aefenglom | ＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

Name: Mettaton (un: METTATON)
Date: 09/06
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Hey there, beauties! Lend me your imaginations and INSPIRE me... By answering to my provocative scenario:

Wedding bells are ringing, and you're dressed to the nines. Surprise! You're in LOVE now... with none other than your Bonded*!!! ...And you're getting MARRIED!! What's more, this is going to be your DREAM WEDDING!!

Describe it to me: what does your ideal wedding day feature, with your Bonded betrothed??

*If you're un-Bonded, you thought of someone. You're marrying them now. Ha-ha.

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[There is a certain logic to Mettaton's reasoning that he'd have a hard time arguing with... as, strictly speaking, if the intention was to get drunk, then surely being efficient about it would make the most sense. That there would be reasons for less extreme behaviours would be harder to justify.]

He would be right, and I think most people would agree. But yes- there's time to discover things that we would both find acceptable. Or, we have no time at all, but we'll never know one way or another.

[The inevitable fatalism. But it will be a wedding with every type of cake and every type of booze, and far too many guests than the Ascian would ever care for receiving. And he can only sigh, at this being something that he would receive some say in. Details that he still, technically, didn't care particularly for, and which Mettaton would probably approve of anyway, assuming they shared similar tastes in liquors.]

Apart from a limit to size and general complication of the event, you know I have few desires one way or another. 'Tis like when we discussed flavor preferences... there will be little to enjoy.

[Yes... There it is, the concern that one of them will depart tomorrow, and if not then, soon. Perhaps it's always a lingering thought after someone from either of their worlds departs, true. Papyrus' departure rattles Mettaton somewhat and forces him to think. Is there some kind of algorithm to the madness of arrival and departure? He can't think of one. Papyrus had been here for longer than Mettaton; and though that may be the case, it's not like they have a time limit imposed. He knows of some who have been here since the first round of Mirrorbound, and they haven't left.

...He doesn't care to rationalize this any longer, nor spare any energy toward it. That's for the future to sort out, not Mettaton! He decides he'll believe with his whole heart that they'll have a long, long time to determine these details. They'll need it, if Mettaton's to achieve what he desires.

Engagement, on the other hand... It would be nice, calling Emet-Selch his fiancé. A thought to heat up even his more rectangular body by a fraction. And they could be engaged for however long it takes.]

Time or not, my eagerness is in contention with any requirement for patience. Still. As you know, neither of us like to do things by half-measures.

[Worlds could try to pull them apart, but Mettaton has decided that he's too eager for it to try. And he has a lot to accomplish before then. And once bound, departure on either of their behalf... how terrible, to leave their spouse behind!]

You always have the most brilliant outlook, darling. But I can think of something you'd enjoy. Me! In both flavor, and betrothal.

Speaking of flavor and marriage... What flavor would you fancy out of me during such a momentous occasion, my darling? The spicy passion of reds, of my ardor for you? The inviting, bitter depths of black, for my intensity for you? What's your dashing image of me on our wedding day?

[Is this about flavor, or about color, or about fashion, or about marriage? Mettaton...]

[It would always be a haunting background note. And Emet-Selch knew now that there had been another departure from his own world; it wasn't anyone he had any emotional investment in, so he hadn't thought to mention it, but it added another edge to that fear that was always there. That renewed question of whether it was worth getting attached to anything. That it was only a matter of time for them all.]

I know.

[...But it was too late, he was already attached, and he doesn't think he would change it even if he could.]

I do love you for that.

[For a lot of things, but for not doing anything halfway. Be it wedding planning or sentiment, or anything else that caught his attention. And in a way, if they drew it out... how could the world ever allow their plans to go unfinished? And afterward, how could it bear to separate them? Even if that wasn't how reality worked, Emet-Selch held onto that thought.

Mood as it was (as it often was), he reads over again the remainder of Mettaton's reply... and again frowns at this insistence on colors having flavors. And so he just. Stubbornly ignores that part.]

Black would be easier to match with whatever other color schemes you decide on. 'Tis a classic shade regardless... it would be hard to go wrong with it.

[Pauses, as though unsure he should even mention this, on the off-chance Mettaton hadn't already thought of it; sighs and goes ahead anyway.]

