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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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So we are.

[ Archangel lets out a small sigh. It seems like even with Communion that discord between like individuals will not settle. Perhaps it is because they feed each other's insanity? His madness is comfortable and part of him now; it does not give him any pain and so it is only occasionally that he notices how sick he has become.

It's terrifying to have moments of sanity before it slips through his fingers. He only holds them for a brief time, anyway. It doesn't matter. It never matters. What matters is his cause and hope. He will save everyone. He will give everyone the happiness that they deserve -- that he believes they deserve. He'll break every last one of them to ensure they stop ruining their pursuit of joy.

A brief smile crosses his lips. ]

All right. I promise to not sneak into your dreams so we can do this much. [ And he leans forward to send the image - the feeling - of capturing Set's mouth with his own. ]

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[ The burst of shock, of fury that rips through him as Archangel bends to him, as their mouths are brought together, comes as a sudden storm might. A crack of lightning to sear the skin and scar down to the bone, electric-white and violent, from the point of their 'contact' to the very base of Archangel's spine. Set crackles in his grasp, burning hot and blindingly angry — how dare he, before he must reign himself back.

The echo of another's mouth upon his, gathered warm and smooth as the hands upon his bare waist had been, as the hand that had nudged away his divine mask and left him to be gathered in the memory of thorny vines and dark, adoring eyes... Set jerks his head back, from the kiss and the Archangel. ] You really are the most audacious man!

[ A human man, he's said. Not a holy thing, but one that seeks to be. ]

Fine! We will do this much, now get out of my mind!

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[ Ah.

It seems like he can still feel some pain - if it is brought about in this place. Pain is the body and mind's way of telling someone something is wrong. There is some relief in feeling that fury and associating it with pain. Like being slapped for doing something he should not.

But at the same time, it is fleeting. A fleeting feeling that doesn't shake him enough from his madness to do more than offer yet another irritating smile. His hand rests on his chest as he steps back and says: ]

As you wish.

[ And the connection falls away. ]