Of course his words were said to be ridiculous, to inspire a little bit of release within Gen; bitterness radiates from him, hysteria abounds and Set dips his head to share in that laugh. Happiness and meaning, as if. What he has said is a joke, save for the last part. Gen has the right to choose where he will stand, and where he will struggle, and perhaps even where he will die. He shifts again, the more that the young man curls into him, the closer he gathers him. Until Gen may even be sitting with his legs across his lap, while he hooks his arms around his waist and leans his head away a little. Just a little.
Gen is a mean cuss, and that mouth is close to his throat. The ears closer, close enough for him to reach up and thumb at the root of one — the way he had in a disturbed haze, when all that they could share was something vast and mindless. ]
Are you asking because you want to know, or because you want to find something to be mean about?
[ Set takes the chance, and imagines that Gen is genuinely asking, in that brusque, hostile way of his. He uncurls one hand, resting it across the lanky teen's lap, offering his palm. Offering the cooling, soothing promise of Zenith along with it and a connection that emulates their night together, when Set threw open the boundaries of his mind and drew the other into it. ]
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Of course his words were said to be ridiculous, to inspire a little bit of release within Gen; bitterness radiates from him, hysteria abounds and Set dips his head to share in that laugh. Happiness and meaning, as if. What he has said is a joke, save for the last part. Gen has the right to choose where he will stand, and where he will struggle, and perhaps even where he will die. He shifts again, the more that the young man curls into him, the closer he gathers him. Until Gen may even be sitting with his legs across his lap, while he hooks his arms around his waist and leans his head away a little. Just a little.
Gen is a mean cuss, and that mouth is close to his throat. The ears closer, close enough for him to reach up and thumb at the root of one — the way he had in a disturbed haze, when all that they could share was something vast and mindless. ]
Are you asking because you want to know, or because you want to find something to be mean about?
[ Set takes the chance, and imagines that Gen is genuinely asking, in that brusque, hostile way of his. He uncurls one hand, resting it across the lanky teen's lap, offering his palm. Offering the cooling, soothing promise of Zenith along with it and a connection that emulates their night together, when Set threw open the boundaries of his mind and drew the other into it. ]