Some choose to have different outfits for different parts of the event. Something for the ceremony itself, something else for the inevitable celebration afterward, that sort of thing. You could wear several things.

[He hopes Emet-Selch can feel the way his words manage to warm him up, even if Emet-Selch's mood is heavy over the feeling of his love. As ever, their ways of experiencing love differs starkly. Mettaton nearly feels that sort of giddy love that would compel him to... hold his device close to his chest and sigh, which is precisely what he catches himself doing. All of that over being told that he's loved...

Mettaton abruptly clears his throat as though someone were watching him, even though he's in his room. Silly. On all accounts.]

Black will take precedence in my considerations, then. As you like. But would you wear white to be my compliment? Or are you envisioning us wearing matching attire? We'd be a sight to ogle at, either way!

[Emet-Selch wearing white... Could he imagine it? Easily, actually. Like the white of a towel after a shower, or... Yes, what a trip for his thoughts to take. He decides not to pursue the mental image any further, and it's not difficult to do. Not when Emet-Selch reminds him of this critical feature of weddings.]

I'd nearly forgotten about that!! Not that it would have evaded me for long... A wardrobe shuffle is something I'm known for, darling. Had the concept not existed, I'd make it so. Then I can wear as many outfits as I please! Something for the ceremony... some things for the reception... Oooh. Maybe even an after-party, with our most favored guests. Then, I'd put on something just for you.

[surely the kind of outfit intended to be taken off. as if mettaton isn't somehow built to be completely without clothes as he is. and yet, when he wore lingerie, it flustered everyone. the power of suggestion...]

[It was the benefit and curse of Bonding: that sharing of moods. It's a response that doesn't go unnoticed, and while it warms him a bit in turn... it is, as ever, accompanied by that saddened tinge, as if already preparing to mourn for something he hasn't even lost yet. His gaze as he holds the device is distant, his grip on it gentle.

Closing his eyes for a few moments, Emet-Selch sighs very quietly.]

Even if I don't generally prefer it as a main color, it might serve as a pleasing contrast to yourself. Perhaps with an additional color as a matching accent to us both.

[As he continues to veer between 'not giving a damn whatsoever' and 'actually does care about aesthetics if pressed.' Emet-Selch is a bit more vain than he realizes.]

But yes, I'm certain it would've occurred to you sooner or later, excessive as it is. I thought to get it out of the way.

I would hope this final outfit to be worth this implication of additional parties that you intend to subject me to.

[The power of suggestion indeed. The adding of clothing to imply what might lie beneath it... as well as remind that Mettaton was generally completely naked. It would be an extremely effective tease, and a novelty; it was rare enough that the robot was the one who needed undressed.]

[Emet-Selch can't even pretend he doesn't care about aesthetics to Mettaton. Even when he's dedicated himself to not caring, Mettaton knows it lurks in there somewhere.

And so, Mettaton allows himself to fully fantasize about Emet-Selch wearing white... White and accented in- red, yes, red, as crimson as blood. Oh, no. That's a more dangerous thought, considering their general flirtation with the stuff. He thinks about it regardless, because there's no danger to do so when he's in a body like this, no matter what key his spirit takes to the thought. White and red and bruises visible above a perfect collar, violets an accompaniment. Emet-Selch would be lovely regardless of their choice.

Mettaton likes red, besides. Emet-Selch likes blue. Violet is liked by them both... He fantasizes about violet being their accent color. It's also nice.]

You'd look DASHING in white, darling. I'm growing fonder by the moment of you contrasting me like that... So much to decide between us! Will our accent be red, or purple? I wonder.

[So much to decide for this wedding when they're not yet engaged!]

Worth it? Don't doubt me, beautiful. No matter the ceremonies and parties you endure through the day, it'll be a sight to draw your attention nothing but me. You'll both pray to see me posed before you forever and ever, and be tempted beyond restraint to take it all off... I know which you'll do, too. Hahaha...

How will you manage to pick a favorite outfit when I'll look so good all evening??

[Let's hope someone manages to master something that permits one to change clothes with ease, at the rate Mettaton's coming up with outfits. Outfits all with the intent to be either sexy, fashionable, and handsome.]

