(fanboy, set says, and marc bristles, just a touch. it's an involuntary reaction punctuated by a scowl of displeasure. the clarification isn't there that marc doesn't identify as khonshu's fan, and marc leaves it open for interpretation. )
Priest, ( comes the correction, though given khonshu, given marc's particular relationship with the god, that's not exactly true either. for marc, worship and faith have always been difficult, strange things, defined by conflict and anger and disappointment. his father's relationship with God had been so utterly, totally, completely different to marc's, even as a boy, when marc had been too young to be angry at the world.
it's not hatred, marc reserves that for himself, but the bulk of marc's feelings with regards to khonshu err on the side of regret. dislike. unhappiness at how he's intrinsically tied up in serving khonshu's wishes, in enacting his judgement. khonshu permits him his violence, permits him to walk a line between doing good and being marc spector, and truthfully, marc wishes he hadn't been so weak as to jump at the call of the first god that had spoken to him. )
And Khonshu's more concerned about his duties than he is anyone else's. ( unless they interfere, naturally.
to the rest of it, marc says nothing — the thought of khonshu emerging from the tree, all skull and suit, is an unsettling, nightmarish thought, and not one marc had even considered. khonshu has never been corporeal and marc isn't sure he's capable of it, and yet he's set.
(he still doesn't want to think about it.)
which leaves the specifics of where khonshu actually exists and the spaces he inhabits a question marc has never, not once in his life, really thought about.
(except, of course, to intermittently wonder whether khonshu did exist or if he was merely a symptom of marc's insanity.) )
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Priest, ( comes the correction, though given khonshu, given marc's particular relationship with the god, that's not exactly true either. for marc, worship and faith have always been difficult, strange things, defined by conflict and anger and disappointment. his father's relationship with God had been so utterly, totally, completely different to marc's, even as a boy, when marc had been too young to be angry at the world.
it's not hatred, marc reserves that for himself, but the bulk of marc's feelings with regards to khonshu err on the side of regret. dislike. unhappiness at how he's intrinsically tied up in serving khonshu's wishes, in enacting his judgement. khonshu permits him his violence, permits him to walk a line between doing good and being marc spector, and truthfully, marc wishes he hadn't been so weak as to jump at the call of the first god that had spoken to him. )
And Khonshu's more concerned about his duties than he is anyone else's. ( unless they interfere, naturally.
to the rest of it, marc says nothing — the thought of khonshu emerging from the tree, all skull and suit, is an unsettling, nightmarish thought, and not one marc had even considered. khonshu has never been corporeal and marc isn't sure he's capable of it, and yet he's set.
(he still doesn't want to think about it.)
which leaves the specifics of where khonshu actually exists and the spaces he inhabits a question marc has never, not once in his life, really thought about.
(except, of course, to intermittently wonder whether khonshu did exist or if he was merely a symptom of marc's insanity.) )