[ Similar to how Silco hides his own shard, Set's is hidden behind the gold and plating, all the jewelry that he's come to associate with the war god. There are no tethers, only their shards. There's nothing for him to touch other than their shards, and Silco knows that he could force all of his blight into Set, and create an enemy of another god in this month. He could truly do it again, and again, and create enemies of them all.
He should. He could not trust Set, not truly. Hadn't Set murdered his own brother by drowning him in the river? Doesn't that make his breath quicken and his throat bob? Doesn't that make him worry that he'll be betrayed, just as surely, by this god?
Then why, instead of taking the shard yet, does he efficiently, carefully undo the cloth at his throat, and tug it to the side? He does not trust Set -- Cannot, because there's only one person Silco trusts, and she's only a gemstone in his quarters in Highstorm, carefully alarmed and kept safe -- but he finds that Set is...
There is a connection there, between them. They have a pact, of sorts, and Silco wonders if it is because he is truly similar to Set so much that he would allow the god to see where his shard is, something that even Sebastian hasn't seen?
With the cloth moved to the side, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, not enough to expose, but enough for Silco to slip his fingers beneath the folds, and pull out his own shard, where it rested, hidden at his collarbone. Precious, kept safely away. Silco rarely showed more skin than his head -- save for occasionally his hands -- and his throat worked as he pulled it out, and then he pulled a knife from a small sewn-in holster at his belt. The one Sebastian had made for him -- with the writing on it that said: “Che la mia ferita sia mortale”—”May the wound I bring be fatal.” emblazoned on the hilt. He flicked it against a finger, and drew a small well of blood, before he offered it to Set. ]
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He should. He could not trust Set, not truly. Hadn't Set murdered his own brother by drowning him in the river? Doesn't that make his breath quicken and his throat bob? Doesn't that make him worry that he'll be betrayed, just as surely, by this god?
Then why, instead of taking the shard yet, does he efficiently, carefully undo the cloth at his throat, and tug it to the side? He does not trust Set -- Cannot, because there's only one person Silco trusts, and she's only a gemstone in his quarters in Highstorm, carefully alarmed and kept safe -- but he finds that Set is...
There is a connection there, between them. They have a pact, of sorts, and Silco wonders if it is because he is truly similar to Set so much that he would allow the god to see where his shard is, something that even Sebastian hasn't seen?
With the cloth moved to the side, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, not enough to expose, but enough for Silco to slip his fingers beneath the folds, and pull out his own shard, where it rested, hidden at his collarbone. Precious, kept safely away. Silco rarely showed more skin than his head -- save for occasionally his hands -- and his throat worked as he pulled it out, and then he pulled a knife from a small sewn-in holster at his belt. The one Sebastian had made for him -- with the writing on it that said: “Che la mia ferita sia mortale”—”May the wound I bring be fatal.” emblazoned on the hilt. He flicked it against a finger, and drew a small well of blood, before he offered it to Set. ]
Here. We will do it together.