[ Set relishes in the scent of deep jungle and shadow, the way he had once rolled and entwined his mind with the warmth of Quetzalcoatl's vibrant attentions. Tezcatlipoca is much more like him: a wild thing made of heady scents, a force of nature that doesn't wear a mantle of heroism. Even still, Tezca isn't an evil god — he can feel that much from him.
Part of him, poisoned in Meridian, thinks to decline — "god-to-god" means little, it whispers, when one god has sided with the enemy. He strangles it to the best of his ability, cultivates it with rationale that dictates maintaining relations with that "enemy" is for the best. After all — look at how it paid off with one of Zenith's own. They're hard to convince to Meridian's side, in the way that Meridian's were not hard to sway from their position.
So, he flicks arid sands across the wet jungles and drapes himself in patches and layers along Tezcatlipoca's own mind. Cozies right on up with a warm little sigh and a bright hunger for the answer more than the request: ] Oh? For free?
[ He teases a little. With some, he might ask for a face to face meeting, but minds are as real as bodies to gods. ]
punches his arm
Part of him, poisoned in Meridian, thinks to decline — "god-to-god" means little, it whispers, when one god has sided with the enemy. He strangles it to the best of his ability, cultivates it with rationale that dictates maintaining relations with that "enemy" is for the best. After all — look at how it paid off with one of Zenith's own. They're hard to convince to Meridian's side, in the way that Meridian's were not hard to sway from their position.
So, he flicks arid sands across the wet jungles and drapes himself in patches and layers along Tezcatlipoca's own mind. Cozies right on up with a warm little sigh and a bright hunger for the answer more than the request: ] Oh? For free?
[ He teases a little. With some, he might ask for a face to face meeting, but minds are as real as bodies to gods. ]