[Set’s roiling, overflowing frustration hits Liem like a shock of hot water, overwhelming everything else. For a long moment he cannot register anything at all—nothing but the frantic buzzing of his nerves and the sledgehammer beat of his heart trying to break its way out through his ribs. His hands retreat from Set’s, curling over his breast, over the place where Abadar’s symbol would be if it was currently around his neck. Still damp-faced, he stares at him in dismay.
More shocking than the revelation of Set’s bitter, desperate devotion is the idea that he—that anyone—would choose this. Would choose Liem, and not just love him, but choose to love him, against every instinct he has; something so unexpected he has no recourse against it.]
But…
[He cannot finish the thought. The double at his back is still keeping him captive, gentle hands like hooks, painful to tear himself away from—and Set advances on him like a stormfront. A small, shocked sound escapes him as Set leans in and his teeth find Liem’s lip, a sharp, rude sting.]
Set—
[As if to spite him, his heart throbs fiercely with sudden, savage longing, and his fingers splay up Set’s chest to slide over the sides of his neck, and his forehead continues to rest against Set’s, lips lingering at the corner of his mouth. Despite himself, he still so desperately wants everything Set gives him, no matter how wild or painful. Even when all his thoughts are thrown into confusion, this truth remains inescapable: he wants to belong to this tempestuous god.
But he must make one thing clear.]
That is not “lesser.” It is more than anyone has yet given me.
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More shocking than the revelation of Set’s bitter, desperate devotion is the idea that he—that anyone—would choose this. Would choose Liem, and not just love him, but choose to love him, against every instinct he has; something so unexpected he has no recourse against it.]
But…
[He cannot finish the thought. The double at his back is still keeping him captive, gentle hands like hooks, painful to tear himself away from—and Set advances on him like a stormfront. A small, shocked sound escapes him as Set leans in and his teeth find Liem’s lip, a sharp, rude sting.]
Set—
[As if to spite him, his heart throbs fiercely with sudden, savage longing, and his fingers splay up Set’s chest to slide over the sides of his neck, and his forehead continues to rest against Set’s, lips lingering at the corner of his mouth. Despite himself, he still so desperately wants everything Set gives him, no matter how wild or painful. Even when all his thoughts are thrown into confusion, this truth remains inescapable: he wants to belong to this tempestuous god.
But he must make one thing clear.]
That is not “lesser.” It is more than anyone has yet given me.