QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[arkitect]

Do try to ensure that continues to be the case.

[he's leaning against hansa, back turned to him. hansa is just a pillow right now and that's fine!

he is not looking through books yet, though, looking over a photo instead.]

[robopriest]

[He's more than happy to be a pillow! Though he is turning his head to look over his shoulder with his left eye.]

...You got one too?

[arkitect]

... so I did, yes.

[he'll let hansa see it!

it's a photo of three black-robed figures, walking down a grand hall. in the middle is emet-selch, identifiable by his red mask, though what's visible of his hair is completely white. to one side is a man with longer white hair and a white mask, a hand raised to his mouth as if stifling a laugh. to the other is a black-masked figure, smiling as they attempt to drape an arm around emet-selch's shoulder-- he has a hand raised to push it away.

just visible in the background is a smaller, younger-looking figure in a white robe and red mask, hurrying after the three of them.]

[robopriest]

...

[Oh.]

[He looks over it. The masked figures, together, just...enjoying each other, in their company. He finally glances back at Emet-Selch, tone soft.]

Your family?

[arkitect]

...the closest there was to it, I suppose.

[his gaze falls back to the photo, there. he indicates each in turn:]

Hythlodaeus, Chief of the Bureau of the Architect. Azem, the Traveller. Elidibus, the Emissary.

Had Hythlodaeus accepted the position when it was offered, I would not have become Emet-Selch.

[chanteuser]

[ ... hmmm. ]

Can I have a look?

[ she's asking first because!! politeness. ]

I have one too, so if it's fair to let you see that in return I don't mind. [ that memory she'd seen... he'd talked of that city with a real level of... fondness? or enough of it that she was curious. ]