| Pounce (tag: Bast) |
[09 Dec 2008|12:18am] |
If there was one thing Anubis had learned in his long life, it was that tour guides in Egypt would ignore that which they have no answer for. There were a few of them that were quick enough to invent a reasonable explanation, but others would just stammer, stutter and change the subject as quickly as possible. So when the little European child asked about the black doggie lying on the back of the sphinx, his ears perked forward. He wondered if this guide would come up with an entertaining story or if she would just mutter something vague about the climbing abilities of jackals.
( The tour guide explained. )
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| Regret (Narrative) |
[09 Dec 2008|03:28pm] |
For two lovers that had never had trouble speaking to and confiding in one another before, that regretful foot of space between them might as well have been an ocean. He had wanted her to come. To join him. It was for both of them that he had stilled his tongue, knowing well what her fateful answer would have been. She could no more come with him than he could stay, and so then after so much passion between them, there had been no embraces, no tears, no words, not even a final kiss. At the time, it seemed as though he was making the right choice. Better to remove oneself into Concept than risk being forced to betray one's King or family. Better to remove oneself from the coming war than to fight father, brother, or the family of one's love. It was to be tragedy, no matter the side he chose. She saw the logic of his decision, but that did not make it any easier. That last, long look of regret, losing, and understanding was more than he could bare. As she turned, he had disappeared.
But though he removed himself from her presence, she did not abandon him. Not unlike the mortal death, his time together with her flashed before his eyes as he settled into Concept, wrenching his heart yet further. Opening wounds he did not know he had. There was a part of him that he had left inside his temple, and without it he felt torn asunder, haunted by her and all they had once shared. Her words bore into him with greater pain than any man or God could ever hope to devise.
"You need to hold me, just now."
"You need to hold onto me. Don't let go."
"I'll be curled on your bed, remembering you there. That's where you'll find me when you
get back."
"Take me with you"
"Do not divide yourself, just take me with you."
"Your eyes. When I saw you, remember? When I came up after all that time? And you were
there in your doorway, and there was the tour, and then we ended up in... in... But it was your eyes..."
"You're always going to be there."
( He had made a mistake. )
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