[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[redsoil]

[ It works out, for the better. The flowers that Set has grown through his Meridian-gifted power and his own divinity ought to not be left to strangle and choke the life of the crops of Alenroux; they were poisonous things, born from centuries of effort on Osiris's part, fashioned from Set's own — well, body. They would do no good for anyone, let alone the land upon which they were growing. To see them burnt away by Byleth's skillful application of flame, to see the ash that has been left behind in its wake?

That loosens the knot in his stomach. In turn, he is able to loosen his grasp on Byleth, and put an arm's length of distance back between them, though he keeps his hand clutching loosely at Byleth's upper arm — to steady him? to steady himself? ]

Good work.

[ "Thank you", he might actually mean. ]

[fishfearme]

Thank you.

[It's okay, Byleth will say it for them both. He stayed in place for a moment, watching the ash slowly settle as he took a few deep, bracing breaths. Magic came to him easily, it was just... such intensely precise work like that was enough to stretch his concentration to a point where his brain felt like it had been turned inside out. It would've been easier to simply scorch the surrounding area, but it would've been a shame to burn the crops as collateral.

Even so...

He lifted his free hand to rub at his temple, leaving smudges of dark grey against his skin and staining his hair. He'll need to find somewhere comfortable to lie down for a bit.]

It exhausted me more than it should've, though. The price of poor sleep. [He lowered his hand, turning slightly towards Set.] Is there anything else I can do to aid you, Set? I'm always happy to help you.

[redsoil]

You are, aren't you.

[ Happy to help him. For all his idiosyncrasies, Byleth is a deeply honest man — someone without ulterior motive, and a gentle heart that Set had already recognized. It is why he finds it easier to remain calmed in his presence, and to feel some innate desire to continue to monitor Byleth. To watch over him, now that the flames have taken the sinister vines and their red, red flowers and the lingering presence of his tormenter is at a distance.

He fits his hands around Byleth's elbow, as if to support him and draw him aside. Away from the middle of the field and towards one of Alenroux's many small patches of shade, urging him without words to sit down there. ]

— you can rest, now. And later, you can tell me why your sleep is poor — if we are to take one another as friends, then you need not hide your needs from me. Clearly, you have now seen me at... a low. Rest for now, though. I will return to work, and no harm will come to you while I am here.

[fishfearme]

[Byleth didn't resist Set hustling him over to the shade of a nearby tree, seating himself heavily amongst the grassy roots and leaning back against the trunk. Set stood over him in silhouette, the sun framing his hair like a brilliant halo - it made the red strands seem as bright as rubies - but Byleth didn't feel uncomfortable at him towering over him, as he would with most people.]

Thank you, Set. You're too kind.

[No matter what the man said or believed, or how his pain punctured through him like cruel thorns and drew blood from those around him, Byleth knew that Set was kind. It was rough and coarse, and buried under several layers like a particularly sandy onion, but the kindness was there, thoughtlessly offered without expectation of reciprocation. Perhaps one day it may backfire on Byleth, and he'll gain yet another scar on his back from an unforeseen betrayal, but he'll cross that bridge if it ever came.]

I'll rest easier, knowing you're watching out for me. [He meant it too.] Try not to work too hard, though. If you feel like you need to rest, you can sit with me a while as you recover.