Vice-MILF. You may call me Set. I am Egypt's god of war and the desert.
[ Said, with a lofty lift of his chin; one might think such a title ( runner-up in the category of "damn you're a hot mom"...... ) would be ill-suited for him, but he's come to be quite affectionate of him. And Alicent holds the foremost title, which he will not detract from. In terms of quantity, at least.
His eyes rake over the battered, bruised figure before him — lacking the distinct hostility of those who had attended the vow renewals, to say the least. Set's gaze is remote, more akin to an animal observing something it might conclude to be prey. Eventually. His smile curls at the corners and eyes crease into cat-like moons of mean pleasure, when he spots the bag of frozen peas puddled between Spike's thighs. Daaaamn. ]
I did say you were a step down for her. Unfortunate, that you were beaten so thoroughly for something out of your control. That is the way things are done here, I have found. You are a friend until you overstep into the life of those seen as your betters, and then you are reminded of it.
[ He steps forward, holding a large clay jug in the curled crook of one finger. From the palm of the other, swirls of sand begin to form into deep, broad-mouthed cups of similar material. Deep red clay, painted upon in vibrant colors — lapis blues and malachite greens, gold and red as violent as his hair and eyes. Small scenes of revelry, done in the style of the Ancient Egyptians. ]
— I came to make up for my own scoldings. I thought you ready to abandon me to Alina, and was very cross.
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[ Said, with a lofty lift of his chin; one might think such a title ( runner-up in the category of "damn you're a hot mom"...... ) would be ill-suited for him, but he's come to be quite affectionate of him. And Alicent holds the foremost title, which he will not detract from. In terms of quantity, at least.
His eyes rake over the battered, bruised figure before him — lacking the distinct hostility of those who had attended the vow renewals, to say the least. Set's gaze is remote, more akin to an animal observing something it might conclude to be prey. Eventually. His smile curls at the corners and eyes crease into cat-like moons of mean pleasure, when he spots the bag of frozen peas puddled between Spike's thighs. Daaaamn. ]
I did say you were a step down for her. Unfortunate, that you were beaten so thoroughly for something out of your control. That is the way things are done here, I have found. You are a friend until you overstep into the life of those seen as your betters, and then you are reminded of it.
[ He steps forward, holding a large clay jug in the curled crook of one finger. From the palm of the other, swirls of sand begin to form into deep, broad-mouthed cups of similar material. Deep red clay, painted upon in vibrant colors — lapis blues and malachite greens, gold and red as violent as his hair and eyes. Small scenes of revelry, done in the style of the Ancient Egyptians. ]
— I came to make up for my own scoldings. I thought you ready to abandon me to Alina, and was very cross.