[Set’s shrine has a very different sort of feel to it than does the church in Springstar. It is smaller, quieter; instead of being starched and pressed into something pleasing, it is allowed to exist in its own blend of spartan comfort and organized chaos. Liem drinks in the sight and smell of it as they step inside, pleased by the low-burning candles, the books and mementos that betray Set’s part-time residence here.
Perhaps surprisingly, he has never had a tryst inside a holy place before. Those who studied alongside him were too familiar with the truth of his nature to give him that sort of attention; by the time he had been in a position to seek out such things, it had always been much easier and much safer to do so out in the city, away from the prying eyes of the clergy. He certainly had never previously considered visiting a shrine to give his body to the god there.
He had not planned on doing so tonight, either. But now that he is here, he’s hardly going to turn around and leave.]
Other than the gift, and the walk, and the show?
[Liem raises an eyebrow, observing Set’s expression with intent interest. Perhaps he should be more nervous than he is, but the only flutter he feels in his stomach is that of anticipation. Lifting the warm hand that he’s captured in his own, he turns it so he can press his mouth softly against the heat of Set’s palm.]
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Perhaps surprisingly, he has never had a tryst inside a holy place before. Those who studied alongside him were too familiar with the truth of his nature to give him that sort of attention; by the time he had been in a position to seek out such things, it had always been much easier and much safer to do so out in the city, away from the prying eyes of the clergy. He certainly had never previously considered visiting a shrine to give his body to the god there.
He had not planned on doing so tonight, either. But now that he is here, he’s hardly going to turn around and leave.]
Other than the gift, and the walk, and the show?
[Liem raises an eyebrow, observing Set’s expression with intent interest. Perhaps he should be more nervous than he is, but the only flutter he feels in his stomach is that of anticipation. Lifting the warm hand that he’s captured in his own, he turns it so he can press his mouth softly against the heat of Set’s palm.]
I want you to take my clothes off again.
[Obviously.]