I did not say you did something in Zenith's name. I said I know what Zenite Discord looks like - it takes a different shape than Meridian's. You could have gotten it by any means.
[ Cassian, he thinks, needs to listen to what people say a little more.
He did claim that Cassian's state precludes him to apathy, though. That it draws him from the person he wishes to be, and more into a creature that could be bent to someone's will. Set has been there — full of Discord and driven to excess, to bountiful creation and searing, scalding heat. He tends to run hard into Discord, because he is the only ( to his knowledge ) Meridian Shardbearer to utilize his spellwork so consistently and constantly. He feeds the crops in Alenroux, after all.
He reaches out.
Touches his fingers to the pouch around Cassian's throat, before dropping them to the back of one of those fists he might just bring to bear. The surge of Meridian's force within him seems to bite at whatever Discord lingers in Cassian's shard, a thousand hot mouths descending upon it. The brief flicker of what it might have felt like to lie in a green, beautiful field under the soft light of the sun. Of turning one's face to the warmth of a star and just barely feeling it through the reinforced glass of a starship's front windows. ]
I said the Empire you showed me would be glad to see you languish like this. That holding fast to what you have done will serve those who wish you stagnating under its weight — by your tone... you did something for us.
[ Meridian, he means. Testing the waters further. Humans hate being wrong. Even an incorrect claim often yields a correction, and with it: truth. ]
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[ Cassian, he thinks, needs to listen to what people say a little more.
He did claim that Cassian's state precludes him to apathy, though. That it draws him from the person he wishes to be, and more into a creature that could be bent to someone's will. Set has been there — full of Discord and driven to excess, to bountiful creation and searing, scalding heat. He tends to run hard into Discord, because he is the only ( to his knowledge ) Meridian Shardbearer to utilize his spellwork so consistently and constantly. He feeds the crops in Alenroux, after all.
He reaches out.
Touches his fingers to the pouch around Cassian's throat, before dropping them to the back of one of those fists he might just bring to bear. The surge of Meridian's force within him seems to bite at whatever Discord lingers in Cassian's shard, a thousand hot mouths descending upon it. The brief flicker of what it might have felt like to lie in a green, beautiful field under the soft light of the sun. Of turning one's face to the warmth of a star and just barely feeling it through the reinforced glass of a starship's front windows. ]
I said the Empire you showed me would be glad to see you languish like this. That holding fast to what you have done will serve those who wish you stagnating under its weight — by your tone... you did something for us.
[ Meridian, he means. Testing the waters further. Humans hate being wrong. Even an incorrect claim often yields a correction, and with it: truth. ]