I almost wonder, what you would be like as Meridian.
[ Set's voice is contemplative, but the edge of his curiosity is sometimes far too close to the threat of action to be comforting to some. In the narrow alcove he has wedged himself and Silco into, protective against the coercion and corruption and violence occurring beyond, in the belly of their prison, they must sit with their legs aligned, knees crooked. It is like two children, their hips pressed together and spines bowed, hiding in a place from the reality of the world. Except, they are not children and they are not hiding. In Communion, he is bound deeper to Silco than he is any other; for Silco had made the choice to spare him, in the early days of the Blight. To shed blood for a god, who shed blood to him in return.
It is not trust ( it cannot be trust, for trust will evoke something beyond that which they can stand — ), but there is a deeper understanding that passes between them. The impression of knowledge they now share, that cleaves Set to Silco. That allows him to comprehend his reasons for the destruction of all things, his hatred and loathing. Nephthys would weep, to know that Set's heart sang the same song as Silco's — and that if he stood one step to the right, they would be perfectly aligned in desire. ]
Do not frown at me, either. Humor me. While we are here, and the world is there.
im-purge-fections (jail for jill) w/ a twist
[ Set's voice is contemplative, but the edge of his curiosity is sometimes far too close to the threat of action to be comforting to some. In the narrow alcove he has wedged himself and Silco into, protective against the coercion and corruption and violence occurring beyond, in the belly of their prison, they must sit with their legs aligned, knees crooked. It is like two children, their hips pressed together and spines bowed, hiding in a place from the reality of the world. Except, they are not children and they are not hiding. In Communion, he is bound deeper to Silco than he is any other; for Silco had made the choice to spare him, in the early days of the Blight. To shed blood for a god, who shed blood to him in return.
It is not trust ( it cannot be trust, for trust will evoke something beyond that which they can stand — ), but there is a deeper understanding that passes between them. The impression of knowledge they now share, that cleaves Set to Silco. That allows him to comprehend his reasons for the destruction of all things, his hatred and loathing. Nephthys would weep, to know that Set's heart sang the same song as Silco's — and that if he stood one step to the right, they would be perfectly aligned in desire. ]
Do not frown at me, either. Humor me. While we are here, and the world is there.