[ Perhaps time has given him back some of his old gentleness. How can a war god be the representation of all things terrible and troublesome, yet so sweet with the fingers he uses to stroke Liem's — awful! — beard? Or the tongue which speaks with a private warmth to him, as he colors and finds his way closer and closer. With so many years having passed, Set has noted that Liem's old neighbors, nosy and garrulous as jays, have gone. They were already old, and it is a mortal's lot in life to age and die. He'd nearly forgotten they existed, except it had felt odd to not hear the familiar titters and gossip in the garden next door when he had first arrived.
Quieting, he listens to the explanation of the bands that Liem would have them wear — were it a marriage. A thing he'd never envisioned for himself, the way Set... The way Set had dreamed of, sweet and longing, when he had first laid eyes on his older sister, Nephthys. When Osiris had told him that he could wed her, he had been — happy, right? Had he been happy? ]
— oh, Liem. You are. Mine, I mean. In all those ways, you are. I wed once, to Nephthys and had my son, Anubis and learned soon that it was... false. A ruse to control me, but I still — I still wanted a family. To not be forgotten by people who could love me, even for what I am.
[ Softly, he turns his hand over to look upon Liem's token. To really think about it, and what it means to him. Not marital status, as Ruby calls it ( a thing vital to her, which he will not shame her for or deny to her ). Just a "belonging". ]
What does "belonging" mean to you, Liem? How do you see it between us?
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[ Perhaps time has given him back some of his old gentleness. How can a war god be the representation of all things terrible and troublesome, yet so sweet with the fingers he uses to stroke Liem's — awful! — beard? Or the tongue which speaks with a private warmth to him, as he colors and finds his way closer and closer. With so many years having passed, Set has noted that Liem's old neighbors, nosy and garrulous as jays, have gone. They were already old, and it is a mortal's lot in life to age and die. He'd nearly forgotten they existed, except it had felt odd to not hear the familiar titters and gossip in the garden next door when he had first arrived.
Quieting, he listens to the explanation of the bands that Liem would have them wear — were it a marriage. A thing he'd never envisioned for himself, the way Set... The way Set had dreamed of, sweet and longing, when he had first laid eyes on his older sister, Nephthys. When Osiris had told him that he could wed her, he had been — happy, right? Had he been happy? ]
— oh, Liem. You are. Mine, I mean. In all those ways, you are. I wed once, to Nephthys and had my son, Anubis and learned soon that it was... false. A ruse to control me, but I still — I still wanted a family. To not be forgotten by people who could love me, even for what I am.
[ Softly, he turns his hand over to look upon Liem's token. To really think about it, and what it means to him. Not marital status, as Ruby calls it ( a thing vital to her, which he will not shame her for or deny to her ). Just a "belonging". ]
What does "belonging" mean to you, Liem? How do you see it between us?