[Liem has never met anyone as uncomfortable with a compliment as the god of the desert appears to be. It is familiar enough to him, as a man who has always been shy of his own appearance, but to see reticence on Set strikes him as profoundly odd — especially because of how shamelessly he ambushed Liem with every aspect of this date. He cannot help but believe even more strongly, faced with this strangeness, that the only reason Set has gotten it into his head to invite Liem out in such a way is because he's decided this is what Liem wants.
Well — he is not wrong. Though how he came to such a conclusion, Liem still doesn't know.
He follows down the stairs in Set's wake, shrugging into his suit jacket as he goes. Far from being unnerved by the other man's choice of words, he reaches out to take Set's hands with a slight smile, his cool grasp gentle.]
How very like you.
[It is charmingly on-brand for Set to be so unwavering in pursuit of what he desires. Although Liem is certain this outing has been devised for his benefit more than for the god's, he's still tempted to believe the fantasy that Set is simply pursuing him for his company.
One fussy little pair of boots and a set of dark spectacles later, he is as ready as he's going to be to accompany Set on their date. Liem allows the other man to guide him around the underground venue, glancing curiously at the gently lit stalls and alleys. The atmosphere here is intriguing and inviting both — more agreeable by far than many places he has been to in the Below. If he is struck by a surfeit of free time in the future, he suspects this place may lure him back to explore its secrets more thoroughly.
For now, he has a show to attend with his animated companion. Galaniel's face is familiar by this point, and he manages to startle not at all when the insectoid hulk looms out of the crowds to deliver their tickets to them.
The aside that he delivers is accepted just as graciously as the ticket itself.
The style of theatre favoured here is less ostentatious than that most commonly favoured in his home city. It's a little unfamiliar, but the story is straightforward, and the presence of the man beside him, warm fingers clutched around his own, makes him glad for the company. Somehow, the performance makes his own loneliness feel more stark, so Set's companionship glows like a candle flame flickering bravely against the gloom. He wonders if it is an obvious thing about him, that he has a preference for melancholy tales.]
Set. [His fingers squeeze the other man's briefly, a small, quiet gesture in the midst of the crowded space.] Thank you for bringing me here. I would do this again.
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Well — he is not wrong. Though how he came to such a conclusion, Liem still doesn't know.
He follows down the stairs in Set's wake, shrugging into his suit jacket as he goes. Far from being unnerved by the other man's choice of words, he reaches out to take Set's hands with a slight smile, his cool grasp gentle.]
How very like you.
[It is charmingly on-brand for Set to be so unwavering in pursuit of what he desires. Although Liem is certain this outing has been devised for his benefit more than for the god's, he's still tempted to believe the fantasy that Set is simply pursuing him for his company.
One fussy little pair of boots and a set of dark spectacles later, he is as ready as he's going to be to accompany Set on their date. Liem allows the other man to guide him around the underground venue, glancing curiously at the gently lit stalls and alleys. The atmosphere here is intriguing and inviting both — more agreeable by far than many places he has been to in the Below. If he is struck by a surfeit of free time in the future, he suspects this place may lure him back to explore its secrets more thoroughly.
For now, he has a show to attend with his animated companion. Galaniel's face is familiar by this point, and he manages to startle not at all when the insectoid hulk looms out of the crowds to deliver their tickets to them.
The aside that he delivers is accepted just as graciously as the ticket itself.
The style of theatre favoured here is less ostentatious than that most commonly favoured in his home city. It's a little unfamiliar, but the story is straightforward, and the presence of the man beside him, warm fingers clutched around his own, makes him glad for the company. Somehow, the performance makes his own loneliness feel more stark, so Set's companionship glows like a candle flame flickering bravely against the gloom. He wonders if it is an obvious thing about him, that he has a preference for melancholy tales.]
Set. [His fingers squeeze the other man's briefly, a small, quiet gesture in the midst of the crowded space.] Thank you for bringing me here. I would do this again.