[That little kick startles Liem a little, making him twist in Set’s grasp, cool hands sliding over his arms, trying to see him over his bare shoulder. The angle doesn’t really allow for it, though; mostly all he sees is red hair. He thinks, the next time he makes such a displeasing comment, his nighttime visitor may just bite him.]
Well, that much is true.
[He had not ended up seeing Set for a while after he left him there in the hosta, given that Liem was almost immediately ambushed and carried off by ants. And then, in subsequent days, neither of them had been in much of a state to seek support from anyone. If Liem had regretted that — and he had — his desire to hunt down the members of Zenith still troubling them had proved stronger.
That priority had seemed not only sensible, but preferable in the thick of the struggle. But now, he feels so wearied of violence and spite. He is starved for the warm, unabashed intimacy that Set offers.]
Were you… able to reclaim from Gen what you needed?
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Well, that much is true.
[He had not ended up seeing Set for a while after he left him there in the hosta, given that Liem was almost immediately ambushed and carried off by ants. And then, in subsequent days, neither of them had been in much of a state to seek support from anyone. If Liem had regretted that — and he had — his desire to hunt down the members of Zenith still troubling them had proved stronger.
That priority had seemed not only sensible, but preferable in the thick of the struggle. But now, he feels so wearied of violence and spite. He is starved for the warm, unabashed intimacy that Set offers.]
Were you… able to reclaim from Gen what you needed?