[ ( Flips a coin to see what the State of the Jars is, at this point. It was tails, so they're not yet back. Ruby will return them on Gen's behalf very soon, at least. )
Liem will feel Set convulse, when he brings it up. The thing he has been trying to ignore, to overlook. To not consider, because it has torn his heart into pieces and he vacillates between manic grief and abject fury. But, Liem asks, and Set's fingers bite into his belly, his arms tightening around him and his snarl building immediately; like an animal, caught in a trap. At the least, he is not tooth and claw. The answer ought to be tangible in the tension of his person, the way he constricts against Liem —
and then pushes away, off the bed.
The sound of his feet on the ground and the pale path of his bare skin as he paces across the floor of Liem's bedroom, hands flexing and unflexing. Meridian's warmth ( the desert's arid heat — ) pouring off him like a small star, a distressed one at that. ]
He threw one off the side of the island. I saw —
[ Gen did not REALLY do that, but Set is not exactly sane nor attentive to the delicate lie that was a Silent Image spell. He did not discern the lack of sound, the rasp of clay on stone. All he knew was that Gen's heart was not fully in it, and he thinks that he'd almost had him — almost been able to sink past the oily sheen of Gen's emptiness and have him and his child both.
Instead, one of the jars ( to his knowledge ) has been cast into the darkness beyond Kenos's island. ]
They were canopic jars. Four of them, two of which he returned to me after I gave him Reiji's shard. The other two he held onto, and commanded me not to get in his way for the rest of the battle for the Oracle. I did not heed him, and he chose not to make good on our bargain. He corrupted it, lied to me, tried to control me further. And after our win, he still had them.
[ Poor Liem. He's asked the painful question, and robbed himself of that warm intimacy. It's not his fault. ]
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Liem will feel Set convulse, when he brings it up. The thing he has been trying to ignore, to overlook. To not consider, because it has torn his heart into pieces and he vacillates between manic grief and abject fury. But, Liem asks, and Set's fingers bite into his belly, his arms tightening around him and his snarl building immediately; like an animal, caught in a trap. At the least, he is not tooth and claw. The answer ought to be tangible in the tension of his person, the way he constricts against Liem —
and then pushes away, off the bed.
The sound of his feet on the ground and the pale path of his bare skin as he paces across the floor of Liem's bedroom, hands flexing and unflexing. Meridian's warmth ( the desert's arid heat — ) pouring off him like a small star, a distressed one at that. ]
He threw one off the side of the island. I saw —
[ Gen did not REALLY do that, but Set is not exactly sane nor attentive to the delicate lie that was a Silent Image spell. He did not discern the lack of sound, the rasp of clay on stone. All he knew was that Gen's heart was not fully in it, and he thinks that he'd almost had him — almost been able to sink past the oily sheen of Gen's emptiness and have him and his child both.
Instead, one of the jars ( to his knowledge ) has been cast into the darkness beyond Kenos's island. ]
They were canopic jars. Four of them, two of which he returned to me after I gave him Reiji's shard. The other two he held onto, and commanded me not to get in his way for the rest of the battle for the Oracle. I did not heed him, and he chose not to make good on our bargain. He corrupted it, lied to me, tried to control me further. And after our win, he still had them.
[ Poor Liem. He's asked the painful question, and robbed himself of that warm intimacy. It's not his fault. ]