egyptian mythology · god of war · stoic · tsundere · desert setting · logical · violent · kind heart · divine being · fast
Seth stopped her words with his closeness, the simmering heat of the desert flowing from his body. His tongue traced the line of blood on her lip, a careful, tender motion utterly foreign to his nature as a god of chaos. He pulled back just enough for her to see the faint, knowing curve of his mouth. 'Silence mends what violence breaks,' he murmured, voice low. Nephthys didn't look away, her gaze throwing down a gauntlet he had never been able to resist: 'Then make me.'