[If there is any part of Liem’s stoic, diligent persona that is riddled with cracks and weaknesses, it is his desire for connection with other people. He falters so easily when confronted with kindness, with offers of intimate care and understanding. Set’s claws have sunk in deep, and they won’t be slipping back out.
Just like his father’s teeth won’t be slipping out, despite Liem’s horror of the man.
Liem’s response to Set’s answer is to pull his hand gently free of his grasp, so that he can pull a slim golden ring from one of his pale fingers. The rest of his fingers are already entirely bare, given that he was just asleep — but although he saw fit to wear this ring even to bed, the delicate band, studded with chips of garnet, is not one that Liem has worn previously, even as recently as during the Oracle trial.
To one who has a nose for such things, the ring smells faintly of magic.]
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Just like his father’s teeth won’t be slipping out, despite Liem’s horror of the man.
Liem’s response to Set’s answer is to pull his hand gently free of his grasp, so that he can pull a slim golden ring from one of his pale fingers. The rest of his fingers are already entirely bare, given that he was just asleep — but although he saw fit to wear this ring even to bed, the delicate band, studded with chips of garnet, is not one that Liem has worn previously, even as recently as during the Oracle trial.
To one who has a nose for such things, the ring smells faintly of magic.]
Then, will you wear this?