[ Honestly, he could wear his grudges against a fellow god for centuries, until circumstances required them to align with one another and the grudge would have to be moved aside for a mutual goal. That would be the way of the divine, with minds that were far more complex ( yet, oddly simple ) compared to mortal ones; Quetzalcoatl had returned to Meridian, and spent the next several weeks so morose and damp that it must have been monsoon season in the jungle environment she had manifested in the Beyond.
The poor hummingbirds. They were probably soaking wet.
Set refuses to be the one to go to her, to climb the stairs to the apex of her temple and stand below the Piedra del Sol. He avoids her in the Coliseum, drumming up the narrative that their rivalry had become so heated that were he to see the heroic god again, he would not rest until her blood was soaking into the hypogeum below their stage. It made for a good story, and their fans ate it up with the hunger of those living and striving every day for the revelry. He also, wholeheartedly, keeps his mind tugged away from her in Communion — radiating injury in a way that betrays how heartsick he is. How softly vulnerable he made himself ( he was born to be ).
Eventually, in Alenroux, he cannot dodge her. The flight of her Noble Phantasm draws his eye, to his own irritation, and he is forced to finally step out into the open and allow himself to be seen by her. Dressed in a light robe, clutched tight around his body — he holds the golden laurel of the priests of the Church of Helios loose in his hand, and waits to see if she will take the opportunity he is giving her to approach. Piedra del Sol, as he recalls, would be a useful part to his weapon's plans.
It is worth more than him, and so, he dons a mask he does not often allow himself to wear. The one of someone capable of forgiveness, as he crosses his arms around himself and says, hushed and hard: ] For you to have made an attempt on me as a Zenite would have been flattering and a delight. But you walked up with Amos Burton. That was a similar thing as if I approached you in battle with Tezcatlipoca as mi pareja, and named him as such.
action, after letting her cry for WEEKS LMAO
The poor hummingbirds. They were probably soaking wet.
Set refuses to be the one to go to her, to climb the stairs to the apex of her temple and stand below the Piedra del Sol. He avoids her in the Coliseum, drumming up the narrative that their rivalry had become so heated that were he to see the heroic god again, he would not rest until her blood was soaking into the hypogeum below their stage. It made for a good story, and their fans ate it up with the hunger of those living and striving every day for the revelry. He also, wholeheartedly, keeps his mind tugged away from her in Communion — radiating injury in a way that betrays how heartsick he is. How softly vulnerable he made himself ( he was born to be ).
Eventually, in Alenroux, he cannot dodge her. The flight of her Noble Phantasm draws his eye, to his own irritation, and he is forced to finally step out into the open and allow himself to be seen by her. Dressed in a light robe, clutched tight around his body — he holds the golden laurel of the priests of the Church of Helios loose in his hand, and waits to see if she will take the opportunity he is giving her to approach. Piedra del Sol, as he recalls, would be a useful part to his weapon's plans.
It is worth more than him, and so, he dons a mask he does not often allow himself to wear. The one of someone capable of forgiveness, as he crosses his arms around himself and says, hushed and hard: ] For you to have made an attempt on me as a Zenite would have been flattering and a delight. But you walked up with Amos Burton. That was a similar thing as if I approached you in battle with Tezcatlipoca as mi pareja, and named him as such.