[ In as many ways as he feels similar to Liem, he also feels so strongly dissimilar. ]
You did not answer my other question, Liem Talbott.
[ Careful as those words are, Set won't let them stand uncountered and tested. He leans into the other man's space, bowing a little so that he can peer through the curtain of red that was his hair and feel the weight of his mouth as it purses and frowns. As he reaches deeper against Liem's person to hold his waist, and draw him in. Patient, and brutally persistent.
]
Is that treatment you expect from me? To be secondary to a goal, to a greater calling?
[ The answer clearly matters to him, investigatory as it is. He wants to know where their friendship is going, where Liem envisions it stands — if he imagines it changing, or if he is simply clutching at whatever he gets, for better or worse. Set, master of conflict and discord, wishes to push through that barrier on Liem's heart.
( He knows he will choose his son, always. But, Liem doesn't stand against what he wants or will choose. He is with it. )]
Look at me. [ And he thumbs the arch of Liem's cheek, fond and firm with possessiveness. ] — it's not solely about blame, or importance of our work. They are not mutually exclusive from wanting to not be lonely anymore. You could ask me for that. We could make it new and real, together.
no subject
You did not answer my other question, Liem Talbott.
[ Careful as those words are, Set won't let them stand uncountered and tested. He leans into the other man's space, bowing a little so that he can peer through the curtain of red that was his hair and feel the weight of his mouth as it purses and frowns. As he reaches deeper against Liem's person to hold his waist, and draw him in. Patient, and brutally persistent.
Is that treatment you expect from me? To be secondary to a goal, to a greater calling?
[ The answer clearly matters to him, investigatory as it is. He wants to know where their friendship is going, where Liem envisions it stands — if he imagines it changing, or if he is simply clutching at whatever he gets, for better or worse. Set, master of conflict and discord, wishes to push through that barrier on Liem's heart.
( He knows he will choose his son, always. But, Liem doesn't stand against what he wants or will choose. He is with it. )]
Look at me. [ And he thumbs the arch of Liem's cheek, fond and firm with possessiveness. ] — it's not solely about blame, or importance of our work. They are not mutually exclusive from wanting to not be lonely anymore. You could ask me for that. We could make it new and real, together.