[ yea and she's a heckin rude babe in his canon, look at this girlboss!!! ]
You're delusional. In shock.
[ maybe even desperate. that lessa finds fortune in meeting him is absolute insanity to set, egypt's downfall and rot; the words remind him of what horus would insist was true, the earnest wishes for peace and calm upon even the evil god he had become in the eyes of history. set's response to lessa's declaration that meeting him was a good thing is immediate, a kneejerk scoff of disbelief. it's fine, his tone implies - lessa doesn't have to butter him up to be permitted to stick around.
lessa doesn't have to keep touching him, either! he would understand the need to touch his person if he were a human, seeking the gods' glory, but for another god to be so keen on being in contact -- well, the last god he'd ever touched so gently was anubis. and that was so long ago, cradling his young son in his arms during lessons of dignity and responsibility. eons ago, lifetimes ago, as near to him as yesterday and as far away as tomorrow. ]
-- Ma'at isn't here to hear your vow, but if ever I see her again, I'll convey your words to her. You needn't offer them to me, I'm not the god of order, nor truth. I govern chaos, disorder.
[ still, it soothes him to think that if his mind or soul were to cry out against his control, at least someone could keep a secret. perhaps there was a way to huddle up somewhere quiet and private with lessa, and drink together without prying fingers and eyes and ears working to catch the intimate things within their new members. to that end, it is set who reverses the hold that lessa has on him, seizing one slender forearm to half-drag the fellow god through the barracks in order to find such a place. ]
Still. Lessa, if you really mean it, you'll help me find a space where we won't be interrupted when we do this.
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You're delusional. In shock.
[ maybe even desperate. that lessa finds fortune in meeting him is absolute insanity to set, egypt's downfall and rot; the words remind him of what horus would insist was true, the earnest wishes for peace and calm upon even the evil god he had become in the eyes of history. set's response to lessa's declaration that meeting him was a good thing is immediate, a kneejerk scoff of disbelief. it's fine, his tone implies - lessa doesn't have to butter him up to be permitted to stick around.
lessa doesn't have to keep touching him, either! he would understand the need to touch his person if he were a human, seeking the gods' glory, but for another god to be so keen on being in contact -- well, the last god he'd ever touched so gently was anubis. and that was so long ago, cradling his young son in his arms during lessons of dignity and responsibility. eons ago, lifetimes ago, as near to him as yesterday and as far away as tomorrow. ]
-- Ma'at isn't here to hear your vow, but if ever I see her again, I'll convey your words to her. You needn't offer them to me, I'm not the god of order, nor truth. I govern chaos, disorder.
[ still, it soothes him to think that if his mind or soul were to cry out against his control, at least someone could keep a secret. perhaps there was a way to huddle up somewhere quiet and private with lessa, and drink together without prying fingers and eyes and ears working to catch the intimate things within their new members. to that end, it is set who reverses the hold that lessa has on him, seizing one slender forearm to half-drag the fellow god through the barracks in order to find such a place. ]
Still. Lessa, if you really mean it, you'll help me find a space where we won't be interrupted when we do this.
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how lewd!!!!]