[As ever, Set manages to cut straight to the heart of Liem’s fears. He knows him too well: is too familiar with his pains and his struggles. What Liem has been able to disguise and keep quiet around others, he cannot seem to hide from this fierce, lonely god of chaos.
He does not want to even acknowledge his own wants, out of certainty that if he did, if he allowed himself to wish wholeheartedly for things he does not deserve—the ache of that wanting would gnaw him apart from the inside. He does not want to acknowledge them, even when Set is clutching him like a possession and murmuring promises in his ear.
But he does want what the god offers; he wants it desperately. So perhaps greed will once again be his doing after all.]
Very well, Set.
[He sighs it under his breath, and the hand Set is clutching turns and splays to clasp their fingers together. And he tips his face up, so his lips can brush the red of the god’s cheek.]
I want what you are, and what you have to give. I will accept what you offer.
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He does not want to even acknowledge his own wants, out of certainty that if he did, if he allowed himself to wish wholeheartedly for things he does not deserve—the ache of that wanting would gnaw him apart from the inside. He does not want to acknowledge them, even when Set is clutching him like a possession and murmuring promises in his ear.
But he does want what the god offers; he wants it desperately. So perhaps greed will once again be his doing after all.]
Very well, Set.
[He sighs it under his breath, and the hand Set is clutching turns and splays to clasp their fingers together. And he tips his face up, so his lips can brush the red of the god’s cheek.]
I want what you are, and what you have to give. I will accept what you offer.