[ It's enough, for now. The situation will never be anything but fraught, now that he is involved in a situation that should have remained between Liem and Gen alone. There is no reason he has to believe that Gen will do what he says and return the jars — he's banking on him not, to be honest. But, he has to do what he is told. It is the greatest risk, to rely on the fragile bond between himself and Gen, and think into the future. His immediate desire is to take his child back. His future plans, however, require him to weigh the situation and outcomes wisely.
He's never been mentally sound, nor able to consider much outside of blind panic, when it comes to Anubis's life. All he needs, is enough give to find his footing again and find a way out. There is something to Liem, that soothes him right now. That he gives up the Shard to Set, for him. That he did not force Set to close the door upon their friendship to do what he had to do, selfish and desperate as it was. ( That he is just, a good man ready to do horrible things. Unlike Set, who is evil and ruinous. Liem is — he hurts, in a way that feels terribly good and wonderfully painful. )
As an old hand at what occurs when the other feeds from him, Set relaxes into the slide of teeth in his throat. He does not like being bitten, for reasons he cannot convey, but Liem has never slipped those fangs of his into him with anything but the utmost care. The cool pull of his mouth and the weight of those teeth ground him, weirdly enough. One hand strokes through Liem's hair, until finally he is done. Set rises after that, his throat slick with blood that will stopper quickly enough.
Quietly, he examines something about Liem Talbott. Before he leans in, and drags his tongue across the corner of his mouth and kisses him, lingeringly and soft. The long line of his gold earring flashes — is it one of the ones from his world, or is it the one that is etched in half a prayer, completed only by the one bequeathed unto Liem?
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Be safe. [ He murmurs, before the warmth of him flows away, form given to sand. ]
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He's never been mentally sound, nor able to consider much outside of blind panic, when it comes to Anubis's life. All he needs, is enough give to find his footing again and find a way out. There is something to Liem, that soothes him right now. That he gives up the Shard to Set, for him. That he did not force Set to close the door upon their friendship to do what he had to do, selfish and desperate as it was. ( That he is just, a good man ready to do horrible things. Unlike Set, who is evil and ruinous. Liem is — he hurts, in a way that feels terribly good and wonderfully painful. )
As an old hand at what occurs when the other feeds from him, Set relaxes into the slide of teeth in his throat. He does not like being bitten, for reasons he cannot convey, but Liem has never slipped those fangs of his into him with anything but the utmost care. The cool pull of his mouth and the weight of those teeth ground him, weirdly enough. One hand strokes through Liem's hair, until finally he is done. Set rises after that, his throat slick with blood that will stopper quickly enough.
Quietly, he examines something about Liem Talbott. Before he leans in, and drags his tongue across the corner of his mouth and kisses him, lingeringly and soft. The long line of his gold earring flashes — is it one of the ones from his world, or is it the one that is etched in half a prayer, completed only by the one bequeathed unto Liem?
Be safe. [ He murmurs, before the warmth of him flows away, form given to sand. ]