text; un: METTATON

[glitzandglamour]

Name: Mettaton
Date: 05/09
Format: text

Ohh yes!! Hello darlings... My. So many of you, to bear audience to my post. Something's been on my mind for a few weeks now. And with so many questions on the network this month, why not conduct a survey of my own?

QUESTION: How many digits do you have on your hand? Fingers, thumbs, claws, fins, amorphous appendages. You name it, you count it! In as much detail as you'd like!!

Every reply will receive feedback on the configuration of your hand... by none other than ME!! Some lucky responses may receive any extra commentary that comes to my dazzling mind! Will you be one of the bold and the lucky...?

[ooc: 4th wall characters welcome!]

Comments

[unsundered]

[Mettaton kept saying very kind things, and in such a way that it was clear that he meant them, and that they were- obvious, to him. Like these were the sorts of things someone could just say. The Ascian was... not well-equipped to deal with this manner of onslaught, and it keeps him slightly off-balance.

Letting himself be guided forward, he stills at the quick kiss to his cheek, before returning it with a brief brush over lips. Faint, yet laden down with affection. The heaviness of his feelings well evident.]

...There are worse ways to spend what time remains to me.

[It's not quite resignation, nor anywhere near acceptance, but... an acknowledgement, nonetheless. Of the present, of Mettaton's part in it for him- of something to hold onto for as long as he was there.]

But don't forget that I haven't yet agreed to anything.

[--Is something he still has to point out, as a mild, if stubborn protest against his lips, eyes remaining open. As though he weren't getting a sense of creeping inevitability about it. But then... what would really change? Being Bonded was more inherently intimate, and only something this world had normalized because it was a necessary part of surviving. What would yet another marriage for his pile even add? Just another avenue of possession, as Mettaton had mentioned... which left little reason for opposition. Apart from out of habit.

Which doesn't keep him from adding:]

--Though this would be your first, I assume? And only.

[No divorces allowed. No extra marriages.]

[glitzandglamour]

[Mettaton's brow rises and falls at that final remark, after all of that protest of having not committed. His smirk grows, a sort of haughty satisfaction over this attempt at claiming and keeping he detects from his Bonded. He shifts his body closer yet, pressing a soft, scarce kiss to his lips.]

My first, yes. Though I've been proposed to before. As you'd expect.

[Never anything to take seriously. Something that, if a chance for response is given, he thanks them for, then urges them to always dream of him... Typical Mettaton.

Though he keeps his lips against Emet-Selch's, soaking in the weight of his sentiment he can feel through their connection, he tilts his head slightly. His ears bob with the movement, upright as they are now.]

So you want to be my only. You, who has had so many other marriages, would assert that over me? Well well well... Yes. I'd vow to it. [He draws his hand away from Emet-Selch's neck to press his fingertips over his chest, his symbolic "heart".] You do have me, after all. Yes... Sworn to a man who tires of the affair.

[Which would be fine with him, really. Nobody else would be able to stand on this level with him.]

[unsundered]

[Completely expected, and something that gets a small, amused sound from him, barely audible against his lips.]

And what would your loyal fans think? Of you dashing their dreams like this.

[The unattainable suddenly obtained, and not by any of them. ...Though this all remained strictly as a hypothetical, totally-not-happening thing, anyway. And it wasn't as though Mettaton had the same fanbase here.

And though he's aware of the imbalance of his demand, Emet-Selch is also indifferent to it; of course he would expect this from Mettaton. The number of times he'd been married before was irrelevant; it wasn't as though he bore any attachment to any of them.]

But good. If I'm to suffer through this arrangement at any point, it won't do for you to turn around and find someone else.

[glitzandglamour]

When has being married ever stopped a fan from dreaming that it was them? Haha.

[Even though Mettaton used to champion remaining single and unmarried if not to create the appearance of availability, he can shift his ideology around to accommodate his own desires. He did it on the matter of love, he could do it on the matter of marriage.

That settled, Mettaton presses a too-firm kiss to Emet-Selch's lips, short and sweet.]

Then it's settled. Our terms. Almost like we have our vows planned out. That is, once we agree to it, upon eventual proposal. The anticipation...

[talking like it'll happen for certain... just a matter of time...]