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𓃩 ("cosmically impossible to fix") ([personal profile] redsoil) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs 2023-06-28 04:33 am (UTC)

That is what I have come to enjoy, too. This place — and everyone I have met in it — are all from worlds I wish to visit one day. Far more than just lands and cultures upon one realm, there are multitudes within multitudes! To know that now, and to seek a way to traverse them all... I have not had a thought like that in millennia!

[ He had stopped dreaming of travel, when he had been called upon to serve as the god of war. Osiris had urged him to return to Heliopolis, had looked so mournful and dire that even Set's heartstrings had tugged in his direction — sympathetic, perhaps, to the weight of the crown and the throne and the responsibility he had known his elder brother to have. ( What can I do? he had asked of him, alighting upon the sill of the window, the one looking out and far over the Nile in the distance. The gleaming golden sands on the horizon and the beautiful, verdant life springing forth so close to their home. Osiris had sighed so strongly, and looked so regretful: I need you here, he had said, you will be our strongest warrior, in the coming days. Tomorrow, I will announce you as Egypt's god of war, and you will lead our armies against the threat at our borders. )

And that had been the end of his travels beyond the edges of Egypt. That had been the end of communication with the gods he had called companions, mentors and those he would be the mentor to. ]


Springstar's core culture resembles one from my home world, in fact! That of Helles, or Greece, which is intriguing to me. I wonder where your world overlaps with this one, or mine.

[ Merciless, he seems to have found something he is genuinely overjoyed by. Set's delight is — perhaps infectious in its sincerity, the way it brightens at the smallest of thoughts and carries forth with momentum until it collides with something immovable and is dashed from his face. Like he's been slapped, or crushed below a weight. ]

— ah, but enough of that. My focus ought to be you, Liem Talbott. Just the whole of you, aside from talks of origins or dreams. You are all my attention will be on, for the remainder of the evening, [ as he had scolded Liem for speaking of Hayame, now he reflects on his own fumbling. ]

I saw your smile, just now. [ All he has wanted, in return. ] Do you think, I could have it one more time? I have one more thing to share with you.

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