[ Take a load off, that is. He does not require sleep, his existence is a vast and endless thing that Meridian needs. He must be both proof of their ideal, that it is real and attainable because if he did not exist, how could his world? He must be the shelter for those who yielded to Zenith, to refocus their minds and hearts in a different direction, in case ever they needed to lean back and close their eyes to the cold. Even to pretend.
( The ghost in his head calls to him, urging him to stop and slow. Not to go. ) In his lost thoughts, he has lumbered closer to Vash. Fingers curling, claws hooked and ready to be brought to bear against him. But. Vash has seen Horus, and Set could not hide the begrudging things he had felt for the other god. The stirrings of trust, of respect, of disorienting sentiment at his endless, earnest, patient resolve to be there for him. ]
If I do not keep going, he will catch me. He will take everything from me and replace it with himself, and I will —
[ Slowly, he hooks his fingers, his claws, into the red collar of Vash's coat.
It is such a lovely shade. It does not match Set's eyes or hair, which also match the blanket of flowers. ]
My brother was always easier to love. Kenos would love him, too.
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— how can I?
[ Take a load off, that is. He does not require sleep, his existence is a vast and endless thing that Meridian needs. He must be both proof of their ideal, that it is real and attainable because if he did not exist, how could his world? He must be the shelter for those who yielded to Zenith, to refocus their minds and hearts in a different direction, in case ever they needed to lean back and close their eyes to the cold. Even to pretend.
( The ghost in his head calls to him, urging him to stop and slow. Not to go. ) In his lost thoughts, he has lumbered closer to Vash. Fingers curling, claws hooked and ready to be brought to bear against him. But. Vash has seen Horus, and Set could not hide the begrudging things he had felt for the other god. The stirrings of trust, of respect, of disorienting sentiment at his endless, earnest, patient resolve to be there for him. ]
If I do not keep going, he will catch me. He will take everything from me and replace it with himself, and I will —
[ Slowly, he hooks his fingers, his claws, into the red collar of Vash's coat.
It is such a lovely shade. It does not match Set's eyes or hair, which also match the blanket of flowers. ]
My brother was always easier to love. Kenos would love him, too.