[ A part of Dimitri isn't sure he should feel overawed. This is a strange god - wicked by his own admission, but - Dimitri understands the way one thinks of oneself and that has nothing to do with how one can be. Or should be. Or wants to be. So he breathes in long and slow and accepts this... blessing.
Whatever it is. ]
...I thank you, Set. And I hope we will continue to be good to one another for a long time yet.
[ He is dazzling. And Dimitri is warmth and kindness in his own way; a smaller light against the beacon of Set, but still shining bright after all this time.]
[ Good to one another, Dimitri says, as a soft scoff leaves Set's chest.
He remains large, clutching the pale star of Dimitri's existence in the palm of his hand, but does not throw him aside at those painfully human words from him. He thinks of association with him as a good thing, that they are 'being good' to one another, instead of carving a furrow into Kenos through which Set's power will flow and ignite.
Eventually, and with what seems like a great, alien thoughtfulness, he becomes smaller. Smaller, until he is the size of his human-like self, his hair long and flowing, indistinguishable from the sand at their feet and his hands are folded against Dimitri's shoulders, arms sliding back over them until he can lace his fingers into the blond hair at the nape of his neck. ]
If you want to be good to me, keep an eye on Springstar's affairs. You know the importance of a solid foundation and a strong, central leader, little warlord. Anyone who seeks to threaten that — ought to be stopped. They threaten our ability to return home.
[ Dimitri breathes out in something that might be relief when Set is once again the same size; when things are 'normal' - or as normal as it gets when Set's fingers are twined around him and he can feel the other man (god) close against him and imagines he can feel the beating of his heart and the warmth of his skin. His eye falls shut. ]
I know. Trying to undermine the system now would do us no good. Nor am I even sure anyone would be able to do a better job with the task laid out before us. So... I will do this. I will watch. And I will listen.
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Whatever it is. ]
...I thank you, Set. And I hope we will continue to be good to one another for a long time yet.
[ He is dazzling. And Dimitri is warmth and kindness in his own way; a smaller light against the beacon of Set, but still shining bright after all this time.]
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He remains large, clutching the pale star of Dimitri's existence in the palm of his hand, but does not throw him aside at those painfully human words from him. He thinks of association with him as a good thing, that they are 'being good' to one another, instead of carving a furrow into Kenos through which Set's power will flow and ignite.
Eventually, and with what seems like a great, alien thoughtfulness, he becomes smaller. Smaller, until he is the size of his human-like self, his hair long and flowing, indistinguishable from the sand at their feet and his hands are folded against Dimitri's shoulders, arms sliding back over them until he can lace his fingers into the blond hair at the nape of his neck. ]
If you want to be good to me, keep an eye on Springstar's affairs. You know the importance of a solid foundation and a strong, central leader, little warlord. Anyone who seeks to threaten that — ought to be stopped. They threaten our ability to return home.
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I know. Trying to undermine the system now would do us no good. Nor am I even sure anyone would be able to do a better job with the task laid out before us. So... I will do this. I will watch. And I will listen.