[Liem is glad for the opportunity to move again, away from the theatre's exit and the site of that impromptu kiss. He follows Set willingly through the dimly-lit alleys of the Last Dance, past unfamiliar stalls and establishments, and into the tavern where softly-glowing stone sets the mood inside the dark little bar. He cannot guess what it is here that Set would want to show him; it is not until the god places his hand upon the cornerstone hidden in plain sight that Liem realizes that they are headed somewhere else entirely.
And unlike the twisting tunnels of the Last Dance, the lush forest that greets them at the other end of their journey is familiar. The cool, dark foliage; the faint, pinprick lights of stars above and glowing greenery below; the damp heat of a rainforest at the beginning of summer. The Beyond welcomes Liem home, resonating with the cool dark of his shard in a way that no part of Springstar does anymore.
He regards the shrine for a long moment, taking in the ancient, crumbling facade, illuminated by that soft glow and swallowed up by the forest around it. It is not a shrine that he would expect to associate with a god like Set, whom he would envision most easily amidst pale stone and red desert sand. But the structure looks at home here in the woods, and he can see that although it retains its original form, it has been claimed by someone new.]
It is lovely.
["Like you," he doesn't say, though his lips still feel warm where Set had kissed them.]
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And unlike the twisting tunnels of the Last Dance, the lush forest that greets them at the other end of their journey is familiar. The cool, dark foliage; the faint, pinprick lights of stars above and glowing greenery below; the damp heat of a rainforest at the beginning of summer. The Beyond welcomes Liem home, resonating with the cool dark of his shard in a way that no part of Springstar does anymore.
He regards the shrine for a long moment, taking in the ancient, crumbling facade, illuminated by that soft glow and swallowed up by the forest around it. It is not a shrine that he would expect to associate with a god like Set, whom he would envision most easily amidst pale stone and red desert sand. But the structure looks at home here in the woods, and he can see that although it retains its original form, it has been claimed by someone new.]
It is lovely.
["Like you," he doesn't say, though his lips still feel warm where Set had kissed them.]
Do you often come here?