— 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]

[ What Jonas asks for is nothing less than the bare minimum he deserves, both as a youngling and as - a friend. He only asks for Set to trust him in this moment of heightened fear and a turmoil boiling away so deeply within him that he thinks if he required food, he would lose the contents of his stomach in the street. One more humiliation, revolting and mortal, tickling at the frayed edges of his nerves as his stomach flops and something deep within his chest ( a vine, likely; yet, was it a real one or the memory of one? the dark vine with the scarlet blooms that had flowed through him like blood -- ).

He forces his hand into Jonas's, wrapping his pale fingers around the young man's before he presses past him, threading his way - nimble and forced - through the slight gap between the bodies paused and gathered to witness the commotion. His shame. He seizes Jonas and takes him back into the street, his head low and shoulders squared as though to be a battering ram of a divinity -- and those who see him coming know, in this moment, to step aside and let him pass. There's no doubt he would sink claw and tooth into them; though his hair forms a bright curtain around his expression, the grim slash of his mouth is enough of a warning.

He leads, because to Jonas, he must not be the vulnerable one. Jonas is a child, one who already reveals much of his life simply by the way he seeks to care for others, more than be cared for. He is a boy without a mother, and while Set knows he is no goddess who has born young of his own -- a child, perhaps above all else, was always his desire. He does not treat Jonas the way he treats Anubis, nor does he think of this young man the way he has treated his son; Jonas is more like his nephew, hard-eyed and far-sighted, passionate in his care and difficult to ruffle. He is a gentle, determined boy.

( He would be a truly beautiful god. ) ] Leave them be.

[ He urges it, as he draws closer to where he knows Jonas makes his home. Set visits it, routinely, bringing food and clothing, supplies and little candies he's found that Jonas is partial to. ]

I will return to them when I am able to, and repay them for my error. Theirs was not the first reflective item I felt the urge to break, only the last one I could stand to see her face in.