[ If anything, the hysteria in his voice only grows. As they collide in a heap, he thrashes like an animal in a trap — ungainly and disturbed and lethal as ever, to writhe his body's weight over Liem's prone form and sit across his hips. Set's fingers curl toward Liem's throat, and choose painfully to grasp at his shoulders instead.
If only it was so easy as killing. If only Shardbearers would die like normal people, Set would accept his due. Instead, he has to think creatively of how to get whatever he'a owed out of situations like this one — where the choices made by two others have come to involve him. He'll finish it if he has to, he'll end this whole stupid world if he must!
First, he returns the precious thing he found and carried, to Liem. In the wake of the other's laying hands upon that book, Set's mind surges and teems. It isn't Communion that connects them, but some other strange force that tears open the veil behind which what he cannot articulate is hidden. ( The small face contorts and cries, beautiful and miserable as Anubis pleads for his father to return to him. / Set feels his own divine flesh tear under the snagging, vicious thorns that entwine around him as he fights and thrashes and screams Anubis's name, hands reaching desperate for the tetrad of small clay jars while a tall, broad-shouldered man lays a hand upon his back and whispers fatally to him: What is it that you can do to save him? / Gen's furious mind curls up, more recent and devastatingly devout in his own desires — Set demands, then pleads a reminder, and finally his heart begins to cool. The last petals of Yima's gift are gone, and his mind fragments without them to calm the storm. )
The ringing cry, the animal howl within him is singular and despairing: My son, my son, my son — ]
Liem, please. Please, we are friends — do not ask me abandon the space in my heart that belongs to you to do this. I will. I will have to.
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[ If anything, the hysteria in his voice only grows. As they collide in a heap, he thrashes like an animal in a trap — ungainly and disturbed and lethal as ever, to writhe his body's weight over Liem's prone form and sit across his hips. Set's fingers curl toward Liem's throat, and choose painfully to grasp at his shoulders instead.
If only it was so easy as killing. If only Shardbearers would die like normal people, Set would accept his due. Instead, he has to think creatively of how to get whatever he'a owed out of situations like this one — where the choices made by two others have come to involve him. He'll finish it if he has to, he'll end this whole stupid world if he must!
First, he returns the precious thing he found and carried, to Liem. In the wake of the other's laying hands upon that book, Set's mind surges and teems. It isn't Communion that connects them, but some other strange force that tears open the veil behind which what he cannot articulate is hidden. ( The small face contorts and cries, beautiful and miserable as Anubis pleads for his father to return to him. / Set feels his own divine flesh tear under the snagging, vicious thorns that entwine around him as he fights and thrashes and screams Anubis's name, hands reaching desperate for the tetrad of small clay jars while a tall, broad-shouldered man lays a hand upon his back and whispers fatally to him: What is it that you can do to save him? / Gen's furious mind curls up, more recent and devastatingly devout in his own desires — Set demands, then pleads a reminder, and finally his heart begins to cool. The last petals of Yima's gift are gone, and his mind fragments without them to calm the storm. )
The ringing cry, the animal howl within him is singular and despairing: My son, my son, my son — ]
Liem, please. Please, we are friends — do not ask me abandon the space in my heart that belongs to you to do this. I will. I will have to.