[He will still frequently claim not to care, only to follow it up with some small preference or another. Bit by extravagant bit, it will be Planned, and a Vision will coalesce from the aether, brilliant and terrible in its glory.

Red and purple, though. Emet-Selch could see the appeal of either. Both were the color of bruises, and red the color of blood besides... though much like Mettaton, he wonders if it might be slightly too dangerous of a color for them regardless. Violet was a bit safer, they both favored it, and it was a combination of blue and red which were colors they preferred otherwise.]

We would make a striking pair... moreso than we already do. [Even he has to admit that much. He's too arrogant not to think so.] Violet, perhaps. Though I wouldn't disagree with red either.

[And his neck could be made to match both.]

With every interminable hour that passes, so too will my expectations increase. So long as you understand the risk... you may draw out the celebration as long as you care to.

Though no matter how attractive one outfit or another is upon you... I've little doubt to my preference for you in your natural state.

[That is, wearing nothing.

Though there have to be spells to allow for quick costume changes... if not, it's just one more thing to develop before The Day. Or Mettaton would just have to get especially good at slipping in and out of however many things he decides to bring with him. A fashion show, with a wedding/Mettaton theme.]

[That's agreeable to Mettaton. It all goes by his design, until his Bonded offers his rare preference for some detail Emet-Selch totally doesn't care about at all (but actually does). Before he knows it, a remarkable percentage, perhaps, will be formed by Emet-Selch's input! That's working together, right?

Even now, Emet-Selch makes a call upon color that Mettaton can agree with wholly. He hums happily to himself at the thought of his future fiancé dressed white, violet, and... some metal, a band upon his finger yet unrealized in the robot's mind. Though he brainstorms all the while. And he himself, in black and violet... A beautiful combination, all of their brilliance contrasted by their mutually golden eyes. Emet-Selch agreeing that they'd be striking... matters to him.

It's true that if ever somebody insults Mettaton's appearance, he is always capable of twisting their intent. And he'll always, always love praise. But it means even more to have coming it from Emet-Selch.]

I'm favoring violet, myself. It contrasts against your beautiful eyes. And my own... as they are. Which are also beautiful and worth the contrast. Yes. Violet would be a lovely color to have as our accent!

[Wedding planning that precedes the engagement, a couple who can't be stopped. What is this post if not wedding planning, such as the desire for pineapples, or the want for broadcasting?]

Oh, is that my consequence?? The anticipation for a performance that will blow your mind...? Wonderful. You know I love a good challenge. I'll aim to exceed your expectations significantly! I'll make it extra special.

You could have it all, darling. Me in an attractive outfit, one that whets your appetite... And me divested of an attractive outfit. But you should know it'll be mutual. Haha... I'll make it worth your while to have waited.

[Salacious do the tides of their conversations turn, waiting for the next opportunity to pull each other aside for their exclusive consumption. An appetite built over the day spent in a whirlwind of a fashion show that is, indeed, MTT-Brand wedding theme.

He could pull a costume change on air, he could pull one during a wedding. He has no doubts in his ability to do things the old fashioned way, but a spell would be even grander.]

[And how many of the things Emet-Selch would prefer would be favorable to Mettaton anyway? In flavors and colors they were relatively well-matched... and the Ascian wouldn't bother to protest the style of much, particularly when it came to the choice of Mettaton's own outfitting (and a good thing they have no date for the event itself, considering how long it'll likely take to make everything the idol wanted). Flashy as he was, he knew how to carry it.]

Violet and gold do work well together... and how convenient, that it would suit us both as we are. Though your natural color would serve as a complement, you'll just have to settle for the contrast.

[They're getting all the important things squared away too, such as the color theme for clothing and taking note of the existence of pineapples. And since everything else they do is clearly the right thing because they know best, who's to say that wedding planning can't precede the engagement? As ever, they do what they like.]

No, I don't expect you would allow for disappointment. I may even find myself not wholly dreading the arrangement, now and then.

[That is to say, that he might look forward to this part, at least. Who knows, maybe he'll even tolerate the rest, or not despise it.]

Though I imagine the day itself to be an exercise in patience- or frustration. How unfair you are... and you'll do nothing to make it easier on me, will you? You have certain advantages over those of us limited to flesh and blood.

