[Liem follows Set slowly towards the gently-lit refuge of his shrine, his steps soft on the forest floor, senses alive for the smells and sounds of creatures moving in the dark. It is not an entirely peaceful experience, despite the glow of candles within and the tranquillity-laden air of mystery that the Beyond is so defined by. He is keenly aware that the presence of such a sanctuary does not make the wilderness around it tame, and some part of him is keen to plunge into it, to stalk through the wilds and see what dangers they have to offer.
He will not, of course. Set has his attention for the night, as the god stops at the shrine's entrance and turns to extend a hand his way: a quiet invitation. Liem joins him at the doorway, glancing within to spy the comforts with which the god has filled his retreat — his home, almost, he has said. And when Set gestures at the flowing fabric draping his form, with that charming hint of a flush decorating his skin, Liem reaches out and captures the sweeping hand lightly in his. A smile flirts with his lips, more comfortable now that they have only each other for company.]
You skipped ahead, you know. [A gentle admonishment, in return.] Usually I don't let my lover undress me until the end of the date.
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He will not, of course. Set has his attention for the night, as the god stops at the shrine's entrance and turns to extend a hand his way: a quiet invitation. Liem joins him at the doorway, glancing within to spy the comforts with which the god has filled his retreat — his home, almost, he has said. And when Set gestures at the flowing fabric draping his form, with that charming hint of a flush decorating his skin, Liem reaches out and captures the sweeping hand lightly in his. A smile flirts with his lips, more comfortable now that they have only each other for company.]
You skipped ahead, you know. [A gentle admonishment, in return.] Usually I don't let my lover undress me until the end of the date.
[He certainly doesn't tend to start with such.]