[ There is a monster, at the other end of this ill-formed connection. Set feels the curl of that horrible smile as though it were his own, and must twitch his head away from the way it seizes at the space behind his teeth and presses at the corners of his own mouth. Tyki had gone fishing, and pinching the hook between pale fingers was something darkly divine. Diminished, without a doubt, but inevitable in presence.
The question asked of him is met with the brute collision of Set's presence; he is brilliant and red, as ruthlessly devoted to taking up the space within Communion as he is in battle. In the mind, he is both the endless desert and the pale figure, and treads through Tyki's space barefoot. The ends of his hair spilling across the floor like pouring blood. His hands are there, where they weren't before, cupping the question as it's asked.
In some way, he stands in that small alcove with the Noah, brow heavy and expression drawn. Severe is the god of war, his hands marked black with curse and Aspect tattoo and his mouth a grim line that does not part as he answers. ]
God of war. ( God of the desert, god of disorder. ) You weren't seeking me. I found your question compelling enough.
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The question asked of him is met with the brute collision of Set's presence; he is brilliant and red, as ruthlessly devoted to taking up the space within Communion as he is in battle. In the mind, he is both the endless desert and the pale figure, and treads through Tyki's space barefoot. The ends of his hair spilling across the floor like pouring blood. His hands are there, where they weren't before, cupping the question as it's asked.
In some way, he stands in that small alcove with the Noah, brow heavy and expression drawn. Severe is the god of war, his hands marked black with curse and Aspect tattoo and his mouth a grim line that does not part as he answers. ]
God of war. ( God of the desert, god of disorder. ) You weren't seeking me. I found your question compelling enough.