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█ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. COMPATIBLE WITH: Exalt, Iconoclast REPELLED BY: Advocate

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[zauneyete]

[ Silco doesn't understand it, but he certainly can feel it. The way Set's revulsion roils and rages.

Silco does not offer sympathy — like Set, he is devoid of such things — but there is a sense of matching disgust. Not because they are using a weakness accurately, but because it's Set. After all, Set will be his to fight in the end. He knows it. If he cannot drag Set away from Meri, something that feels a distant, nearly extinct possibility now, then it will have to.

He would not allow any of them to, if they tried. ]

For all like you?

[ He asks, idly. Curiously. ]

cw awful

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[ for all like him? ]

Yes. But, worse for me. Because —

[ Hands and mouths. Men hungry to make him weak, because he was beautiful and unattainable. A distant ember they thought to devour to warm themselves, a being of repressed passions they lusted for. ]

It only happens because they want to enjoy seeing me weak. The unconquered god, conquered. I drive men to perverse madness, I fear.

[zauneyete]

[ In communion, Silco understands this impression. In Communion, Set can feel that broken mirror of reflection. Not of being beautiful, or inspiring of passion, but of people wanting to see him weak, and drug through the muck and sump. He understands, but then again. How could he not? ]

They fear you, and they want to be you. They see you as the unattainable and they are jealous for this. They hate that you do more than them, that you are capable of so much more.

[ Projection much? ]

They are so weak, and so jealous, that they cannot parlay with you on appropriate terms, hm? Shall I misdirect them, then? Or leave them to pathetically... [ I can't believe I'm writing this ] Spill themselves over and over in an effort to defeat you, only to find that you are aware, and prepared?

tldr he's so endeared to silco

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I could not begin to understand what others feel or fail to feel [ like AWE AND TERROR??? ] towards me. I only know some — seek sexual dominance, and I was made vulnerable to men by machinations... by betrayal.

[ It feels strange, voicing such a vulnerability and a vulnerable sentiment to anyone. Doubly so, because it is Silco — who has need of that info, and may come to use it against him. But.

In a strange way, he appreciates Silco's belief in him, too. That he is recognized as powerful, versatile by this man. He's not openly affectionate about it, but within their minds, there is the impression that he's bent down to rest his forehead against Silco's own. That he feels a complex sort of trust towards this man. ]

Whatever you can rationalize as worth doing, you can do it. I know Zenith comes before all else — but, I am always glad to know you are looking out for my personal longevity. That matters to me more than our Factions.

they're soulmates ✍(◔◡◔)

[zauneyete]

[ Set has a unique place that Silco cannot describe, the words are not there, because they are merely two fractured mirrors, reflecting trauma and pain and devotion to one thing and one thing only back and forth between them. He accepts Set because they are the same, because he understands there may be a world where their souls would unite, or perhaps a realm where they are allies on a battlefield — and the punishment of their enemies would be swift and deadly.

Instead, here, they are foes. They both know this. There is an honesty in being on opposing sides of a war, even moreso when there is something they fight for. They have both promised that to one another. He could never consider Meridian, no, because Jinx has no living body — he does not know what would happen were they to return to worlds — but Set promises revival, and that it could happen.

A contingency.

Just like he would take Anubis if they won and —

And —

The impression in Communion is of their foreheads pressed together, one hateful pit of an eye that never closes still open, and staring at him. Always there, even in communion. ]

We are different than they are. There is a respect that can only come from being such honest foes. [ More than that, maybe, but it is difficult to put into words. ] I do not want them to use such a weak advantage. If they cannot fight you as a respected enemy, then they do not deserve to engage you in battle. You are better than they are. Stronger. A force of nature that they cannot overwhelm or take in, so they look to deride you in the only way they can.

I will not sell to them our connection [ He says, for it is not something that anyone should be privy to. ] However, should they try to use this, I will ensure it does not strike.

[ How? Well, dw about it. Think of this as a personal project. ]