[Set, that is not what he meant! Liem scowls after the god as he plunges up the stairs, too married to his dignity to quicken his pace and chase after the other man. He doubts that doing so would accomplish anything in any case; is he going to physically bar the Egyptian god of war from his bedroom? No. Nor does he bother objecting to Set’s offer of help in choosing an outfit (but just in choosing one, right Set? right…?); he feels much like the more he struggles against him, the more force the god exerts to keep him from refusing his advances.
(Perhaps, on some level, he enjoys the inconvenience. He is not used to being pursued so tenaciously, over his own gentle objections. And though he could be firmer, more resolute in his denials, he does not really want to see the day when Set gives up on seeing him, if such a day were to exist. Never once has he considered saying “I’m not interested,” or “I don’t have time for you.”
A poor excuse for communication, though, for a man who has sworn to help Set with that task.)
The bedroom he follows the god into is large, though only when considering the modest size of the home. It is richly appointed in cream and midnight tones, the floor plush with rugs and the bed neatly made. Though there is a nightstand and a dressing table, not so much as a stray earring lies out in plain view. A small bookshelf bears a modest collection of books, primarily poetry and religious collections, mixed with historical treatises and other non-fiction works.
By the sliver of light filtering in through the shut curtains, glimpses of a washroom and a walk-in closet can be seen through a pair of doorways leading from the space. The only other notable feature of the room is a small shrine to Abadar, tucked into a small alcove and set low to the floor, that it might be accessed by a kneeling person.
Liem meets Set’s intent look and sighs.]
Thank you.
[He does not say “you are a strange man, to do so,” although he thinks it. Would one not need to be strange, to put such deliberate thought into hunting him down and taking him on a date? A nice date, he assumes, because he has every reason to at this point. What a strange man, a strange god, Set is to seek meaning in the likes of him. Strange — or perhaps just broken.
In any case, he assumes the theatre will not wait.]
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[Set, that is not what he meant! Liem scowls after the god as he plunges up the stairs, too married to his dignity to quicken his pace and chase after the other man. He doubts that doing so would accomplish anything in any case; is he going to physically bar the Egyptian god of war from his bedroom? No. Nor does he bother objecting to Set’s offer of help in choosing an outfit (but just in choosing one, right Set? right…?); he feels much like the more he struggles against him, the more force the god exerts to keep him from refusing his advances.
(Perhaps, on some level, he enjoys the inconvenience. He is not used to being pursued so tenaciously, over his own gentle objections. And though he could be firmer, more resolute in his denials, he does not really want to see the day when Set gives up on seeing him, if such a day were to exist. Never once has he considered saying “I’m not interested,” or “I don’t have time for you.”
A poor excuse for communication, though, for a man who has sworn to help Set with that task.)
The bedroom he follows the god into is large, though only when considering the modest size of the home. It is richly appointed in cream and midnight tones, the floor plush with rugs and the bed neatly made. Though there is a nightstand and a dressing table, not so much as a stray earring lies out in plain view. A small bookshelf bears a modest collection of books, primarily poetry and religious collections, mixed with historical treatises and other non-fiction works.
By the sliver of light filtering in through the shut curtains, glimpses of a washroom and a walk-in closet can be seen through a pair of doorways leading from the space. The only other notable feature of the room is a small shrine to Abadar, tucked into a small alcove and set low to the floor, that it might be accessed by a kneeling person.
Liem meets Set’s intent look and sighs.]
Thank you.
[He does not say “you are a strange man, to do so,” although he thinks it. Would one not need to be strange, to put such deliberate thought into hunting him down and taking him on a date? A nice date, he assumes, because he has every reason to at this point. What a strange man, a strange god, Set is to seek meaning in the likes of him. Strange — or perhaps just broken.
In any case, he assumes the theatre will not wait.]
How much time do we have, before we must go?