[ Cassian jerks back, and to his credit, he does not come to blows following it.
Set has never been a merciful person, nor one that comprehends that boundaries need to be considered. Especially once he has his mind fixated on an outcome. Cassian does not want to ( cannot bear? ) to be touched right now, and so the war god draws his hand back, draws himself back. Without injury done to his person, or offense taken. Instead, he takes a step away from the place where he has cast Cassian Andor, and reaches into the depths of green foliage and clay pottery upon a handsome metal shelf nearby.
He rummages around, and comes up with a small, hefty potted plant. In this, the god's mind must be absolutely alien ( though to him, the flow of his thoughts is as sensible and natural as any other's! ), because when he comes back, it is to lob the weight of the pot toward Cassian. It is a sprouting, lush thing with narrow leaves. An aromatic thing, sweet and tangy like fresh lemon. ]
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Set has never been a merciful person, nor one that comprehends that boundaries need to be considered. Especially once he has his mind fixated on an outcome. Cassian does not want to ( cannot bear? ) to be touched right now, and so the war god draws his hand back, draws himself back. Without injury done to his person, or offense taken. Instead, he takes a step away from the place where he has cast Cassian Andor, and reaches into the depths of green foliage and clay pottery upon a handsome metal shelf nearby.
He rummages around, and comes up with a small, hefty potted plant. In this, the god's mind must be absolutely alien ( though to him, the flow of his thoughts is as sensible and natural as any other's! ), because when he comes back, it is to lob the weight of the pot toward Cassian. It is a sprouting, lush thing with narrow leaves. An aromatic thing, sweet and tangy like fresh lemon. ]
Catch.