#((apologies morgy is very spicy toward ascians at first. he will behave soon enough lol))

[morganaux]

@grumpyascianteddybear (Continued from here!)

When Morganaux had reached for Emet-Selch’s hand, he had expected to be met with anger. A scolding at best, he imagined, and violence at worst— he had taken precautions, preparing a particularly sturdy Adloquium shield upon himself before he sought out the Ascian on his own, but it appeared that it had been for naught.

Instead, he was met with... Sadness? Or, at least Morganaux thought he sensed a hint of melancholy in the man’s voice when he pulled away, glove left behind in the Elezen’s hand. 

But perhaps he had been mistaken, as he often was when it came to trying to read the hearts of others. Perhaps he was imagining things, or perhaps he had been projecting his own feelings onto the other. Being in the presence of their kind always did remind him of the one he loved and lost, all because of them, old wounds clawing themselves open again over a man that none but he would mourn for.

Whether or not the Ascian felt anger or sadness or something in between did not matter in the end. Morganaux was here to question him, and Emet-Selch’s feelings were not relevant, real or imagined. What was relevant was piecing together his intentions, and more importantly, making certain that his presence would not cause Hadianna any grief. 

Masking his frustration under a sweet smile, Morganaux held the glove over his heart, gaze as innocent as a doe’s as he looked up at the other. “Pardon me, but I’m afraid I don’t understand the message you’re trying to convey here. In Ishgardian glove etiquette, a single dropped glove means ‘yes,’ but leaving one in my hand is... Not something I am familiar with. You’ll have to use your words instead if you’d like me to understand.”

Ears flickering in amusement as a rather petty idea filled his mind, he then turned the glove inside out as he pretended to look it over. “Beautifully crafted glove, by the by, but let’s get to the point, Mister Emet-Selch. If you insist upon inflicting your presence upon us, I want to have a word with you about... You. Your purpose for being here, and why you’re not simply attacking us like the rest of you lot. I’ll leave you alone after you give me answers. But if you don’t, you’ll just have to put up with me until I’ve heard what I want to hear.”