[ PERMANENT ] i only have two real friends

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i like perma-catch alls.......... [ outruns my own disorganization ]

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[ There's a great satisfaction that rolls through him, from the ends of his toes to the crown of his head, to catch Tezcatlipoca off guard. His fellow god ( elder ) was far less tethered to the mortal domain, unlike Set; war and the desert are not, exactly, abstract domains and thus, Set was not a deeply abstract god. Not as he was. To obtain his other domains, however, would be to increase his distance between humanity and his true self — and would that not mean the two of them would have less and less to share? That they would find themselves distant from one another emotionally, intellectually, metaphysically — elder brother and younger brother in all but memory.

To find himself gleeful and giddy to tip the scales in his favor and rustle Tezca's jimmies with the physical image of his true beauty softens the edges of Set's vicious little smile. The line of his brows loosens, his hands gently cupped around the bottom and stiff little legs of the unfinished merchandise. ]

Shut up.

[ Again, he utters those words. ]

I know it does not matter to you because your time has gone and it always would.

[ It matters to Set, though.

The strange non-existence of Servants matters to him, as well; he'd rather obliterate the Throne than ever be beholden to it, but Set already views himself as a stagnant entity, a bastion that oversees his domains to ensure they exist properly in the world. He doesn't have the freedom to shift the parameters within which he operates, lest he unmake himself. Something Quetzalcoatl had said, though, has inspired him to look out for his fellow god, though. In the doggedly determined way that only a bratty little sibling could. ]

I could not have you and Quetzalcoatl both, yet how could I not aspire to hold you as strongly? "We were destined to meet." "You’ll always find family in me." I must tell you to your face — no matter whether we ally or oppose one another, I treasure you. And I know it is not enough for me to do so alone.

[fursuit]

[ The sharp refusal gets Tezcatlipoca to glance up from checking out the cute little outfit, and there’s just a hint of sharpness in his eyes, but it’s reflexive. They’re both demanding gods (albeit in somewhat different ways), so being told to shut up brushes up against divine pride, especially as a god that could also be considered a sovereign.

It’s fine from Set, though, and he relaxes with a humorless breath of a laugh at the elaboration. Yeah, of course that’s what bothers him. Is that being “young” in god terms? He’s not sure, but it also doesn’t matter, since his smile warms marginally as his words are repeated back to him. ]

Ha. That’s pretty sentimental from my favorite war god. Just don’t tell my little sister Tenochtitlan if she shows up. I’m letting her borrow the domain of war, so she’d get jealous if she knew that she wasn’t the favorite.

[ He’s very obviously teasing, since it’s not like he’s any better… Arguably, having such difficult domains is probably meant to have some sentimentality with them. Who could know the sting of loss better? With a warmer smile, he flicks at the ears, then passes it back as he takes a puff of his cigarette. He’s at least quietly considerate enough to not get them smoky. ]

You’ve got my blessing to make ‘em. Hell, I’ve been trying to take over that toy company that started usin’ my likeness after the Imugi, so pitching it to them is one step closer to that.

[ That’s the practical. For the emotional… ]

Glad you liked the letter. The gifts were just cute things, but figured that was the real gift.