[The god in Set has made an insufferable mess of Joyd, who like that petted beast curls with gratification in the company and attention, physical pressure all through his body that for a moment threatens to push him out — reined down, eventually, by Set's gracious offering. All of that redness floods through him, an ocean of blood in the desert, the sun on the dunes. It fills him like a meal.
And causes Tyki, for the first time since he clawed himself out of the dirt, to realize his own loneliness. He has not been apart from his family since before his awakening; they know him for who he is, they are one with him, and like this... To be seen by someone not his enemy, not someone who must die, is a surreal experience.]
Set. I believe it. [He sighs, leaning in the alcove as he gathers his composure again.] Thank you. Sorry, you've caught me off my guard here, I'm not my usual self. Tyki Mikk — that other part of me is Joyd. I'm more of a disciple, an apostle of the God who created the world. My world. There are others like me, the Noah you felt.
Strange to be having this conversation with someone I've never actually met. You want to go for a drink?
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And causes Tyki, for the first time since he clawed himself out of the dirt, to realize his own loneliness. He has not been apart from his family since before his awakening; they know him for who he is, they are one with him, and like this... To be seen by someone not his enemy, not someone who must die, is a surreal experience.]
Set. I believe it. [He sighs, leaning in the alcove as he gathers his composure again.] Thank you. Sorry, you've caught me off my guard here, I'm not my usual self. Tyki Mikk — that other part of me is Joyd. I'm more of a disciple, an apostle of the God who created the world. My world. There are others like me, the Noah you felt.
Strange to be having this conversation with someone I've never actually met. You want to go for a drink?
[Casual things to ask the god of war.]