[ 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]

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.