[He can't even jump your bones, Mettaton, because you don't have any... he'd be limited to jumping a somewhat furry metal chassis. Which isn't the same phrase at all!]

It helps that violet and gold is such a regal combination. That I'd contrast you even in my natural state is to be expected. We're always a dazzling pair.

[He likes them in purples and golds, blacks and whites. Matching and contrasting, as they ought to. Mettaton's almost surprised at how eager he could be for a wedding aside from all of the flashy, showy aspects of it: he finds himself looking forward to seeing Emet-Selch throughout the day, in his various shades of disapproval or boredom, or, as Mettaton intends, the rare moments of toleration and maybe even contentedness. He has the highest hopes for his Bonded.]

If all it takes to tide you over are a few reminders of our impending time alone... I'll be happy to facilitate. Without teasing you TOO much. I don't play fair, but I'm not that cruel. I like your disadvantages, besides... You're so expressive in that body of yours!

[Expressive, as in, the demonstration of wanting to jump one's bones! Mettaton likes that, and envies it, no matter how inconvenient. But it's true, he'd have no bones to jump. Only fur and metal await, should patience break way to frustration. All Mettaton can do is laugh privately to himself at the misfortunes of flesh and blood that are truly endearing, in his eyes.

All the better to express the desire for Mettaton.]

I have faith in your will to be patient, my dear. Should the anticipation be too much... Well. I'll keep an eye on you.

A dazzling pair... you said that as well, in our first meeting. I suppose you were right.

[Matching and contrasting... it felt nicely symbolic in a way. A lot like they were. As their differences were... stark, in mood and much else. And yet they weren't without their similarities, significant and undeniable. There was very little between them that was merely neutral. But then, as Mettaton had said- they were neither modest nor unremarkable.

It could've been a combination to clash terribly, created something abhorrent to look upon, but yet it- didn't. It balanced, somehow, without limiting.]

Expressive. That's one way to put it. Were you faced with my disadvantage... I wonder how long you would last. Then again, perhaps the audience itself would distract you. If the invitations will be as plentiful as I fear, you'll have a number to keep entertained.

[Though seeing Mettaton in his element (that is, at the center of a crowd, showing off himself, entertaining and being entertained alike)... would be one of the more positive aspects of the affair. The puca was primarily cheerful, radiant and light- and Emet-Selch wondered if it would at all have a different aura to it this time.]

But yes, I can be quite patient if required. I've lifetimes of practice- what's an evening's more, in the end?

[Patience that might even be rewarded, unlike everything else he's been patient for in his life. He's not quite sure what to think about that.]

Was that my phrasing? Oooh, precognition strikes me again! I'm right, as always.

[Of course he remembers that was his phrasing. Sullen and cheerful, as they ever are... But oh, the things that Mettaton didn't know about this man. The ways this union could have flared and become cataclysmic, a Bond to tear itself apart like two neutron stars. And perhaps they did, only to find themselves reformed into something either greater, or more terrifying: there was no way their massive personalities wouldn't interact on a devastating, extreme scale.

"Expressive." Mettaton rereads it a few times and would nod if he presently had a head to nod with. The sentiment is there.]

Oh, I wonder. As I find myself often interested in you... In us. [Is it ever Mettaton if being interested in Emet-Selch didn't include being interested in himself by extension?] But you're right. There will be much to pay attention to otherwise! The same goes for you, darling. Although it's an evening to celebrate us both... I'm sure we'll always both have an awareness for each other, even if we somehow managed to find ourselves separated.

Your patience won't go unappreciated. 💖

[They could be horny all they liked, but they'd have every moment of a wedding to live through, which Mettaton considers a reward in itself. Then they could just have at it. They would have that reward. Until then, Mettaton would handle a crowd as he ever would, pleased to have the attention and company of friend and strange alike, always possessing of energy to engage and attract as many people as possible.

People never grew tiresome to the robotic idol. He could have days' worth of a wedding to enjoy and he wouldn't tire. ...Based on the suggestion of someone in this post, he even considered it. It would tire Emet-Selch out, so he opted for no. He could fit sixteen weddings in a day, for one grand, tiresome event.]

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