[ The shrine in the beyond is rich with his energy, with the flicker of Meridian poured into the native plants but still engulfed by the cool night of Zenith. It must feel like a balm to Liem, who doggedly keeps his property in Springstar ( for how long, now that he has gone — how long will he stay, until he must be sensible and move away? ), and to Set? It feels fine to him in his mind, a latent force that could resonate with him, but because of the intensity of his alignment, it stings like a frost.
Set's shrine is rich with greenery, speaking little of a god who ought to surround himself with red lands — parched soil become soft sands, dead life spilling beyond the boundary of his little domain. Yet, Meridian's power is that of creation and growth, kept in check by its opposite of destruction and decay — he would be better suited for Zenith, in all regards. Perhaps it is why he lingers and lives in the shrine in the Beyond, surrounded by the dark power of the forest.
He walks towards the shrine, toward the veils and curtains drawn over the door frame that holds no door. Sweeping them aside, he peers within as if to check to see if anyone is lingering inside ( Ruby, who keeps it clean / Quetzalcoatl, who naps or comes to visit to talk about her day ), before looking back to Liem. An increasingly intense thing taking over his expression, the line of his bare spine pale in the pale glow of the mosses and native fauna of the Beyond. ]
If I thought of any place in Kenos as my own home, it would be this shrine.
[ He holds his hand out, arm stretched towards the lost priest — his dark eyes, the bruise-dark blush that had settled on his cheeks a memory, but one he wants to revive again. ]
Liem — [ Set holds the curtain up, the interior of the shrine awash in pale candlelight, hinting at structure and comfort within. His voice a knowing admonishment, suggestive without being lecherous about it; a slightly-hesitant thing, by the color that climbs upon his own cheeks. The other hand sweeps down the length of his body, gesturing to the clothes he wears — the dark, Springstar-style robe with the pale, blue trim: ] You should know, that I also wore all this so that you would have something to take off of me.
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Set's shrine is rich with greenery, speaking little of a god who ought to surround himself with red lands — parched soil become soft sands, dead life spilling beyond the boundary of his little domain. Yet, Meridian's power is that of creation and growth, kept in check by its opposite of destruction and decay — he would be better suited for Zenith, in all regards. Perhaps it is why he lingers and lives in the shrine in the Beyond, surrounded by the dark power of the forest.
He walks towards the shrine, toward the veils and curtains drawn over the door frame that holds no door. Sweeping them aside, he peers within as if to check to see if anyone is lingering inside ( Ruby, who keeps it clean / Quetzalcoatl, who naps or comes to visit to talk about her day ), before looking back to Liem. An increasingly intense thing taking over his expression, the line of his bare spine pale in the pale glow of the mosses and native fauna of the Beyond. ]
If I thought of any place in Kenos as my own home, it would be this shrine.
[ He holds his hand out, arm stretched towards the lost priest — his dark eyes, the bruise-dark blush that had settled on his cheeks a memory, but one he wants to revive again. ]
Liem — [ Set holds the curtain up, the interior of the shrine awash in pale candlelight, hinting at structure and comfort within. His voice a knowing admonishment, suggestive without being lecherous about it; a slightly-hesitant thing, by the color that climbs upon his own cheeks. The other hand sweeps down the length of his body, gesturing to the clothes he wears — the dark, Springstar-style robe with the pale, blue trim: ] You should know, that I also wore all this so that you would have something to take off of me.