Watch over Robert Reynolds, Lord. He is a man divided against himself, bright and dark, who fights a war to defend his home. He trains to use his powers without falling into the shadows and being lost.
I do not usually grant boons that are to apply to other souls — I am known to be a deity that responds best to selfish acts, rather than the selfless. [ However.
He was not always as dark, or cruel, or monstrous as he is known to be. Like Armand, he was a bright eyed and beautiful thing beloved by many. It was when he was coveted by one who sought to cage him and change him, that everything became rot. ]
And yet. He falls under my domains. Guardians aspire not to, but they do.
[ The terrible mask, as visible and familiar to Armand as the face beneath it. A chaotic god, not nearly as cruel and horrible as he wants everyone to believe. He's not surprised to discover, again, that Set is capable of mercy, and generosity. ]
Thank you, Lord.
I care for him. He's asked for my aid in understanding himself and learning to control the power within him, and I've agreed to do whatever is necessary. But I believe that it may outstrip my capabilities, if it truly escapes containment. In your strength, you are a more suitable match. I would feel safer, knowing that you watch over us both.
[ Here, is the sensitive thing that lives below Set's preening and prowling. Here, is the vast heart he has tucked away behind masks, and paraded upon stage in roles within roles: the being that craves acknowledgement, and flutters like a sparrow when given it. ]
Of course I will, Armand. Should my strength become a requirement, you need but touch your mind to mine.
Ah... I believe I know which one your beau is — the one with the eyes like a sweet cow, whom was your accompaniment to my celebration. You smelled so strongly of him, even as I put my collar around you. I ought to introduce myself.
It is charming you think I am readily wooed by sweetness. [ lmao shut up set, you are ] Once the festivities are settled, I will. This is a time to attend our existing bonds, not yet seek new ones. What might you suggest as an introductory gift?
[ Even now, Armand might know it: the idle whimsy that dances along the edges of Set's mind. Armand held at bay on his kneeling pad by naught but a simple command, and a sweet-eyed boy just out of his reach. ]
You said "if it truly escapes containment". You mean to say that Robert Reynolds' sheut has independence from him?
Ah, poor thing. The crack in his soul must be so very large.
[ Close as they are, he can't help picking up on that stray thought on a shiver of desire, catching his lower lip in his teeth for a moment before he can concentrate on replying to the message. ]
They forced it from him. Scientists and doctors. Peeled him apart until they found it and bolstered him with their drugs and artificial enhancements. He was just a boy, forced to become a god.
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My Lord Set, gracious Ruler of the Oasis. I must beg a boon of you.
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Beg then, my pride and joy. What might you want of me?
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He was not always as dark, or cruel, or monstrous as he is known to be. Like Armand, he was a bright eyed and beautiful thing beloved by many. It was when he was coveted by one who sought to cage him and change him, that everything became rot. ]
And yet. He falls under my domains. Guardians aspire not to, but they do.
What inspired you to ask me for this?
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Thank you, Lord.
I care for him. He's asked for my aid in understanding himself and learning to control the power within him, and I've agreed to do whatever is necessary. But I believe that it may outstrip my capabilities, if it truly escapes containment. In your strength, you are a more suitable match. I would feel safer, knowing that you watch over us both.
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Of course I will, Armand. Should my strength become a requirement, you need but touch your mind to mine.
Ah... I believe I know which one your beau is — the one with the eyes like a sweet cow, whom was your accompaniment to my celebration. You smelled so strongly of him, even as I put my collar around you. I ought to introduce myself.
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I would be honoured if you could reach out to him. I think you'll enjoy his sense of humour, as well as his sweetness.
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It is charming you think I am readily wooed by sweetness. [ lmao shut up set, you are ] Once the festivities are settled, I will. This is a time to attend our existing bonds, not yet seek new ones. What might you suggest as an introductory gift?
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He likes to read. He's been exploring the philosophers. Jung, Freud. Seeking to understand his shadow self.
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You said "if it truly escapes containment". You mean to say that Robert Reynolds' sheut has independence from him?
Ah, poor thing. The crack in his soul must be so very large.
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They forced it from him. Scientists and doctors. Peeled him apart until they found it and bolstered him with their drugs and artificial enhancements. He was just a boy, forced to become a god.