[ The explosion comes, abrupt and cascading. Behind Liem, the silken warmth of the cloned body holds him without flinching or crushing him; if anything, Set's copy is still gently affectionate, face pressed into Liem's hair and hands so gentle on his waist, the truth of Set's being, because there is no mask he can make such a simple thing wear. His prime body, however, curls into himself. His hands cover his ears, as if to block out the way Liem continues to push against him, to misunderstand him ( or, is it, as always, that Set lacks; that something inside of him is incapable of being anything someone wants? ).
His fingers fist in his hair, and then his hands find Liem's face and frame it. Hard and fast, as if ready to crush his skull between his palms as he searches for those strange, dark eyes. Set's own teeth bite into his lower lip, his brow twisted between anger and woe as he looks at Liem and tries to find the bridge between them. ]
That is not what I mean, Liem Talbott! You could offer me nothing at all, and I would love you. For you to think I, of all people, measure you by such criteria is not correct. It will never be correct! I am not bought by you, I am not weighing your soul — ! I just do! I just have, steadily and certainly, come to want to love you. Choose to love you!
[ Nephthys had known, once, that Set was a deep romantic. Awkward and unsure, fumbling — but so very, very sincere. A liar, Liem had called him. Sincere, his wife had once known him to be. To be mortal, loved by a god, is akin to madness, is it not? ]
You... augh! [ A frustrated noise, and he shoves his forehead to Liem's. His teeth flash, biting down on the man's bottom lip frantically, frenetic in energy. ]
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[ The explosion comes, abrupt and cascading. Behind Liem, the silken warmth of the cloned body holds him without flinching or crushing him; if anything, Set's copy is still gently affectionate, face pressed into Liem's hair and hands so gentle on his waist, the truth of Set's being, because there is no mask he can make such a simple thing wear. His prime body, however, curls into himself. His hands cover his ears, as if to block out the way Liem continues to push against him, to misunderstand him ( or, is it, as always, that Set lacks; that something inside of him is incapable of being anything someone wants? ).
His fingers fist in his hair, and then his hands find Liem's face and frame it. Hard and fast, as if ready to crush his skull between his palms as he searches for those strange, dark eyes. Set's own teeth bite into his lower lip, his brow twisted between anger and woe as he looks at Liem and tries to find the bridge between them. ]
That is not what I mean, Liem Talbott! You could offer me nothing at all, and I would love you. For you to think I, of all people, measure you by such criteria is not correct. It will never be correct! I am not bought by you, I am not weighing your soul — ! I just do! I just have, steadily and certainly, come to want to love you. Choose to love you!
[ Nephthys had known, once, that Set was a deep romantic. Awkward and unsure, fumbling — but so very, very sincere. A liar, Liem had called him. Sincere, his wife had once known him to be. To be mortal, loved by a god, is akin to madness, is it not? ]
You... augh! [ A frustrated noise, and he shoves his forehead to Liem's. His teeth flash, biting down on the man's bottom lip frantically, frenetic in energy. ]