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[raeltuff]

It wass a fleeting moment. Past and present drifting past one another, and it should have remained as such. But Rael was never very good at letting things stay like they should be. Impulsive almost to a fault as he came to a decision before he even seemed to realize it.

The only warning that Hermes, Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch might get being the soft surprise from a few of the Scions as the warrior hurried back past them. And Emet would be brought up short by a hand suddenly latched around his wrist. If he chose to glance back he might see the viera grinning breathlessly at him, brows lifted faintly as if in playful reproach.

"And just where do you think you're going?" How many times had Azem teased the same way? Joked before hauling his hapless and long-suffering friend off on some adventure with him? "Surely you don't think you're getting away from me that easily?"

Pay no attention to the faint tremor in the fingers clasped around his wrist- Rael wasn't about to dwell on how many people he'd let slip through those fingers before. He wouldn't force Emet to stay if he was truly ready to leave but... if he could keep him, even for a short while...

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[emet_sulk]

He remembers. Oh-so-vividly. That cheeky smile, those teasing eyes. They're a different colour, a different face, a different voice - but it's enough to send a little frisson up his spine that has him instinctively trying to step back and pull his hand away.

"To my rest, if it please you. Or even if it doesn't. Have I not earnt it after so many years? My part in this production is over," he retorts, trying to ignore the broad smile on Hythlodaeus' face as he watches them.

[raeltuff]

"And deny your breathless audience an encore?" Rael replied, trying to keep his tone light, for all there was that plea reflected in his gaze just behind the bright grin.

"One more adventure for the road so to say, what would the harm be?"

[emet_sulk]

Oh, no. He's not letting himself be tempted that easily! He's had thousands upon thousands of years to cultivate this stubborn persona, and he won't allow himself to fold--!

"I am not a traveller. Given the choice, I would rather stay home, sleep in, read a book even - not tread a dusty road and fend off wild beasts," he objects.

"...And besides," he continues with some petulance, looking away, "I have already seen all those sights I mentioned. 'Twould not be anything new for me."