[ Meridian's way is the better way, the energy within him sings and calls; it demands he abandon his more moderate — hah! a war god, moderate! — view of the usefulness of all paths, and abandon his own innate curiosity toward all others. Nephthys, peaceful-cool Nephthys, had told him that the gods were not meant to rule over their humans, but to guide them. To shepherd and protect them as they sought their own futures. And he had promised to learn, empathize and understand them — a task he continues to find insurmountable.
All he knows in this moment is that he must guide the others, he must remind them not to give in until the bitter end. To return to their worlds was a choice born of the knowledge of those worlds, of the intimate connection and right they all had to them as children of their origins — the future that Zenith and their leader speak of is a future promised by one person. A long-lived and commendable woman, but one who should not be heeded until each and every Shard-bearer has exhausted their questions, explored every mystery — let the Lady be their balm, only when there is no true way out.
And there is. With Meridian. ( And Set does not want to do this. He does not want to gangpress anyone into submission. The idea revolts him in some capacity, crying out to Childe to abandon the fight and run: Do not let me brutalize your heart, he half-snarls, even as Meridian demands of him to fight. To win. )
As he collides with Childe's back, it comes with another burst of energy, the impact of his urgent will and voracious appetite. And he laughs, as he feels Childe begin to calm. A hungry little laugh, that responds in kind to the honesty he is given in return. ] That depends on what you feel 'sharing' entails. What manner of attention would you like, what you crave. What you desire in this world, above all else and how I can help you attain it, or challenge you as you seek it.
[ Oddly sincere, despite the absolute fervor in him, he murmurs into Childe's ear. ]
I truly believe you and I could be something delightful together, nds.rm. We have more in common, than not. And I want to see what kind of world gave birth to as wonderful a creature as you.
[ The part of him burning Meridian into Childe thinks nothing of what they could be. It yearns only to remind Childe of all that he was, before Zenith hooked itself into his heart and made him different. ( The part that despises this parasitical energy, the demand it makes and the toll it takes upon all Shard-bearers? That part does not want this. And hopes, thoughts loose and incoherent, that he can earn Childe's forgiveness for what he is doing. )
As Childe begins to relax, Set steps back. Once, twice, and kicks the knife up into the air. Now, they begin the next dance. ]
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All he knows in this moment is that he must guide the others, he must remind them not to give in until the bitter end. To return to their worlds was a choice born of the knowledge of those worlds, of the intimate connection and right they all had to them as children of their origins — the future that Zenith and their leader speak of is a future promised by one person. A long-lived and commendable woman, but one who should not be heeded until each and every Shard-bearer has exhausted their questions, explored every mystery — let the Lady be their balm, only when there is no true way out.
And there is. With Meridian. ( And Set does not want to do this. He does not want to gangpress anyone into submission. The idea revolts him in some capacity, crying out to Childe to abandon the fight and run: Do not let me brutalize your heart, he half-snarls, even as Meridian demands of him to fight. To win. )
As he collides with Childe's back, it comes with another burst of energy, the impact of his urgent will and voracious appetite. And he laughs, as he feels Childe begin to calm. A hungry little laugh, that responds in kind to the honesty he is given in return. ] That depends on what you feel 'sharing' entails. What manner of attention would you like, what you crave. What you desire in this world, above all else and how I can help you attain it, or challenge you as you seek it.
[ Oddly sincere, despite the absolute fervor in him, he murmurs into Childe's ear. ]
I truly believe you and I could be something delightful together, nds.rm. We have more in common, than not. And I want to see what kind of world gave birth to as wonderful a creature as you.
[ The part of him burning Meridian into Childe thinks nothing of what they could be. It yearns only to remind Childe of all that he was, before Zenith hooked itself into his heart and made him different. ( The part that despises this parasitical energy, the demand it makes and the toll it takes upon all Shard-bearers? That part does not want this. And hopes, thoughts loose and incoherent, that he can earn Childe's forgiveness for what he is doing. )
As Childe begins to relax, Set steps back. Once, twice, and kicks the knife up into the air. Now, they begin the next dance. ]