Listen. Don't mistake him for a god of the dead and not expect him to be curious enough to swindle at least a little information out. (Ignore all his hang-ups with his rumored father creating more dhampirs in his image.) Left Hand thinks it's funny he gets called a brat for being one.
Easily, he goes along with Set's lead, falling into one of the alleyways in secrecy. Doing so doesn't bother him; he's long known from their first words that Set is covetous of this part of himself. For good reason, as he's explained.
What does bother him is how suddenly and rude Set simply dips into the space of his mind. For as disciplined as he seems on the outside, all of what he hides is boiling and churning around within. The edges of the space inside him quake with a lustful, intimidating power. Something dark and primordial is hovering in the shadows of the back like a predator, only tolerant of Set's invasion. The velvet sensuality opens and draws Set inward like the bed of mucilage of a Venus flytrap.
Something else is there, too. An old and separate entity, skrunkly in its existence, taking up space. Curious, mischievous. Very different altogether than D, than the interior of D's mind.
And then all at once, after a moment, the darkest pieces are swallowed away as the images come through, pushed to the bottom and tucked behind a curtain. Young Anubis doesn't look much different than some children on the Frontier. Fresh and strong. The shift after startles him surprisingly, and it shows mildly on his face, and his mind shivers with it. He understands why Set mistook him. He's baffled by someone who shares his face who isn't his actual twin.
And he wonders... has the Sacred Ancestor found a way to infiltrate other timelines, or perhaps Set is a part of his world's distant timeline, and the Sacred Ancestor had made another, someone older than even him, a first.]
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Listen. Don't mistake him for a god of the dead and not expect him to be curious enough to swindle at least a little information out. (Ignore all his hang-ups with his rumored father creating more dhampirs in his image.) Left Hand thinks it's funny he gets called a brat for being one.
Easily, he goes along with Set's lead, falling into one of the alleyways in secrecy. Doing so doesn't bother him; he's long known from their first words that Set is covetous of this part of himself. For good reason, as he's explained.
What does bother him is how suddenly and rude Set simply dips into the space of his mind. For as disciplined as he seems on the outside, all of what he hides is boiling and churning around within. The edges of the space inside him quake with a lustful, intimidating power. Something dark and primordial is hovering in the shadows of the back like a predator, only tolerant of Set's invasion. The velvet sensuality opens and draws Set inward like the bed of mucilage of a Venus flytrap.
Something else is there, too. An old and separate entity, skrunkly in its existence, taking up space. Curious, mischievous. Very different altogether than D, than the interior of D's mind.
And then all at once, after a moment, the darkest pieces are swallowed away as the images come through, pushed to the bottom and tucked behind a curtain. Young Anubis doesn't look much different than some children on the Frontier. Fresh and strong. The shift after startles him surprisingly, and it shows mildly on his face, and his mind shivers with it. He understands why Set mistook him. He's baffled by someone who shares his face who isn't his actual twin.
And he wonders... has the Sacred Ancestor found a way to infiltrate other timelines, or perhaps Set is a part of his world's distant timeline, and the Sacred Ancestor had made another, someone older than even him, a first.]
It's enough.