[ 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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[muchalucha]

[ It’s easy to push through her hold, because it was only meant to draw his attention up for the sincerity of the moment. She embraces Set again, and it’s as easy as if they were truly siblings. Though considering both of their siblings, maybe that’s why it’s easy. They’re two gods of different lands and different fates, so the world itself couldn’t put them at odds. ]

Good.

[ It’s her simple response first with just a little tone of the teasing, chiding big sister—it’s a ”you had better”, though the threat behind it is still ultimately a playful one. The only consequence he could possibly face at her hands would be a lecture or maybe having a lucha move practiced on him. Her love is simple, but warm and vast.

…Though, it’s not like she doesn’t share the thoughts that go through Set’s mind. It’s a promise she can’t possibly keep, not in the sheer expanse that is their lives. Even if they see Meridian’s dream realized, even in the slight chance that maybe they were from the same world… The Quetzalcoatl that Set is meeting is the Heroic Spirit, not the God. Her spirit will return to the Throne, and she can only hope that her more divine self might peek into the experiences of the smaller one and take what she’s learned.

Still. She might not be able to keep the promise truly forever, but as long as she’s here, she’ll hold that promise close. She’ll be as reliable and steadfast as the sun, so that maybe when the time comes that they have to part ways standing on his own might not be so intimidating. Maybe he can look and consider that even if his hands were bound by maat, the hands of those reaching out to him first might not be.

So, gently, she leans her head against his to rest it there. ]

Just like the sun always looks over the desert, I’ll look after you, Set.