[ The white tresses are smooth, shining silver and slipping through Set’s fingers with ease. Despite the wild look to him, Dark is still very much vain and attentive to the details. He possesses the same regality and majesty that a beast does.
In the moment that follows, it is rare for him to be so silent. Dark considers Set’s suggestion, to explore Springstar, or try Meridian out— just for the funsies of it all, if you will. Said thought is not dismissed. It will stick there like glue, haunting him in his idle moments of boredom in Highstorm going forward.
For now, though, he is stubborn. He will not do as Set suggests because he doesn’t want Set to think he is following his word! Dark is ridiculously petty that way, and must do most everything on his own terms...
Something said, though, makes him snort. Dark's lips curl, pointed teeth showing themselves when he barks out a quick laugh. He’s as chaotic as he is free. He claps Set’s bicep with his hand as if he has told him a funny joke. ]
Gyahaha, speak for yourself, war god! I’m too selfish for any of that, and not obligated either. I’m amazing for me. As if I'd give a fuck about anyone else!
[ He laughs, and he laughs. At the same time, a foreboding outline of Lucien’s small, child form flickers in the back of the mind space, ghastly and unhappy with the statement. The familiar face, disapproving and somehow far more adult than ever, watches Set before he’s muffled and choked out of existence by Dark’s dominating spirit. ]
You can stay stuck to your celestial virtues all you want, but I’m always here, and anywhere else, to do what I want. That’s why you’re not having fun with any of this and I am! Being a god sucks.
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In the moment that follows, it is rare for him to be so silent. Dark considers Set’s suggestion, to explore Springstar, or try Meridian out— just for the funsies of it all, if you will. Said thought is not dismissed. It will stick there like glue, haunting him in his idle moments of boredom in Highstorm going forward.
For now, though, he is stubborn. He will not do as Set suggests because he doesn’t want Set to think he is following his word! Dark is ridiculously petty that way, and must do most everything on his own terms...
Something said, though, makes him snort. Dark's lips curl, pointed teeth showing themselves when he barks out a quick laugh. He’s as chaotic as he is free. He claps Set’s bicep with his hand as if he has told him a funny joke. ]
Gyahaha, speak for yourself, war god! I’m too selfish for any of that, and not obligated either. I’m amazing for me. As if I'd give a fuck about anyone else!
[ He laughs, and he laughs. At the same time, a foreboding outline of Lucien’s small, child form flickers in the back of the mind space, ghastly and unhappy with the statement. The familiar face, disapproving and somehow far more adult than ever, watches Set before he’s muffled and choked out of existence by Dark’s dominating spirit. ]
You can stay stuck to your celestial virtues all you want, but I’m always here, and anywhere else, to do what I want. That’s why you’re not having fun with any of this and I am! Being a god sucks.