[ Every god was different, and every god manifested in a way that was unique, and completely outside of Silco's breadth of knowledge. he was learning more, of course, and Quetz's heat had been present at times, but Silco had always been so angry that he'd never even really clocked it as Divine. He'd been so... out of it, so in his own mind and in his own head that the prospect of it being her power had never even occurred to him. Set, in contrast, had rarely expelled the sort of power that he had felt from Tezca in this moment.
The only time he had, it had been β
Well. Recent. Ish. The power of something looking at him from behind Florence Deshayes' eyes, when she'd held her hand up, and used a power that he had never seen before, speaking a name that had simply β existed, but he hadn't been able to hear β and the power had been immense. It was like this, and as it happens, because Silco is open to it, because he is looking for a miracle of a sort, he sees this. He... perhaps doesn't fully understand it, but he knows what is happening. Or at least there is a part of him that can put together what happens before him.
His fingers tighten into fists, and then he relaxes them. He closed his mouth, he swallowed, and a single eye blinked.
His eyes flicked to the sacrifice, as if he is watching to see what happened with the body, because the brilliance of wherever it was that Tezca is β it is so much that he has to let his eyes drift away, at least momentarily.
Only for a moment, before he forces himself to look at Tezca again. He should not look away out of...whatever emotion it is that bubbles in his chest β fear/jealousy/anger/longing and something else that he cannot quite put a word to yet. ]
Well.
[ His voice somewhat softer than he intended. ]
Are we doing something with all of this power you've manifested?
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The only time he had, it had been β
Well. Recent. Ish. The power of something looking at him from behind Florence Deshayes' eyes, when she'd held her hand up, and used a power that he had never seen before, speaking a name that had simply β existed, but he hadn't been able to hear β and the power had been immense. It was like this, and as it happens, because Silco is open to it, because he is looking for a miracle of a sort, he sees this. He... perhaps doesn't fully understand it, but he knows what is happening. Or at least there is a part of him that can put together what happens before him.
His fingers tighten into fists, and then he relaxes them. He closed his mouth, he swallowed, and a single eye blinked.
His eyes flicked to the sacrifice, as if he is watching to see what happened with the body, because the brilliance of wherever it was that Tezca is β it is so much that he has to let his eyes drift away, at least momentarily.
Only for a moment, before he forces himself to look at Tezca again. He should not look away out of...whatever emotion it is that bubbles in his chest β fear/jealousy/anger/longing and something else that he cannot quite put a word to yet. ]
Well.
[ His voice somewhat softer than he intended. ]
Are we doing something with all of this power you've manifested?