[ Set's expression wrinkles at the theatricality of the gesture. What a weirdo...
All he'd wanted was information, and this guy is intent upon wrangling some obsequious words from his person in exchange. It could be a simple exchange, yet the harder Emet-Selch insists upon receiving something mannerly from Set, the more determined he is to dig in his heels in resistance; mulish and recalcitrant, his expression continues to sour, to darken. Someone has a temper.
Briefly, he seems to open his mouth - perhaps to finally sigh and concede, albeit with as much theatricality as he would need to maintain his pride. And then, he just feels cold. What comes from the man's mouth is a stark reminder of something that he hadn't gotten around to wondering -- if his home was eradicated, if all the gods dead once and for all... wouldn't that mean he was free? That his soul is still bound in something beautiful and deeply unpleasant is chilling. It's nauseating.
For a long moment, Set is very still. Very quiet. The expression that crawls up into his eyes is vibrantly hateful, setting him aflame from the inside out with naked resentment towards this man who just, he just, he just LOOKED -- ]
Did you like what you saw, you peeping pervert? Who's the one lacking manners now.
[ Like some sort of snake, he slithers back into Emet-Selch's space. His mouth curling into a mean little smile. ]
Naughty boy. I'll forgive you for looking at something that wasn't for you, and we can call it even.
[ all this because he didn't want to say please im so sorry crim ]
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All he'd wanted was information, and this guy is intent upon wrangling some obsequious words from his person in exchange. It could be a simple exchange, yet the harder Emet-Selch insists upon receiving something mannerly from Set, the more determined he is to dig in his heels in resistance; mulish and recalcitrant, his expression continues to sour, to darken. Someone has a temper.
Briefly, he seems to open his mouth - perhaps to finally sigh and concede, albeit with as much theatricality as he would need to maintain his pride. And then, he just feels cold. What comes from the man's mouth is a stark reminder of something that he hadn't gotten around to wondering -- if his home was eradicated, if all the gods dead once and for all... wouldn't that mean he was free? That his soul is still bound in something beautiful and deeply unpleasant is chilling. It's nauseating.
For a long moment, Set is very still. Very quiet. The expression that crawls up into his eyes is vibrantly hateful, setting him aflame from the inside out with naked resentment towards this man who just, he just, he just LOOKED -- ]
Did you like what you saw, you peeping pervert? Who's the one lacking manners now.
[ Like some sort of snake, he slithers back into Emet-Selch's space. His mouth curling into a mean little smile. ]
Naughty boy. I'll forgive you for looking at something that wasn't for you, and we can call it even.
[ all this because he didn't want to say please im so sorry crim ]