There are some people, that despite the obvious siren's call of their Aspects, manage to resonate more within him than even some within his own faction. Ruby is one of them, her terror in this moment so acute that he tightens his hold on her, half-lifts her off her feet as if preparing to hoist her onto his hip or back and run until he dies to keep her ( them ) away from the poisonous, screaming thing inside of her mind and soul. He knows she was never that attached to Meridian, but he also knows from her own admissions, that Zenith holds a particular haunting quality. Even if the message resonates with her, she cannot find purchase in either place.
In their Communion, her terror — it sinks into the things that he tries to keep from her. The shivering thing that covers its ears and tears at its own hair and flesh, begging those who refuse to hear not to let it happen again please do not let it happen again it it going to happen to me again and again and again —. To no avail. Just like for Ruby, no one came for Set. Even here, he ensures that he never feels the begging, pleading thing that wants to look up and cry for help. It will never happen, it needs to die, he needs to keep it from Ruby —
Lady Yima — wouldn't be able to love me.
( Ruby's terror rips it from his hands, before he can hide it. Before he can be there for her.
The image of his brother, crawling out of the dirt below the tree. Handsome of face, charming of smile. The perfect gentleman with green skin, strong and adoring and gentle. A god of life, a god of prosperity, whom the people look upon with shining eyes, with hopes and devotionals sung in his honorable name. Osiris, Osiris. He crawls out of the dirt like green worms, in Set's eyes. Worms and vines, and dead eyes. Eyes that look upon him with — Ruby will know it, Ruby will know it because her own brother looks upon her in such a way.
And Yima is there, in this memory-vision. This potential thing. She takes the brother who looks upon Set with the promise of a world for two, where he finally, finally owns him, and the Lady — she,
she loves him, unconditionally.
She would love Osiris, whom carved Set apart. She would love him as she will always love Ruby. As she would love Cesare. With no heed given to those they will prey upon, with no condemnation for what they have and will do. Lady Yima — wouldn't be able to love me. ) Set's terror ricochets across their connection, the haunting phantom of Cesare Osiris that haunts his mind, that spoke words of love, of obsession ( All I have ever done, was for you. I love you. )
His hands hold her, tight. Hard. He doesn't mean to, but he cannot help but clutch at her. ]
All I cared about was you. [ Weakly said, choked out. She won't believe him, even if he is an open, raw wound that she can claw into and find no lie in. ]
When I kicked your shoes off, at the masquerade — it was so you could run easier.
[ He does pick her up, then. He wants her off the floor, he wants her out of these roots, he wants her away from Meridian and Zenith ( he wants her with him ), where he does not have to feel this terror of all things screaming within her. She validates him, because she needs him. Even if she only needs him for a little while, she is a woman that he could have seen in his past life and hurt as easily as any other man. He has hurt women. He does not want to harm her. He just wants her screaming to stop.
He reaches down, trying to take her shoes off her feet. Those dainty little heels she wears, they'll hinder her. Her hair, he needs to give her something to keep it up and away from the roots, so she does not get caught. ]
If you do want to stay, you know they will keep you safe. You will be Zenith, and that will be all that matters to them. You do not have to pretend you want to come back with me, I do not care. I will, I will make Jonathan Sims keep you safe, even. And Lady Yima, she... would love anyone. Anyone.
cw the screaming furby feedback loop
There are some people, that despite the obvious siren's call of their Aspects, manage to resonate more within him than even some within his own faction. Ruby is one of them, her terror in this moment so acute that he tightens his hold on her, half-lifts her off her feet as if preparing to hoist her onto his hip or back and run until he dies to keep her ( them ) away from the poisonous, screaming thing inside of her mind and soul. He knows she was never that attached to Meridian, but he also knows from her own admissions, that Zenith holds a particular haunting quality. Even if the message resonates with her, she cannot find purchase in either place.
In their Communion, her terror — it sinks into the things that he tries to keep from her. The shivering thing that covers its ears and tears at its own hair and flesh, begging those who refuse to hear not to let it happen again please do not let it happen again it it going to happen to me again and again and again —. To no avail. Just like for Ruby, no one came for Set. Even here, he ensures that he never feels the begging, pleading thing that wants to look up and cry for help. It will never happen, it needs to die, he needs to keep it from Ruby —
Lady Yima — wouldn't be able to love me.
( Ruby's terror rips it from his hands, before he can hide it. Before he can be there for her.
The image of his brother, crawling out of the dirt below the tree. Handsome of face, charming of smile. The perfect gentleman with green skin, strong and adoring and gentle. A god of life, a god of prosperity, whom the people look upon with shining eyes, with hopes and devotionals sung in his honorable name. Osiris, Osiris. He crawls out of the dirt like green worms, in Set's eyes. Worms and vines, and dead eyes. Eyes that look upon him with — Ruby will know it, Ruby will know it because her own brother looks upon her in such a way.
And Yima is there, in this memory-vision. This potential thing. She takes the brother who looks upon Set with the promise of a world for two, where he finally, finally owns him, and the Lady — she,
she loves him, unconditionally.
She would love Osiris, whom carved Set apart. She would love him as she will always love Ruby. As she would love Cesare. With no heed given to those they will prey upon, with no condemnation for what they have and will do. Lady Yima — wouldn't be able to love me. ) Set's terror ricochets across their connection, the haunting phantom of
CesareOsiris that haunts his mind, that spoke words of love, of obsession ( All I have ever done, was for you. I love you. )His hands hold her, tight. Hard. He doesn't mean to, but he cannot help but clutch at her. ]
All I cared about was you. [ Weakly said, choked out. She won't believe him, even if he is an open, raw wound that she can claw into and find no lie in. ]
When I kicked your shoes off, at the masquerade — it was so you could run easier.
[ He does pick her up, then. He wants her off the floor, he wants her out of these roots, he wants her away from Meridian and Zenith ( he wants her with him ), where he does not have to feel this terror of all things screaming within her. She validates him, because she needs him. Even if she only needs him for a little while, she is a woman that he could have seen in his past life and hurt as easily as any other man. He has hurt women. He does not want to harm her. He just wants her screaming to stop.
He reaches down, trying to take her shoes off her feet. Those dainty little heels she wears, they'll hinder her. Her hair, he needs to give her something to keep it up and away from the roots, so she does not get caught. ]
If you do want to stay, you know they will keep you safe. You will be Zenith, and that will be all that matters to them. You do not have to pretend you want to come back with me, I do not care. I will, I will make Jonathan Sims keep you safe, even. And Lady Yima, she... would love anyone. Anyone.
[ Osiris and Cesare included. ]