No, no. I am saying that I would not spend your favor on a vote, I would ask nicely.
[ In a way, Set is both predictable and unpredictable. The minute details of his schemes are effervescent, lightning-quick and fluid — trapping him in a corner is difficult, for he will dart to the next ploy, to the next. He retreats when he must, and feels no shame over what tactics he utilizes. However, to know whom he is as a god ( his divine parameters, the requirements upon his existence — ) is to know what guides him, ultimately.
His fingers twitch, when Shanks kisses them. When he slides them to his chest, by way of his throat. Those red eyes of his follow in their wake, to the sharp jut of the man's collarbone, the strong swell of his chest. ( Somewhere on the network is record of Set asking for intimacy lessons, for the expansion of his knowledge. ) He knows the importance of transaction, and of using his own body to any and all ends. Set is slow to warm to seduction, even if he toys with others as if he is seducing them. Is that something Shanks knows as well? Is he doing just that, right now? ]
I will "kill" you, Shanks. I've an idea how already. Go to the lake after the voting ends, and at that point tell your friends you are meeting with "Danny Johnson" about his potential identity as a Werewolf. If he is not voted upon. If he is... I will text you another name for the same purpose.
[ He flattens his hand, slowly. Pushing it across the muscle of the man's chest, curling the pads of his fingers in hard, until he divots the flesh below. ]
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No, no. I am saying that I would not spend your favor on a vote, I would ask nicely.
[ In a way, Set is both predictable and unpredictable. The minute details of his schemes are effervescent, lightning-quick and fluid — trapping him in a corner is difficult, for he will dart to the next ploy, to the next. He retreats when he must, and feels no shame over what tactics he utilizes. However, to know whom he is as a god ( his divine parameters, the requirements upon his existence — ) is to know what guides him, ultimately.
His fingers twitch, when Shanks kisses them. When he slides them to his chest, by way of his throat. Those red eyes of his follow in their wake, to the sharp jut of the man's collarbone, the strong swell of his chest. ( Somewhere on the network is record of Set asking for intimacy lessons, for the expansion of his knowledge. ) He knows the importance of transaction, and of using his own body to any and all ends. Set is slow to warm to seduction, even if he toys with others as if he is seducing them. Is that something Shanks knows as well? Is he doing just that, right now? ]
I will "kill" you, Shanks. I've an idea how already. Go to the lake after the voting ends, and at that point tell your friends you are meeting with "Danny Johnson" about his potential identity as a Werewolf. If he is not voted upon. If he is... I will text you another name for the same purpose.
[ He flattens his hand, slowly. Pushing it across the muscle of the man's chest, curling the pads of his fingers in hard, until he divots the flesh below. ]