— i'll say a prayer, as i cast it to the flame

[redsoil]

WHO: set & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: check headers for specific dates/times
WHAT: a catch-all for everything during his time in-game
WARNINGS: physical violence, mentions of sexual abuse, hanahaki syndrome, etc.

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[redsoil]

[ Like Cain, Set is the manner of creature that slugs his drinks. Once he finds his own seat again, stretching out along the (faux) chaise lounge like an indolent deity, he tips his head back and skillfully pours the wine down his open throat. Nearby, a barrel embellished with the marks and signatures of a local wine-maker (and blacksmith!) sits - lightly corked to ensure excess air does not sour the wine. He's not pleased that it's made of wood, a good clay would have been more secure - but, something about the woody hints it's left in the wine's chemical makeup is tasty.

He reaches for the cigarette, when it's offered. ]

What would you need to witness, to be made certain of my divinity?

[ With the hand holding the cigarette, he gestures sweepingly down the length of his body; the structure of it, the blemish-less skin and lack of any discerning scar or mark. He is oddly symmetrical in features, akin to something made perfect by hands and eyes without flaw. ]

Do I not look the part?