[Though Liem doesn’t know what to expect in response to his denial, he knows that what he has offered Set is not what the other man deserved to hear, and not what he wanted. A helpless, unhappy anxiety squirms through him even as he says it, uncertain what this, too, will mean for him. For them. If only he could be better… but he doesn’t know how. Ultimately, he can only be what he is.
He is not expecting, when Set draws back to look at him, the red-eyed stare and the hands on his face to be followed by the god’s tongue dragging over the damp of his cheek. Liem’s expression, stern and frowning in an effort not to crumple in abject misery, falters in bewildered surprise. He is suddenly left completely lost, having no ready reply to anything that is happening in this moment.
He opens his mouth, but it is a while before he can make anything come out.]
All right.
[Shockingly, he finds that when Set says he doesn’t need his love, even if he wants it… he actually believes him. Maybe it’s because he is divine, and ultimately doesn’t need anything from mortals aside from their worship. (Maybe it’s because his love isn’t shallow.)
Liem leans his face gently into one of the hands framing it, feeling overwarm and nervous and a little sick. He desperately wants to just go lie down.]
I’m sorry I called you a liar. That was unfair of me.
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He is not expecting, when Set draws back to look at him, the red-eyed stare and the hands on his face to be followed by the god’s tongue dragging over the damp of his cheek. Liem’s expression, stern and frowning in an effort not to crumple in abject misery, falters in bewildered surprise. He is suddenly left completely lost, having no ready reply to anything that is happening in this moment.
He opens his mouth, but it is a while before he can make anything come out.]
All right.
[Shockingly, he finds that when Set says he doesn’t need his love, even if he wants it… he actually believes him. Maybe it’s because he is divine, and ultimately doesn’t need anything from mortals aside from their worship. (Maybe it’s because his love isn’t shallow.)
Liem leans his face gently into one of the hands framing it, feeling overwarm and nervous and a little sick. He desperately wants to just go lie down.]
I’m sorry I called you a liar. That was unfair of me.