[ the Vash seated in front of a god stirring life between their entwined fingers and the god lifting him from the very sands of their shared desert -- one that defines both of them, yet belongs to neither -- feels much like having been split into two pieces, existing in two spaces simultaneously, those experiences ultimately folding into one. this could (should) be a daunting experience to a mortal mind attempting to comprehend something as enormous, as infinite, as boundless and unknowable as a god -- and any human of Vash's world would surely feel fear bubbling upward at being held at the behest of such a being.
the red stain among the grains of sand slipping from Set's hand sits in that palm among the desert - the desert that is part of Set, a part of his godhood, of his lands and home and things precious to him. Vash isn't afraid; there is an unspoken and intrinsic trust as a finger beckons and green eyes wander to behold the breathtaking sight of an impossibility in the deserts of Vash's planet. Set doesn't know it -- how special Vash finds this gift, how remarkable and infinitely priceless a creation he'd brought forth in a single touch.
the Vash of Alenroux surrounded by greenery watches the gentle, fragile sproutlings in Set's hands with the same kind of wonder.
and after a moment of almost faraway, dreamy admiration, in a way that seems second nature to him, the hands of a man beneath clear blue skies and baking sun reach out to touch those of a deity encompassing each grain of that sand, the hot breeze upon one's skin. at the same time, a pair of gloved hands cradle Set's around the fertile earth. beneath burning sun, among the sands -- beneath gentle sunshine, surrounded by the thick scent of nature, the Plant closes his eyes and leans his forehead into -- against -- Set('s), eyes closed. ]
We don't need 'better gods,' and you don't need weapons. [ Set has too many; he turns his thoughts into them, and the person he buries those weapons into most is none other than himself. spills hot smears of red, soaks the sands with them, over and over and over again in an attempt to kill what cannot die. ]
But if you decide this is what you want to do--
[ the soft, warm trickle of life burgeons further, blooms like a flower unfurling, as if Set is a conduit to more than the Meridian's life-giving properties. ]
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the red stain among the grains of sand slipping from Set's hand sits in that palm among the desert - the desert that is part of Set, a part of his godhood, of his lands and home and things precious to him. Vash isn't afraid; there is an unspoken and intrinsic trust as a finger beckons and green eyes wander to behold the breathtaking sight of an impossibility in the deserts of Vash's planet. Set doesn't know it -- how special Vash finds this gift, how remarkable and infinitely priceless a creation he'd brought forth in a single touch.
the Vash of Alenroux surrounded by greenery watches the gentle, fragile sproutlings in Set's hands with the same kind of wonder.
and after a moment of almost faraway, dreamy admiration, in a way that seems second nature to him, the hands of a man beneath clear blue skies and baking sun reach out to touch those of a deity encompassing each grain of that sand, the hot breeze upon one's skin. at the same time, a pair of gloved hands cradle Set's around the fertile earth. beneath burning sun, among the sands -- beneath gentle sunshine, surrounded by the thick scent of nature, the Plant closes his eyes and leans his forehead into -- against -- Set('s), eyes closed. ]
We don't need 'better gods,' and you don't need weapons. [ Set has too many; he turns his thoughts into them, and the person he buries those weapons into most is none other than himself. spills hot smears of red, soaks the sands with them, over and over and over again in an attempt to kill what cannot die. ]
But if you decide this is what you want to do--
[ the soft, warm trickle of life burgeons further, blooms like a flower unfurling, as if Set is a conduit to more than the Meridian's life-giving properties. ]
--then do it. You can.