Most Eminent Emet-Selch

anyone else ever think about how emet-selch was such an insufferable theatre kid as solus that his grandkid banned theatre in garlemald

The loathsome creature returns.

[[Apologies for the delay! BSky apparently decided I did not need paltry nonsense like notifications.....]]

[Another amused huff]

What fine figure I made, drenched to the skin and shivering and you, howling in delight at the sight of it. The very peak of respectability.

Perhaps this wretched age is not *entirely* without merit.

[He shakes his head, though fondness makes the gesture an amused *Oh you* rather than a disparaging dismissal]

Whatever would we do without you and [the same mumble, and a faint flicker of a smile - albeit one that fades when he remembers what they were originally talking about]

... quod erat demonstrandum. How very -droll-.

In my experience? Nobody born into this wretched half-formed age has ever been able to resist poking things bear, or bear adjacent 🍷

[the almost-laugh is much more genuine this time]

My apologies; I did not mean to cast aspersions upon the ever-meticulous work of the Architect.

[he sighs, pinching his brow]

Will "Yes" suffice as an answer, or simply invite more asinine questions?

[absolutely not; likewise, the little huff Emet gives in response is definitely purely amused, and not at all tired and grief-laden]

No doubt you'd approve such a concept based on punnage alone.

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#FF14 #FFXIVART #EmetSelch #エメトセルク #에메트셀크

I lied.... no scions in sight, just Emet 🤓

#ffxivart

don't leave me alone, you know I'm afraid of the dark

#ffxiv #hythemet #emetselch #hythlodaeus

can free up time in mine to accommodate her.

You and Titus' boy should compare notes.

[His tone is too theatrically dismissive to read as genuinely uncaring, but he's spent too long terrorising this bloodline to simply resume the role of loving patriarch now]

If she has time in her schedule for such vagaries as a social visit I'm sure I (+)

The proliferation of such debased and degraded concepts is hardly a glowing indictment of your age, Hero.

I imagine one needs more than a rudimentary grasp of creation magic to understand why "bird with a man's face" is quite so distressing.

WELCOME TO THE FINAL DAYS OF AMAUROT
(Now also featuring "piano that shoots lasers", "bird with a man face" and "this fucking thing")

A picture of Emet-Selch standing in front of the fiery doors leading to the Amaurot duty, but the flames are rainbow colored. There is text that says "Gay pride is over, time for gay wrath."

You can only repost this between July 1st and May 31st.

What a fun familial bonding experience that must have been.... Your son deserves points for dramatic flare, if nothing else, I suppose. Still, I'll take it that under advisement, should an Eikonic opportunity ever present itself.

[the sardonic smirk wavers a little]

... you believe so, do you?

A feat all the more impressive given how carefully we'd scripted its inevitable demise.

[this huff, though? This one's dismissive, disparaging; the mask of the capering jester slides back into place]

If she's heard whispers, then they're not from me.

[a small huff; he does not, as a rule, stoop to anything as base as sounding -impressed-, especially not with family, but one might be forgiven for thinking he's just made an exception. Then again, he always was fond of that plant]

I'm sure many would rather she'd left it to freeze.

[Truly, Lucius always was the best of them]

Sounds as if you've landed on your feet with that one. [he stretches, glancing about] And it -is- pleasant to see the greenhouses endure.

[Varis would no doubt recall the botanical gardens in their prime, and the Dalamascan morbol they once housed]

[he smiles - faint and fleeting, but an actual smile for once, rather than a mocking smirk]

There is, it seems, a first time for everything. I'm sure your father would be thrilled.

[and then it's gone, and he's inspecting his nails]

So is it cooking or gardening that occupies your time now?

[he shrugs, a little -too- dismissively (one might suggest the man protests too much) at her offer]

I imagine you'll foist it on me regardless.

[he permits himself a small huff that one might be forgiven for mistaking for a fond chuckle were it anyone but him, who of course never chuckles fondly]

Of the three of us, I was never the one whose strengths lay in -culinary- creation magics. Hythlodaeus made a far better sous-chef than I (+)

// Editorial sidenote: Solus zos Galvus actually -is- renowned for this one (possibly apocryphal) time he cooked something.

Hythlodaeus

Oh, do not get me wrong; it's no allagan bladeshark or vicejaw. But there's definite potential here.