— 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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we killed the game but im not done tagging this

[redsoil]

[ The flush of sensation that fills him boils high, as he gathers D's face between his hands and slots their mouths together. Set does not kiss politely, yet there is the barest presence of reservation in the way he digs his fingers into D's jaw as though readying for a lunge, to experience being seized; he has been coveted, as a god and as a man and as many other imaginary things, and some part of him has learned to prepare for it.

As D worries he will incite madness with his dark nature, Set fears the same. When they inevitably reach his room in the Shadowlands, what will happen to D, when he lets Set's soul find purchase within him?

Pushing the thought away, he wills his fingers to relax, to not claw at the pale skin of D's face and to instead focus upon the way -- the way the hunter kisses back, so very gentle and shy. ( A laugh bursts from his throat, incredulous with the acknowledgement of it. How truly tender-hearted of D, to be so hesitant and unsure. ) ]

It's okay, [ he whispers (again) across the seam of D's mouth. ]

Don't be afraid to have what you need.

[ ( Something within the shape of Set's soul curls, like a hand seeking the shape of another's. Needy, too. Bitterly shamed by it, but ever-present. ) ]