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[ Dimitri is... flattened by the overwhelming nature of hte communion. He is used to strange things happening here - and at home, in truth. But this seems to encroach on him everywhere at once. He can feel the sand and the heat and it almost staggers him. He breathes in and it scorches him to his core. It is blinding and terrible and wonderful. He had said something to Set once - "you are not a god here." Maybe he was wrong, because for a moment he feels very small indeed - and that is no mean feat for him.

He sways and braces himself against one of the pillars as he peers up (back) at the face of the divinity he has aligned himself with. However temporary or permanent he may be. It is awe-inspiring in its own way and he is deeply affected. He laughs - laughter somehow feels like the most appropriate response. ]

I - I have never received divine favor like this.

[ The goddess was absent before. Gone from his world in a way that never let her touch their lives. At least until recently. ]

A gorget?

[ Such a moment is only possible because they are connected, and because it is Communion — where un-reality exists, and the mind is the only limitation. All-encompassing as he is, he holds Dimitri in his palm with such diligent consideration of how small he is, how affected he finds himself. The moment requires such gravitas, and the presence of Set as he is — man, divinity, animal, natural and mystical force. He cannot be all of those things in the physical world.

When he laughs, it is the sound of the dry earth splitting below one's feet. The indelicate crack of some creature's desiccated husk falling prey to the world's own gravity, bone and sinew creaking and shattering. The rasp of a dune flowing over itself, thundering patient and endless against a broken structure, until all but the memory of it is hidden below a veil of dust. ]

Not that kind of shape, Dimitri. My blessing will settle unseen between us, the 'shape' you are to name is what you would ask from me. I can strength your arm in battle, provide you a weapon in a pinch, embolden your heart and mind, disorient your rivals — the only thing I cannot do, is precede your physical body. No scouting, and no summoning my true form directly to your side.

[ Oh. that makes sense. Dimitri blinks and tries to get his mental self in shape; to better deal with this monumental projection that is more than anything he has ever encountered. At least like this. ]

...I see.

[ He breathes and his eye closes. And yet, in this realm of the mind he can still see Set. Sense him. His shape is there, the outline. Burning bright and hot and discordant, especially to him and their mismatched aspects. ]

Then I would ask you to bring confusion to my enemies, in my time of need. And I thank you for it.

[ It does wonders for Set's ego, to be beheld. Though he can only do such a thing in Communion, where the laws of reality exist insomuch as they are what shape a mind, he can take on any shape, any size, any form — or formlessness, and never has there been a better time to remind Dimitri of what he is. No matter what Kenos has constricted him to, in his mind he is vast, endless.

The dark lines of his mask fades away, though the sheer size of him remains; Dimitri might get a glimpse of the maddening weight of a god's soul this way, as red hair pours around him like rivulets of blood, like rain or light bearing down upon him, enshrouding him as Set's entire form curves over the top of his form. Heeding his wish, hearing it. ]

When they hold their intention or goal concrete within their mind, you may call upon my power — and I will disorient them. They will forget, they will falter. Amet ȧb her sedjem speru. For your faith in me, I bestow upon you my blessing. May it aid you, and lead you to victory.

[ And he presses his mouth to the top of Dimitri's head, the way one might kiss a small animal clasped in their palms. ]

[ 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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