Hm. Your stories would be almost as exciting, but alas. They happen afterward.
[ It's a little idle banter, and easy. Silco at his least acerbic, which is probably as good as he can get on the friendliness scale, but here he is, leaning back, letting Tezca β
Do that.
It almost reminds him of Set. Set would have done that too, practically did sometimes, the way he wound around Silco like he did. After their journey in the sand, finding his temple, he finds himself thinking of Set more these days. Of their last conversations, of the secrets he was trying to hide. ]
Oh yes, our newest dweller in manholes.
[ He says, with a twist of his lips. Silco had been, particularly cruel about Ereshkigal's missing status. As always. ] Don't tell me you're worried?
[ He doesn't move, though. It's always harder until it's over. The anticipation of the pierce. ]
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[ It's a little idle banter, and easy. Silco at his least acerbic, which is probably as good as he can get on the friendliness scale, but here he is, leaning back, letting Tezca β
Do that.
It almost reminds him of Set. Set would have done that too, practically did sometimes, the way he wound around Silco like he did. After their journey in the sand, finding his temple, he finds himself thinking of Set more these days. Of their last conversations, of the secrets he was trying to hide. ]
Oh yes, our newest dweller in manholes.
[ He says, with a twist of his lips. Silco had been, particularly cruel about Ereshkigal's missing status. As always. ] Don't tell me you're worried?
[ He doesn't move, though. It's always harder until it's over. The anticipation of the pierce. ]