Would you be able to find any faith in me, if I did not?
[ Raise his voice to Gen, he means.
Set's voice falls to a rasp, that dry and harsh little whisper that always comes from deep below his sternum. He is not a small man, not a slight creature, but one of strong, lean muscle and a beauty that transcends a given binary; in the clutch of their minds, his brow knits, red and tight and wrinkled in the middle as his mouth pulls down. Down further, and smooths out from a frown into a wobbling line. A shaking thing, his sharp teeth pressing into the back edge of his bottom lip. Biting until he tastes blood.
In that moment, he does fear Gen. As much as he wants to sink his teeth into him and drag him out of his hole like a wayward pup, fling him to the dirt and slap him until he cries. Bite him, until he's so scarred he cannot see himself save for what Set's done to him. He wants him to never be able to put their promise away again, no matter what they do to one another — because, even though Gen threatened his son, even though Set was and remains inches from giving in and fleeing to Zenith and betraying them entirely,
he has to dig his heels in. He has to think he can have it all.
Even though Gen irons himself flat. Lusterless and black, bleak and silent. Set's heart hammers against his rib cage, his throat constricts and his hands reach toward the young man as he draws back, as he calls them 'done'. ]
Gen —
[ He calls his name, once. Tries to speak on experience, because there is a similarity between them. Before Gen goes, before he silences their connection entirely, before he gives into that great dark thing inside of himself and breaks something because he has to ( set understands, but he does not give gen anything from his mind, not right now ). He just has to say it, before the connection closes: ]
I think, Reiji and Anubis have had enough of people using them to hurt us. Of being hurt by others. Consider it.
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[ Raise his voice to Gen, he means.
Set's voice falls to a rasp, that dry and harsh little whisper that always comes from deep below his sternum. He is not a small man, not a slight creature, but one of strong, lean muscle and a beauty that transcends a given binary; in the clutch of their minds, his brow knits, red and tight and wrinkled in the middle as his mouth pulls down. Down further, and smooths out from a frown into a wobbling line. A shaking thing, his sharp teeth pressing into the back edge of his bottom lip. Biting until he tastes blood.
In that moment, he does fear Gen. As much as he wants to sink his teeth into him and drag him out of his hole like a wayward pup, fling him to the dirt and slap him until he cries. Bite him, until he's so scarred he cannot see himself save for what Set's done to him. He wants him to never be able to put their promise away again, no matter what they do to one another — because, even though Gen threatened his son, even though Set was and remains inches from giving in and fleeing to Zenith and betraying them entirely,
he has to dig his heels in. He has to think he can have it all.
Even though Gen irons himself flat. Lusterless and black, bleak and silent. Set's heart hammers against his rib cage, his throat constricts and his hands reach toward the young man as he draws back, as he calls them 'done'. ]
Gen —
[ He calls his name, once. Tries to speak on experience, because there is a similarity between them. Before Gen goes, before he silences their connection entirely, before he gives into that great dark thing inside of himself and breaks something because he has to ( set understands, but he does not give gen anything from his mind, not right now ). He just has to say it, before the connection closes: ]
I think, Reiji and Anubis have had enough of people using them to hurt us. Of being hurt by others. Consider it.