose being a good person is important, but that definition can vary pretty wildly from person to person.
[ He huffs a bit, crossing his arms. ]
That also depends on who you talk to. It isn't vital to my attraction to someone, that said. Still, when someone is as striking as you are, it's kind of impossible to ignore.
Here though... my perception of the physical has been expanded quite a bit. Being able to change my shape at will, and the idea of my soul being a separate thing from my body.
I am learning. That's the best I can do, after all. Strive to learn and understand.
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[Though in this case.]
And you, as far as I can tell, are some manner of golem infused with soul. Betwixt your corporeal and incorporeal aether, they are both very unusual, aren't they?
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[ He should have figured this would come up. After all it's what got Emet's attention first as well. ]
More of a... I believe the term is "homunculus". Or some mix thereof. I was born to a construct, my mother, and a human, my father. I was born dead however. My mother gave her life so that I could live. We call them "crest stones" where I come from, but essentially it was the essence of a divine being. She had her crest stone removed, and put in place of my nonfunctioning heart.
As such, I share a body with this other being, Sothis. Though I can no longer speak to her after we fully merged to escape being trapped in a sort of void. She allowed me to maintain control, however.
Many consider me abnormal in my habits and approaches to things. I have improved but I still struggle with social interactions at times.
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[And he means it absolutely. Hythlodaeus' eyes scan over Byleth's face, as if trying to see some hidden truths.]
Touched by the underworld, then. And called back to your body. I see what Emet-Selch saw in you, then, perhaps. ...Not to speak ill of your other talents and general personality.
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[ Of course this would be the thing to captivate him. He should have guessed. Not that he minds, really. Hythlodaeus has not treated him as anything fearful or monstrous. But he's going to go out on a limb here and take a chance. ]
Would you like to see?
Emet-Selch said you had excellent sight. I presume looking into me would be no large matter, if you have not already.
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[Not that he hasn't stared simply at his soul. That's sort of what he does. But it's different up close, with a particular intent. He can... look closer. Uninterrupted. Study him.]
I would like to see.
[Seeing, just looking, wantonly, uninhibited, is his very favorite thing to do. To be invited to it. That's interesting. ]
Your home, are you in it?
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Shall I prepare you some tea or are we skipping the formalities and getting right down to looking at my insides?
[ There's a hint of playfulness in his tone. ]
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[His appetite is whet. He locates Byleth's color miles away, locks on, and teleports next to him.]
Forgive the intrusion.
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Not at all, please come and make yourself at home.
[ This would be the first time Hythlodaeus has been in his house. It's cozy, and clearly well lived-in. Very much ye olde cottage feel, but with a tiny hint of modernity. The space is open and clean, flowers and herbs drying in the window. It certainly smells like he bakes a lot in here. ]
So what do you need of me then? Shall I just stand still for you, or need I take off any layers?
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[Plus he wants to see what he'll do. What he can take.]
Strip. If you would. Then hold still.
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[ Hee hee. But yeah, he has no shame. So he takes off his little apron and just starts getting naked right there. His body is definitely scarred up from battle, but the two more deliberate ones that run symmetrical under his chest, and the straight one down the center of it stand apart from the rest. He considers if he should stop there.
No. He will rise to this occasion, he decides. So off go his pants and smallclothes, and he leans on the kitchen bar and gestures to himself as if to say; 'well, here it all is'. ]
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Have you always had... that?
[As he gestures vaguely to Byleth's vagina.]
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Yes so- when I was born I was female. But when I got older it became quite clear that I didn't fit that. Being a man made me happier. I was able to adjust things up here, but not down here. Which is fine. I have some items that assist in my ability to uh... be on top.
But if I'm being honest the orgasms are better with this.
[ He talks about this in such a pragmatic way, like they're tools. ]
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[He'd offer condolences but they seem to be utterly unnecessary.]
Now you're just bragging.
[How to approach this. He almost sounds incredulous against his better judgement.]
So. You and Emet-Selch...
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[ He gives a soft chuff of amusement. ]
Nothing stopping you from trying it on, right?
[ He pauses at the next question. ]
Hmm? Do you mean to ask what I... tend to do? Before, he had used some of his magic to equip me properly, but I have now obtained something that allows me to swap out rather easily. If that's what you're asking I mean.
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[This is more of a self-reassuring statement than question. Nothing has changed in his understanding right here. He briefly pictures Emet-Selch being fucked by such a smaller man. ]
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[ He tilts his head slowly, thinking for a moment. ]
What do you prefer?
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Sorry, I'll answer your question in a moment. This is new to me. I haven't known him to enter a vagina...
[As he steals a long look at it, as if pleading it to release its secrets. ]
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[ He shrugs. It's a sticky, weird subject, one he's not really too knowledgeable on outside of his own personal experience. ]
Have you?
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[Hythlodaeus finds himself chewing the inside of his cheek, growing warm from such a focus on the other. This situation is utterly titillating. He thought telling him to strip would be a power move, but the tables seem to have turned. His cock twitches. He muses upon an additional question that Byleth didn't ask, but distracts him. ]
Only a hundred women, perhaps? And quite a while ago.
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