| ray of light (narrative) |
[13 Oct 2008|02:27am] |
Ama's fist connected with the punching bag, and the wrappings on her wrist buckled and moved with her skin. A strand of dark hair fell down into her face, but the goddess's focus remained where it was: on pounding the non-life out of the bag.
In her mind, that bag had a face.
A face she very seriously had been thinking of wiping the smile off of for quite some time.
She remembered the New York City street and hitting him with her purse. She did not care, in the least, that this was a god that shouldn't really be pushed into fighting.
She was going to push him. Ohhh, she was going to push Loki.
Very slowly, Amaterasu smiled. She didn't feel it, but the room around her grew warm. And she didn't see it, but a pale yellow light surrounded her. Helios's words drifted back to her: you're glowing, Ama.
"Because," she said, landing a roundhouse kick to the side of the bag, "I am the sun."
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