[ Quetzalcoatl doesn’t so much as flinch as he reaches up to touch her small, bright Shard, even after the violent gesture of his hands on her neck. It’s probably a little twist of the knife for Set’s guilt, because she trusts him completely. There’s no discomfort as he touches that fragile, crucial part of her, and she even smiles a little again as he places a kiss to it. She leans her head forward just a little so that her head can touch his, and there’s no resistance as he guides her hand. Her fingers are soft and gentle on his skin, and her palm is like a shield to his Shard in turn.
She’s weak to things like this. Manipulation and tricks will always work on her and easily, because her heart is earnest and open. Quetzalcoatl takes people at their word even knowing that it could be a lie because she always sees the best in people. Her optimism is unfaltering whether she’s considering the future or just people. It’s also her fate. She’s the rival of a trickster god, after all.
So, in one sense, Quetzalcoatl knows what Set is asking of her. In another, she has no idea. ]
…If we do that, things won’t be the same here. There won’t be peace between the cities anymore, yes?
[ And she knows he wants that as a god of war, but that’s not quite what she means. This would be gods stepping into mortal affairs and changing their fate. Striking out at Yima means committing to Meridian in a way that Quetzalcoatl has been reluctant to do because of how she still wants to be a loving hand extended to Zenites. But fundamentally, she believes in how Set puts it. A wretched world can be changed, if not by human hands, then by the gods that made them. Even if that meant annihilating what came before. ]
I can bring the fire of the sun to Highstorm. But it’ll scorch everything, not just Yima. [ Her words aren’t a rejection, just a warning. ] Is that what we want to do?
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She’s weak to things like this. Manipulation and tricks will always work on her and easily, because her heart is earnest and open. Quetzalcoatl takes people at their word even knowing that it could be a lie because she always sees the best in people. Her optimism is unfaltering whether she’s considering the future or just people. It’s also her fate. She’s the rival of a trickster god, after all.
So, in one sense, Quetzalcoatl knows what Set is asking of her. In another, she has no idea. ]
…If we do that, things won’t be the same here. There won’t be peace between the cities anymore, yes?
[ And she knows he wants that as a god of war, but that’s not quite what she means. This would be gods stepping into mortal affairs and changing their fate. Striking out at Yima means committing to Meridian in a way that Quetzalcoatl has been reluctant to do because of how she still wants to be a loving hand extended to Zenites. But fundamentally, she believes in how Set puts it. A wretched world can be changed, if not by human hands, then by the gods that made them. Even if that meant annihilating what came before. ]
I can bring the fire of the sun to Highstorm. But it’ll scorch everything, not just Yima. [ Her words aren’t a rejection, just a warning. ] Is that what we want to do?