[ He would hope that a parent's love could be conditional. He would hope that that would be what Yima was capable of, that she could condemn some of her "children" to protect or prefer others. That some could even be rejected by her, or overlooked and ignored. A love so all-encompassing was empty, perhaps even dangerous to the Zenites under her banner.
A perfect parent, he does not want; his own mother had never quite looked at him, as if he did not exist to her. For years, he had tormented his own sister and only once Isis had returned to claim the thrown did anyone, any other god, raise their voice to him. Only for her, to support and defend her. ( Certainly, for a long time they had also bitched about her, since his pursuit of her had severely impacted their lives, but — he hated gods, more than he felt much of anything for humanity. )
Maybe that is why he finds it easier to sink into Quetzalcoatl's embrace, and push his nose under her chin like an animal seeking a ray of sunlight, the strong arms of someone who will not pay too much attention to the way it buries itself deep into that hold. Maybe, that is why Set had always been prone to wander to foreign lands and seek the company of foreign gods and their knowledge, their ways, their wisdom. He really, really feels like,
he could trust Quetzalcoatl. She's too stupid to use the information against him, and he has never... he has never told anyone the truth. Either they had seen, or been told by others. Even Horus knew, because he had been told. Isis had seen, and turned away. ]
— my older brother. He's my older brother, Osiris. The god of life, beloved by gods and men. I loved him, too. [ He still loves him, pitiably. ] I was happy to be at his side, to direct his armies and come home to be adored by him. We were — we were good friends, good allies. He married my sister, Isis. He stood by my side when I wed Nephthys, when my child was born... and he lied, all that time. For centuries, he lied and smiled and I did not see any of it and —
[ If he had had Quetzalcoatl there, he thinks — would he have been saved? ]
He took my ability to have children. He fathered my son, whom I raised. He told me my wife only accepted me on his behest, for peace lies only with power. He turned my sister and best friend into his sycophant, who blamed me for — for, [ he chokes for a second. Stress builds in the atmosphere, radiating off of his body as he curls tighter and sinks his claws into the other god's arms. He wants to die. He'd rather die than admit it, but. Horus knew. And Horus was so much like Quetzalcoatl; he was the child of Osiris, yet — he wanted to protect Set, who made his life a living hell.
Weak at heart, he cannot say it. He would be less than a man. The implication is there, regardless. ]
He took everything from me, to ensure I could turn to no one but him. And he said, he loved me.
cw horrible gaslighting and abuse yk yk
A perfect parent, he does not want; his own mother had never quite looked at him, as if he did not exist to her. For years, he had tormented his own sister and only once Isis had returned to claim the thrown did anyone, any other god, raise their voice to him. Only for her, to support and defend her. ( Certainly, for a long time they had also bitched about her, since his pursuit of her had severely impacted their lives, but — he hated gods, more than he felt much of anything for humanity. )
Maybe that is why he finds it easier to sink into Quetzalcoatl's embrace, and push his nose under her chin like an animal seeking a ray of sunlight, the strong arms of someone who will not pay too much attention to the way it buries itself deep into that hold. Maybe, that is why Set had always been prone to wander to foreign lands and seek the company of foreign gods and their knowledge, their ways, their wisdom. He really, really feels like,
he could trust Quetzalcoatl. She's too stupid to use the information against him, and he has never... he has never told anyone the truth. Either they had seen, or been told by others. Even Horus knew, because he had been told. Isis had seen, and turned away. ]
— my older brother. He's my older brother, Osiris. The god of life, beloved by gods and men. I loved him, too. [ He still loves him, pitiably. ] I was happy to be at his side, to direct his armies and come home to be adored by him. We were — we were good friends, good allies. He married my sister, Isis. He stood by my side when I wed Nephthys, when my child was born... and he lied, all that time. For centuries, he lied and smiled and I did not see any of it and —
[ If he had had Quetzalcoatl there, he thinks — would he have been saved? ]
He took my ability to have children. He fathered my son, whom I raised. He told me my wife only accepted me on his behest, for peace lies only with power. He turned my sister and best friend into his sycophant, who blamed me for — for, [ he chokes for a second. Stress builds in the atmosphere, radiating off of his body as he curls tighter and sinks his claws into the other god's arms. He wants to die. He'd rather die than admit it, but. Horus knew. And Horus was so much like Quetzalcoatl; he was the child of Osiris, yet — he wanted to protect Set, who made his life a living hell.
Weak at heart, he cannot say it. He would be less than a man. The implication is there, regardless. ]
He took everything from me, to ensure I could turn to no one but him. And he said, he loved me.