[Since he was very young, Liem has never known quite what to do with love. The fleeting love of a sister who vanished from his life; the conditional love of friends with their own human lives to pursue; the skin-deep love of strangers whose beds he’d shared; the spurious love of a father who wanted to keep him like a pet. It sits uneasily within him, fragile and strange, so easily lost or broken. Bewildering in its unexpected presence.
And a little panic-inducing, too. His fingers tighten on Set’s as they sit, and his body curves more firmly against the other man, moulding Liem to his shape. He tucks his face into the crook of neck and shoulder as some rarely-woken, anemic fear moves frantically down his spine and into his stomach. It is not a soft and easy emotion, for him, but one that makes him feel sick and worried, for all that he makes no move to release the god from his grasp.]
You have chosen difficult people to love.
[He doesn’t understand it — why Set would gravitate towards people who would hurt him. Surely he must have had enough of such pain by now.]
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And a little panic-inducing, too. His fingers tighten on Set’s as they sit, and his body curves more firmly against the other man, moulding Liem to his shape. He tucks his face into the crook of neck and shoulder as some rarely-woken, anemic fear moves frantically down his spine and into his stomach. It is not a soft and easy emotion, for him, but one that makes him feel sick and worried, for all that he makes no move to release the god from his grasp.]
You have chosen difficult people to love.
[He doesn’t understand it — why Set would gravitate towards people who would hurt him. Surely he must have had enough of such pain by now.]