[ The restless, stormy landscape of Gen's psyche quiets at that.
Though Set will find out soon enough that the moment of silence is not because Gen has decided to surrender to Set's pleas. No, there's something distinctly disquieting about his long pause; tension crackles in the space between them, unseen but very much felt in the way it dances along the nerves like errant sparks of electricity, prickling shallow but sharp. Then Gen speaks again, quietly, that same shark-like ( cold, lifeless, cruel in an almost caricaturistic way) smile still playing on the low drone of his words. ]
An' when did I ask for you to yearn for my happiness?
[ Set should know better, really. He threatens to yearn for Gen's despair, but doesn't he know that's a dangerous carrot to dangle before the eyes of someone longing for an end?
Gen knows, of course, that it's a dangerous game he's playing. He knows there are worse fates than death. Months in this fantastical world have taught him that there are plenty here who could utterly crush him and reduce him to begging for mercy, and he has no doubt that Set would be amongst them. But with some corner of his heart desperately longing for oblivion, it's so difficult thinking this through in rational terms. A part of him just wants to drag Set down with him as he chases that dark, dark abyss.
He feels that phantom weight pressing against his back and winding around his side, warm and a little sticky with sweat, and Gen leans into it -- just so he can imagine himself grazing his teeth along the shell of Set's ear. Threatening, as he murmurs, ]
Hey, Set. You said 'too.' You'd adore me for my mercy 'too.' So it's not really what you wanted, is it -- you wanted me to hurt you. You expected me to break my promise. [ Can Set hear it? The quiet grind of ceramic against dirt. The jar nudges ever so slightly closer to that cliff's perilous edge. ] How the hell am I supposed to believe you really would have helped me, if that's the sort of shit you're saying, hm? What would you get from 'being there' for someone like that?
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Though Set will find out soon enough that the moment of silence is not because Gen has decided to surrender to Set's pleas. No, there's something distinctly disquieting about his long pause; tension crackles in the space between them, unseen but very much felt in the way it dances along the nerves like errant sparks of electricity, prickling shallow but sharp. Then Gen speaks again, quietly, that same shark-like ( cold, lifeless, cruel in an almost caricaturistic way) smile still playing on the low drone of his words. ]
An' when did I ask for you to yearn for my happiness?
[ Set should know better, really. He threatens to yearn for Gen's despair, but doesn't he know that's a dangerous carrot to dangle before the eyes of someone longing for an end?
Gen knows, of course, that it's a dangerous game he's playing. He knows there are worse fates than death. Months in this fantastical world have taught him that there are plenty here who could utterly crush him and reduce him to begging for mercy, and he has no doubt that Set would be amongst them. But with some corner of his heart desperately longing for oblivion, it's so difficult thinking this through in rational terms. A part of him just wants to drag Set down with him as he chases that dark, dark abyss.
He feels that phantom weight pressing against his back and winding around his side, warm and a little sticky with sweat, and Gen leans into it -- just so he can imagine himself grazing his teeth along the shell of Set's ear. Threatening, as he murmurs, ]
Hey, Set. You said 'too.' You'd adore me for my mercy 'too.' So it's not really what you wanted, is it -- you wanted me to hurt you. You expected me to break my promise. [ Can Set hear it? The quiet grind of ceramic against dirt. The jar nudges ever so slightly closer to that cliff's perilous edge. ] How the hell am I supposed to believe you really would have helped me, if that's the sort of shit you're saying, hm? What would you get from 'being there' for someone like that?