[ Isis cursed all of them; none of them were to have what they wanted the most ( Set, to have his son; Osiris, to have Set; Isis, to have Osiris; Nephthys, to die ). But, he feels the tendrils of the curse slip through all that he is, threatening to deny him whatber he strives for and craves. It is why he flirts with amorality, why he yielded his altruism, why he courts a demon to become more like one, why he straddles devotion to Meridian and flirtation with Zenith — all in an attempt to get around the curse's threat.
Right now, he wants.
Liem's hands on his bare skin, cool and strong. The way his eyes burn with his own desire — thumbs along his inner thighs, and he wants those hands in more places. Tucked into his own, or holding him firm. He does not yield to things easily, especially not to his own desires when they are "without purpose" other than to be intimate. ]
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Right now, he wants.
Liem's hands on his bare skin, cool and strong. The way his eyes burn with his own desire — thumbs along his inner thighs, and he wants those hands in more places. Tucked into his own, or holding him firm. He does not yield to things easily, especially not to his own desires when they are "without purpose" other than to be intimate. ]
— you can't tell?
[ brat ( he's testing you, liem ). ]