[ At last evincing a faint glimmer of self-preservation, Matt does not point out that anger and jealousy often go hand in hand. His ribs, meanwhile, do hurt, thanks for asking. When Set pokes him, he hisses.
Pain from a jarring fall can't hope to compete with divine revelation, however, even if the specific manner of the reveal is "a hot guy sitting on his chest." Once his wince has passed, Matt's expression returns to one of wide-eyed fascination. ]
I know who you are.
[ Who sows enmity, who creates destruction, the evil one who incites rebellion.
Set is arguably the chief antagonist of several seasons of the divine Egyptian soap opera. But from what Matt remembers, it's a little more complicated than that. Along with the Set story everyone knows, the murder of Osiris, there's Set as defender of the sun, perched at the prow of the barque of Re to defeat an evil serpent. Set as a more ambiguous figure in the realm of sexuality: ejaculating into Horus as a bid for dominance, only to swallow himself back concealed in a lettuce leaf; able to satisfy a dizzying array of consorts; associated with Min, the permanently turgid god of fertility.
Matt could throw the poetry he remembers in his face, all the Set-as-villain stuff, but it feels--not petty, exactly. Maybe cruel. He can't help remembering how casually Armand had implicated himself with the word monster.
And so, wracking his memory for grimoires, tidbits from the edges of surviving esoterica: ]
They used to carve your name on love charms, where I come from.
twice in one thread set is truly #blessed
Pain from a jarring fall can't hope to compete with divine revelation, however, even if the specific manner of the reveal is "a hot guy sitting on his chest." Once his wince has passed, Matt's expression returns to one of wide-eyed fascination. ]
I know who you are.
[ Who sows enmity, who creates destruction,
the evil one who incites rebellion.
Set is arguably the chief antagonist of several seasons of the divine Egyptian soap opera. But from what Matt remembers, it's a little more complicated than that. Along with the Set story everyone knows, the murder of Osiris, there's Set as defender of the sun, perched at the prow of the barque of Re to defeat an evil serpent. Set as a more ambiguous figure in the realm of sexuality: ejaculating into Horus as a bid for dominance, only to swallow himself back concealed in a lettuce leaf; able to satisfy a dizzying array of consorts; associated with Min, the permanently turgid god of fertility.
Matt could throw the poetry he remembers in his face, all the Set-as-villain stuff, but it feels--not petty, exactly. Maybe cruel. He can't help remembering how casually Armand had implicated himself with the word monster.
And so, wracking his memory for grimoires, tidbits from the edges of surviving esoterica: ]
They used to carve your name on love charms, where I come from.