[Liem does not want to be faced with this reality right now. It is cruel of Set to demand that he trust him, to believe that Set will come for him when he calls, and then expect him to swallow the loss of the part of him that wishes to care for others—unselfishly, for nothing more than sentiment.
The hands that Set grips curl, clutching savagely at warm fingers. Liem dips away from the terrible emotion lurking behind Set’s expression, his forehead dropping heavily against the god’s shoulder. He does not want to speak. Some painful, iron-hot shape has lodged itself in his throat, and he does not know what will happen if he tries.
Stupid, stupid. Stupid of him to mourn something he never had to begin with. Get over it, Liem. Don’t be hysterical over nothing, for god’s sake, not while he’s still here—]
That is no one’s business… [he whispers, miserably, not trusting himself to speak any louder. His face feels hot against the smooth gold of Set’s collar.] … but yours, and mine.
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The hands that Set grips curl, clutching savagely at warm fingers. Liem dips away from the terrible emotion lurking behind Set’s expression, his forehead dropping heavily against the god’s shoulder. He does not want to speak. Some painful, iron-hot shape has lodged itself in his throat, and he does not know what will happen if he tries.
Stupid, stupid. Stupid of him to mourn something he never had to begin with. Get over it, Liem. Don’t be hysterical over nothing, for god’s sake, not while he’s still here—]
That is no one’s business… [he whispers, miserably, not trusting himself to speak any louder. His face feels hot against the smooth gold of Set’s collar.] … but yours, and mine.