Hana "Hannah" Sato (night_yen) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-30 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | raven, sato |
"Manhattan is a narrow island off the coast of New Jersey devoted to the pursuit of lunch."
Who: Sato & Raven
What: Lunch
Where: Masque (M*E*N*U)
When: Tuesday
Why: Someone's getting married; someone's feeling puzzled: everyone's gotta eat.
"Your guest is here, Madam."
"Merci, Julienne." In instances like today, the hostess knew to notify Sato before escorting forth the guest. The Baku nodded, a gentile dip of the head, and the young woman gracefully hurried off to fetch.
If you're going to pay humans to stay close, Sato thought, they'd better be well trained.
A marriage between a new god--goddess--and an old, old archetype. It was a droll notion. True, the young divinities seemed constantly busy forging ties and the old ones, well, there was no lack of convolution and mingling between the ancients. But this match of past and fresh...puzzling. Very, very, very puzzling.
Curioser and curioser, the Baku mused, fingertip idly skimming her glass' edge. She understood marriage (being a longtime veteran of the institution) but her unions had always been with mortals. That made sense of her. Her kind needed humanity--and so did the divinities. Gods marrying gods was not something she felt as comfortable with; it lacked a certain logic. She'd felt a similar confusion with the folklore kith, the immortal personifications like Jesse James who was wed to a mortal. But at least those unions were mostly human and humanity's eccentricities were, well, human.
This, on the other hand, was simply baffling.
Absence of reason is evidence of love, her husband Perry used to joke.
Mentally, Sato sighed and abandoned her confusion. She straightened the fall of her jacket. There was work to be done. Whatever its cause and reason, these upcoming romantic entanglements were something she could benefit from. Why be distracted by intangible details?