Bast:Singing, Music & Dancing (among other things) (meow_minx) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-10-27 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~anubis, ~bast |
Hiding (tag: Anubis)
Normally, this was the point where Bast would go find a great party, pick up a new fuck toy, and lose herself for a few days in hedonistic abandon. She'd done it often enough that she automatically found herself in a bar mere moments after leaving the ranch in Germany, before she'd even managed to get her clothing in order. There was a catcall followed immediately by punches thrown and a lot of blood. Which is when Bast realized that this was not going to be “normally.”
So what now? She went home, but home didn't feel... right. Though it was usually her sanctuary, where she could let go and be herself, at the moment she couldn't get the conversation with Ninkasi out of her mind. Every room she went to echoed with the words that had passed between them, which had led her to this decision. Home wasn't really home right now.
She could go to her mother, but Isis would probably ask questions that she didn't want to answer. She could visit Thoth, but though he'd not push her for answers and he'd bee very supportive, he wasn't always best at comfort. Too logical maybe. Bes was right out. She already knew the way that would go, and she couldn't handle it. Ninkasi might say I told you so. So really, there was only one option.
Bast arrived at the gates without calling ahead or warning. And she was still in a bit of a disarray, though everything was appropriately covered now. Her brother could be a bit of a prude sometimes.
“Nubie? Nubie, let me in!” There was a catch in her voice that bordered on a sob. “I need to come in!”