[ Of his teeth, on Amos's flesh. It will definitely scar, Ari said. ♡
As Set does not seek to defend his choice of companions from her ( only his use of them ), he is relieve to know that Hayame does not leap to the defense of the man who had driven him to such wild combat. Set wields a multitude of styles, a flexible and frighteningly adaptive fighter whom cares not if he must engage in a battle that is unseemly — he and Amos had certainly traded their fair share of cheap and opportunistic blows. Long, long before they had finally fallen into calm. Satisfying their anger upon one another, and quickly turning their eyes askance. Willfully ignoring the thing between them that could bring them deeper understanding, because what they represent is anathema to the other.
But, not to Hayame. He knows she must find something in the man that suits her. He's definitely going to break her hearts, though. Mentally, Set cocks the shotgun in his nasty little hypocrite hands, in defense of his companion!! He cannot stand Amos. ]
It is worse in Communion, between he and I. I think that we are fine as long as we are not forced to interact within our minds.
[ He can hardly stand, physically exhausted and injured as he is, but stubborn as a mule. Hayame, he knows, is a woman who has stood for Meridian in her own way. It is a lonely, isolating way, but a way that she embodies without failure, without hesitation. ( She must be suffering, to have no one like her in that regard. ) Climbing to his feet, he drags his battered body to her — forcing himself steady, to not tremble or make sound as he draws himself into the cradle of her legs and leans himself into her. Without hesitation. Her body has never frightened him, nor given him any reason to pause in his regard of her as a woman, a warrior, or a friend. ]
I do not think you would have liked me, either.
[ Before. Long before.
He leans into her. Freely, closing his eyes with the trust of someone who knows she will not treat him unkindly. ]
It is a good thing we met now, then. This world causes us pain, but I cannot discount that without the circumstances, I would not have met you.
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[ Of his teeth, on Amos's flesh. It will definitely scar, Ari said. ♡
As Set does not seek to defend his choice of companions from her ( only his use of them ), he is relieve to know that Hayame does not leap to the defense of the man who had driven him to such wild combat. Set wields a multitude of styles, a flexible and frighteningly adaptive fighter whom cares not if he must engage in a battle that is unseemly — he and Amos had certainly traded their fair share of cheap and opportunistic blows. Long, long before they had finally fallen into calm. Satisfying their anger upon one another, and quickly turning their eyes askance. Willfully ignoring the thing between them that could bring them deeper understanding, because what they represent is anathema to the other.
But, not to Hayame. He knows she must find something in the man that suits her. He's definitely going to break her hearts, though. Mentally, Set cocks the shotgun in his nasty little hypocrite hands, in defense of his companion!! He cannot stand Amos. ]
It is worse in Communion, between he and I. I think that we are fine as long as we are not forced to interact within our minds.
[ He can hardly stand, physically exhausted and injured as he is, but stubborn as a mule. Hayame, he knows, is a woman who has stood for Meridian in her own way. It is a lonely, isolating way, but a way that she embodies without failure, without hesitation. ( She must be suffering, to have no one like her in that regard. ) Climbing to his feet, he drags his battered body to her — forcing himself steady, to not tremble or make sound as he draws himself into the cradle of her legs and leans himself into her. Without hesitation. Her body has never frightened him, nor given him any reason to pause in his regard of her as a woman, a warrior, or a friend. ]
I do not think you would have liked me, either.
[ Before. Long before.
He leans into her. Freely, closing his eyes with the trust of someone who knows she will not treat him unkindly. ]
It is a good thing we met now, then. This world causes us pain, but I cannot discount that without the circumstances, I would not have met you.