[ The mention of offerings intrigues him. Matt wonders if they were purely literal--raw meat and maize, perhaps--or if they're a little more ephemeral than that. Marigolds for Tlaloc, obsidian and fleshly mortification for Tezcatlipoca. In contrast, the explanation about Daybit makes him frown, a soft chill running down his spine. Matt's mind is an imperfect governor, he well knows, but he'd be terrified to have even less of it than he does now. To have his memories slip away from him like that.
Unfortunately, Tezca's suspicion is right: Matt does think he might be a nice guy. Or at least, that the picture he sketches of their relationship is an exceedingly kind one. He shifts, taking the tiny number of steps it requires to go from polite kitchen distance to crowding Tezca's space. He leans in, tips his head. Smudges a kiss to Tezcatlipoca's jaw. ]
I know who you are.
[ Matt steps back. He picks up the pestle again and returns to his grinding, the break having somewhat reset him.
He doesn't know Tezcatlipoca well, of course. And as Tezca's pointed out recently, to know a god perfectly may be an impossibility for a human mind. But he knows, at least, that Tezcatlipoca is a being pleased at the destruction of the Feathered Serpent. Brother and ancient rival both. That his habit of sharp, gleaming assessment could be used to learn exactly what a person needs, where they're weakest--and turn the knowledge to either balm or blood. ]
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Unfortunately, Tezca's suspicion is right: Matt does think he might be a nice guy. Or at least, that the picture he sketches of their relationship is an exceedingly kind one. He shifts, taking the tiny number of steps it requires to go from polite kitchen distance to crowding Tezca's space. He leans in, tips his head. Smudges a kiss to Tezcatlipoca's jaw. ]
I know who you are.
[ Matt steps back. He picks up the pestle again and returns to his grinding, the break having somewhat reset him.
He doesn't know Tezcatlipoca well, of course. And as Tezca's pointed out recently, to know a god perfectly may be an impossibility for a human mind. But he knows, at least, that Tezcatlipoca is a being pleased at the destruction of the Feathered Serpent. Brother and ancient rival both. That his habit of sharp, gleaming assessment could be used to learn exactly what a person needs, where they're weakest--and turn the knowledge to either balm or blood. ]