— no, you will leave him be. Amos is forfeit to your will, but Gen is mine.
[ If he fervently snarls the claim, perhaps Hayame and Dimitri will think it because he wishes to visit his own type of punishment upon the young man who had failed him. Set shifts his weight upon his toes, raking his fingers over the smooth curves of one of the pale canopic jars. They might be able to see the etched sigils upon it — hieroglyphs that indicate the name of the one held within, the part of him that is tucked away in the confines of the sealed vessel.
Set holds one between his hands, reverent in his gentleness. His brows knit, the line of his mouth finding the animal-head effigy on top to press a morose kiss to something that ought not exist. Time was something he could understand implicitly, in Kenos. It was structured like a line, but acted like his experience of it — everything, anywhere, all at once. ]
I want to give Gen the opportunity to consider his next step. If he destroys my child, you may have him. But for now...
[ He wants to handle it, personally. ]
What I want you two to take away from this is a new consideration, as Meridian: the Zenites chose to involve those they wanted to treasure and preserve. They chose their undoing. That will be the way to destroy them — from now on, ensure targeting their loved ones is part of your tactic.
[ His eyes flash, alighting upon the two of them as he tucks the jars back into the depths of the sands, the sands tucked back into the depths of his body. Maybe in some part of his divine form, they rest now; he takes to approaching his snarling warriors, reaching his hands out to them. To rest on Hayame's arm and Dimitri's shoulders. ]
Find ways to locate their loved ones, We should include capturing them and holding them hostage, if not executing them, part of any future escalations.
no subject
[ If he fervently snarls the claim, perhaps Hayame and Dimitri will think it because he wishes to visit his own type of punishment upon the young man who had failed him. Set shifts his weight upon his toes, raking his fingers over the smooth curves of one of the pale canopic jars. They might be able to see the etched sigils upon it — hieroglyphs that indicate the name of the one held within, the part of him that is tucked away in the confines of the sealed vessel.
Set holds one between his hands, reverent in his gentleness. His brows knit, the line of his mouth finding the animal-head effigy on top to press a morose kiss to something that ought not exist. Time was something he could understand implicitly, in Kenos. It was structured like a line, but acted like his experience of it — everything, anywhere, all at once. ]
I want to give Gen the opportunity to consider his next step. If he destroys my child, you may have him. But for now...
[ He wants to handle it, personally. ]
What I want you two to take away from this is a new consideration, as Meridian: the Zenites chose to involve those they wanted to treasure and preserve. They chose their undoing. That will be the way to destroy them — from now on, ensure targeting their loved ones is part of your tactic.
[ His eyes flash, alighting upon the two of them as he tucks the jars back into the depths of the sands, the sands tucked back into the depths of his body. Maybe in some part of his divine form, they rest now; he takes to approaching his snarling warriors, reaching his hands out to them. To rest on Hayame's arm and Dimitri's shoulders. ]
Find ways to locate their loved ones, We should include capturing them and holding them hostage, if not executing them, part of any future escalations.