Will you? [ a glint of amusement in his eyes as the godling makes his offer. ] I know not who or what mine mate is. They could be strong or weak. Beautiful or plain. Invincible or vulnerable. [ he starts to sit up, straddling the parapet as he faces the redhead. ] It is not up to me.
[ he leans towards him in turn now, a teasing grin emerging. ]
What an intriguing path for you, Aodh. To seek to know the unknown, with no direction. Of course I would find it delightful to assist you, until such time that we return to our origins.
[ Naturally, he leans in as well — sly and drawn.
Mysteries and curiosities have always interested him, especially when they appear impossible. Though, where he ought to have caution, he was designed for challenge. Sharp teeth flash, as he pets the leaves upon one of his many plants, coaxing it to grow — his brow briefly wrinkling when the responds to him. ( Abomination. Thief. ) ]
It could be me. Is that not the allure of unknowing? I would resist you, though. I am a difficult thing for even those with the most powerful of wills.
Resist me? [ he erupts into hearty laughter as he reclines back. ] Am I not to your fancy then?
[ if it turns out that the godling is his mate, it would matter not whether he is against the union between them. he shall take him for himself, bonded and inseparable. of course, that is not something he needs to reveal to him, when he has yet to ascertain whether the sandling could be a likely candidate. ]
I accept your generous offer. If you are able to help me find mine mate, then I shall be indebted to you.
Set's expression crisps, his nose wrinkling even as his eyes gleam. It is not the whole truth from him, but the easier one to point out — he does not like men and has never imagined himself with them. As it stands, Aodh's shape is exceptionally male. Which means he finds himself a non-starter, when it comes to being one of Aodh's potentials in any way; Set would like to remain on the side of another powerful entity, and not the focus of one. ]
I will give it my all, though. You are my guest, [ house.... flat.... room... roof?mate?? ] which extends you a measure of my care. Besides, I need something to do other than build an army.
You find men repulsive and yet you invite me to share this rooftop with you. [ it's rather contradictory behavior, isn't it? ] Do I not repulse you or do you simply not consider me male? [ genuine curiosity — he sounds neither offended nor concerned with the notion. ]
Or, perhaps, do you not view me as a threat? [ that would be incredibly naive. ]
I find men repulsive as romantic or sexual partners. As companions or comrades-in-arms, they are agreeable.
[ Notable misandrist, Set of the Ennead. He clearly has a chip on his shoulder, and no interest in Aodh outside of boarding alongside him. Perhaps he finds them friendly enough ( get friendzoned??? ). ]
As for the rest — I acknowledge your strength. I cannot promise it does not tempt me to test myself against it, [ and oh, he licks the sharp points of his fangs with raw hunger ] but I recognize it.
I see. [ the godling is straight, is he? ] What a shame. I would have quite liked to try dating a godling. [ he speaks of it as if it would be nothing more than a novel experience. ] But since you have no such interest in men, I shan't burden you with trivial pursuit.
[ for the time being, at the very least. ]
I shall permit you to be mine companion then, sandling. Nothing less, nothing more.
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Will you? [ a glint of amusement in his eyes as the godling makes his offer. ] I know not who or what mine mate is. They could be strong or weak. Beautiful or plain. Invincible or vulnerable. [ he starts to sit up, straddling the parapet as he faces the redhead. ] It is not up to me.
[ he leans towards him in turn now, a teasing grin emerging. ]
They could very well be you, sandling.
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[ Naturally, he leans in as well — sly and drawn.
Mysteries and curiosities have always interested him, especially when they appear impossible. Though, where he ought to have caution, he was designed for challenge. Sharp teeth flash, as he pets the leaves upon one of his many plants, coaxing it to grow — his brow briefly wrinkling when the responds to him. ( Abomination. Thief. ) ]
It could be me. Is that not the allure of unknowing? I would resist you, though. I am a difficult thing for even those with the most powerful of wills.
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[ if it turns out that the godling is his mate, it would matter not whether he is against the union between them. he shall take him for himself, bonded and inseparable. of course, that is not something he needs to reveal to him, when he has yet to ascertain whether the sandling could be a likely candidate. ]
I accept your generous offer. If you are able to help me find mine mate, then I shall be indebted to you.
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Set's expression crisps, his nose wrinkling even as his eyes gleam. It is not the whole truth from him, but the easier one to point out — he does not like men and has never imagined himself with them. As it stands, Aodh's shape is exceptionally male. Which means he finds himself a non-starter, when it comes to being one of Aodh's potentials in any way; Set would like to remain on the side of another powerful entity, and not the focus of one. ]
I will give it my all, though. You are my guest, [ house.... flat.... room... roof?mate?? ] which extends you a measure of my care. Besides, I need something to do other than build an army.
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Or, perhaps, do you not view me as a threat? [ that would be incredibly naive. ]
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[ Notable misandrist, Set of the Ennead. He clearly has a chip on his shoulder, and no interest in Aodh outside of boarding alongside him. Perhaps he finds them friendly enough ( get friendzoned??? ). ]
As for the rest — I acknowledge your strength. I cannot promise it does not tempt me to test myself against it, [ and oh, he licks the sharp points of his fangs with raw hunger ] but I recognize it.
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[ for the time being, at the very least. ]
I shall permit you to be mine companion then, sandling. Nothing less, nothing more.