[The wound that demon had inflicted on her had been fresh and raw still when they had first met, the inside of her eye socket inflamed and tears still running bloody behind the makeshift bandaging she'd wrapped around her head. He had seen it, hints of the dark recesses where an eyeball was supposed to be, when she'd arrived in the dryad's roots chaotic and disheveled... but since then she has kept it hidden away, the sign of her shameful loss to a being that had been skilled and precise enough to reach in and rip her eye out the nerve root without leaving a single other scar on her beautiful face. A being that had left her alive to live on disgraced rather than be granted the release of an honorable death.
She thought she would have forgotten what it was like to have two again. But her body craves to see and take in so much, there's so much all around her, his presence larger in this secret part of him than she ever could have imagined or really been able to anticipate... and her spirit remembers. Yet even with the lost left one manifest, stormy gray above the gentle caress of his curious, lingering touch and staring up at him with the light of her star reflected in it...
He is still too endless for a mortal to truly, truly see, not all at once. Even knowing he has been lessened by his divinity being tethered to a world that was not Kenos, become able to hurt and to die in ways he was likely unfamiliar... Hayame does not say anything at first. She cannot. All her life... all her life she has never been able to exact change or better anything for anyone else. Even with as desperately and fiercely as she had striven to improve her own position, everything had come to naught in the end... and in Horos, in Kenos, on the few occasions she had tried to reach out and help others...
But Set says that she has done this. That her offerings, her devotions, had restored to him something of himself and how he was supposed to be... and he does not say "thank you", not in words like that, but he offers her something. His blessing...]
Set... I have fought every battle since our vow as if I already had your blessing.
[Whether he was capable of actually granting it then or not, his godhood limited and made weaker... she had simply assumed he would be, and waded into conflict and war as if cloaked in his favor already. Now he wants her to name her reward... ?]
If you would give me something now...
[She almost demurs, respectfully lays the offer back at his feet to allow him to select the shape his favor might take for himself, but... It is her choice. Even though she cannot think of an exact conclusion immediately, caught off guard yet and unable to imagine the full breadth of things a god like Set could bestow upon a worshiper... She made it, she made this possible so-]
Then I want... this.
[Her hands raise, vaguely gesturing to... him, to the room, to the overwhelming pressure and intimidating sense of divinity that threatened to swallow any mortal that came before it. That gaze, that aura... that proof that that they were bound to each other.]
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She thought she would have forgotten what it was like to have two again. But her body craves to see and take in so much, there's so much all around her, his presence larger in this secret part of him than she ever could have imagined or really been able to anticipate... and her spirit remembers. Yet even with the lost left one manifest, stormy gray above the gentle caress of his curious, lingering touch and staring up at him with the light of her star reflected in it...
He is still too endless for a mortal to truly, truly see, not all at once. Even knowing he has been lessened by his divinity being tethered to a world that was not Kenos, become able to hurt and to die in ways he was likely unfamiliar... Hayame does not say anything at first. She cannot. All her life... all her life she has never been able to exact change or better anything for anyone else. Even with as desperately and fiercely as she had striven to improve her own position, everything had come to naught in the end... and in Horos, in Kenos, on the few occasions she had tried to reach out and help others...
But Set says that she has done this. That her offerings, her devotions, had restored to him something of himself and how he was supposed to be... and he does not say "thank you", not in words like that, but he offers her something. His blessing...]
Set... I have fought every battle since our vow as if I already had your blessing.
[Whether he was capable of actually granting it then or not, his godhood limited and made weaker... she had simply assumed he would be, and waded into conflict and war as if cloaked in his favor already. Now he wants her to name her reward... ?]
If you would give me something now...
[She almost demurs, respectfully lays the offer back at his feet to allow him to select the shape his favor might take for himself, but... It is her choice. Even though she cannot think of an exact conclusion immediately, caught off guard yet and unable to imagine the full breadth of things a god like Set could bestow upon a worshiper... She made it, she made this possible so-]
Then I want... this.
[Her hands raise, vaguely gesturing to... him, to the room, to the overwhelming pressure and intimidating sense of divinity that threatened to swallow any mortal that came before it. That gaze, that aura... that proof that that they were bound to each other.]