[ He trails his hands up Liem's face, briefly glancing fingertips along the line of his ear, to carefully run them down the long, golden earring he has affixed to the other. The curtain of his hair shields them, for the most part; a waterfall of deep red, enshrouding them as Set looks upon Liem with some sort of deep sentiment. A dark thing that illuminates his eyes, the intense line of his brow even more immovable, as he feels Liem come against him — those cool hands along his bare spine, the latent hunger in him.
Slowly, his eyes flick to the muttering patron, one corner of his mouth drawing back in irritation at them. Like an animal that might bite them, solely because they have threatened something he is territorial over. Instead, he allows the weight of his hands to fall to Liem's shoulders, to trace his palms over the material covering his arms and take in that flushed, stunned look upon his face. With a light jerk of his chin, the flow of his hair like silk across one shoulder, he says: ] Then, come with me.
[ One of his hands, he fits into Liem's own, and draws him back through the Last Dance. In the direction of a dark, occultic-style alley-tavern called the Seven Black Oaths; a place he habitually locates, he keeps one of the large Cornerstones tucked away among the other faintly-glowing stones that make up the backlighting for his gauzily-draped den of patronage. Dark woodwork and damp, natural rock formations make up the back wall of his booth, low benching and low tables make up a curved salon-style "booth" he tends to frequent and it is into that location he brings Liem. All the better, to be able to lay his hand upon the Cornerstone there, to bring him elsewhere.
To reveal to a Zenite these cornerstones? Well, it is because the identity of "Liem Talbott" supersedes his newfound loyalties, in any matter.
The Cornerstone deposits them in the midst of a rich place, a jungle. One that Liem will find deeply familiar — in that it is the Beyond, and in the distance, the soft glow of bioluminescent plants and flora hauntingly frame a formerly abandoned ( albeit still old, with crumbling stonework and broken identity ) shrine. Some animal keens warningly in the distance, and Set straightens from the Cornerstone with an arched look at Liem, before nodding his head toward the shrine. ]
I do not think anyone will follow us out here. Come see — this is my little secret. Abandoned, and now mine.
[ Ruby won't be there if she thinks Set will be, and Quetzalcoatl is loud enough to announce her approach. ]
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Slowly, his eyes flick to the muttering patron, one corner of his mouth drawing back in irritation at them. Like an animal that might bite them, solely because they have threatened something he is territorial over. Instead, he allows the weight of his hands to fall to Liem's shoulders, to trace his palms over the material covering his arms and take in that flushed, stunned look upon his face. With a light jerk of his chin, the flow of his hair like silk across one shoulder, he says: ] Then, come with me.
[ One of his hands, he fits into Liem's own, and draws him back through the Last Dance. In the direction of a dark, occultic-style alley-tavern called the Seven Black Oaths; a place he habitually locates, he keeps one of the large Cornerstones tucked away among the other faintly-glowing stones that make up the backlighting for his gauzily-draped den of patronage. Dark woodwork and damp, natural rock formations make up the back wall of his booth, low benching and low tables make up a curved salon-style "booth" he tends to frequent and it is into that location he brings Liem. All the better, to be able to lay his hand upon the Cornerstone there, to bring him elsewhere.
To reveal to a Zenite these cornerstones? Well, it is because the identity of "Liem Talbott" supersedes his newfound loyalties, in any matter.
The Cornerstone deposits them in the midst of a rich place, a jungle. One that Liem will find deeply familiar — in that it is the Beyond, and in the distance, the soft glow of bioluminescent plants and flora hauntingly frame a formerly abandoned ( albeit still old, with crumbling stonework and broken identity ) shrine. Some animal keens warningly in the distance, and Set straightens from the Cornerstone with an arched look at Liem, before nodding his head toward the shrine. ]
I do not think anyone will follow us out here. Come see — this is my little secret. Abandoned, and now mine.
[ Ruby won't be there if she thinks Set will be, and Quetzalcoatl is loud enough to announce her approach. ]