[ With his hair tangled among the roots, he looks akin to a higanbana; a sprawling, red lily that has somehow grown among the roots of the Tree. Flowers are rife upon him, springing from bruises, growing from the ragged remains of his nails — a sea of red irises, that are beautiful and painful to behold. Nothing bright and lively should grow upon a god of the desert, they ought to wither on the vine and crumble into dust, and yet. They persist. They are him, and they are born of Osiris's own cultivation, his carefully laid plans.
Set tugs some of his hair down. Patches of it have been torn in two, locks left shorter than the others and matted with blood. He'd clawed his own hair apart, snapping nails off his own fingers, in combat. Maybe, when they are free of the roots, he will deign to cut the rest — finally. The act makes room for Dextera. The silent permission bestowed upon him to come closer. Even Set craves company, in this horrid place. Especially the company of those who support his goal, even as he wants to shed his skin like a snake and stop fighting so hard. Stop being delusional, stop trying to be something he is not. ]
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[ With his hair tangled among the roots, he looks akin to a higanbana; a sprawling, red lily that has somehow grown among the roots of the Tree. Flowers are rife upon him, springing from bruises, growing from the ragged remains of his nails — a sea of red irises, that are beautiful and painful to behold. Nothing bright and lively should grow upon a god of the desert, they ought to wither on the vine and crumble into dust, and yet. They persist. They are him, and they are born of Osiris's own cultivation, his carefully laid plans.
Set tugs some of his hair down. Patches of it have been torn in two, locks left shorter than the others and matted with blood. He'd clawed his own hair apart, snapping nails off his own fingers, in combat. Maybe, when they are free of the roots, he will deign to cut the rest — finally. The act makes room for Dextera. The silent permission bestowed upon him to come closer. Even Set craves company, in this horrid place. Especially the company of those who support his goal, even as he wants to shed his skin like a snake and stop fighting so hard. Stop being delusional, stop trying to be something he is not. ]
And why are you so nervous?