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D's mind is a cacophony of things.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
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Whether or not D likes gods is an entirely different story.]
You should be careful. One day, they may offer you the right temptation.
[It doesn't sound like he's accusing Set of being short-sighted necessarily, of easily forgetting a promise, only wary about how good promises might taste to literally any of them.
The weight in his mind settles over him; the primal edges of him twist and curl. The shadows stretch their tendrils out toward Set, unable to reach past the restraint. A part of him wonders if Set would like him half as much if he didn't look like Anubis.]
Why is it there? [It's weird.] What do you plan to do?
[Now that Set has found it there.]
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[ It is not a matter of what Zenith can tempt him with, really. It is the fact that Meridian is the one that provided just enough to tether him to their ranks, just enough alignment to the things he wants. It is a promise to someone else, that has led him to the side of those who look to the past.
( If he reaches out the thought of a finger to curl through the shadows, heedless of their intentions, who has to be the wiser? He has flirted with the dark thing that was Sebastian, after all, what's a little more gloom and doom to stroke like a dangerous animal. ) ]
Take it for my own, of course. Isis is not here, and someone must make use of a proper temple — why not her little brother? Maybe I will seek out other locations such as this, to determine the core history and composition of this world. Is it the embers of Greece and Egypt alone, or is there more to it?
[ There is more to it, than just owning the temple.
He is a god of war, after all. ]
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The forefront of his mind is thoughtful and pensive. Someone having a piece of the Beyond might not be a bad move even if he is a person who creates no ties and never lingers long in a single place. Or... rather, he didn't.
But he's also thinking of how that could be used against Set. He's not sure if, in the end, it would or wouldn't be their problem.]
I assume we'll find out.
[While D is busy contemplating, a tendril of mental energy reaches out and wraps around the whole of Set's prying, curious arm.
It tries to pull Set in, away from D, warm and languid as if they were going to dance. Teased, like being edged. The spirit of it is a silhouette, and it looks very much like D. An incredibly tall and imposing aura mostly shadowed except for a face as pale as the moon, framed by rivers of long and dark hair, and two bright carnelian eyes burning like flames.
It smiles knowingly at Set from the edges. The charm is etiquette over the lust: taking Set's hand and bestowing an airy mental kiss on the knuckles with the hint of teeth when the smile curls upward. Pushing through a hypnotic desire that makes Set feel like the only important person in existence.
D snaps his attention, and the darker part of himself steps back, playfully letting Set's hand reluctantly slide away.]
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( Unlike with Sebastian, whom he can dance with and resist to a degree, Set has no defenses against D or the aura within him — their silhouettes, the dark fall of their hair and the darkness of their eyes leave his mind in shambles. Eager to do anything, to be able to take even the facsimile of his child into his arms.
He's made the same mistake before, unbeknownst to him, after all. ) ]
Oh.
[ There is palatable disappointment, an urge to reach out and seize at that deep, hidden thing within D. ]
— you do not mean to do that, do you?
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There is no need for a coronation for a heritage which is one hundred percent nobility in its godhood.]
It's best if you don't entertain it.
[The logical, more human side of D would of course say this. The other side he won't ever escape, always there, churns with a peculiar sort of thirst. It's parched. The whole of it is all around Set, curious, but without touching, held with an iron restraint. The hunger makes the thicker presence of D irritated.]