[ — to say that Set could readily close their Communion off and never have to deal with Amos on this invasive, boundary-crossing level again would be to say that the world had gone to the dogs. Though he was the one to suggest they avoid one another with their minds, he is also the one who relishes in raking his claws across the other man's space. He tears up the edges, slices through essential wires and oxygen-bearing piping; he brings a torrent of heat into what must be the cool, empty void of space.
( It is beautiful, the black expanse full of distant starlight. His mother. )
Set throws the doors open wide, as if to say come the fuck at me, and meets Amos head-on. His voice a nasty sneer, a smear of contempt and manic delight. He's never liked Amos, but right now? He likes him a little, for that anger, that wrath. ]
Grunting and snarling like a base creature suits you. Demands, however, will get you nothing from me.
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( It is beautiful, the black expanse full of distant starlight. His mother. )
Set throws the doors open wide, as if to say come the fuck at me, and meets Amos head-on. His voice a nasty sneer, a smear of contempt and manic delight. He's never liked Amos, but right now? He likes him a little, for that anger, that wrath. ]
Grunting and snarling like a base creature suits you. Demands, however, will get you nothing from me.