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Nephthys (lady_of_night) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-11-09 00:29:00

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nephthys, nimue

WHO: Nephthys & Nimue
WHERE:Cleopatra's Needle in Central Park, Sunday morning.
WHAT: Nephthys mourns her glory days.
WARNINGS: None as yet.

Cleopatra's Needle was misnamed, as it was built in Egypt long before the queen had even been born. Nephthys remembered when they had both been newly erected in Heliopolis during the reign of Thutmose III. She remembered the desert winds whipping around the pair of them as they towered above her worshipers.

But now one of those glorious obelisks stood in the middle of Manhattan - as mysterious and veiled to the modern Americans as she was. Perhaps also as meaningless on the whole.

The sun above was bright but the morning was still cold. In her jacket Nephthys was warm enough though and she circled the monument slowly now, her fingers trailing across the cold stone. Once she had been the world, and now she was near forgotten. Osiris, Set, Bast - all of them had more power than her now. Their names had been remembered as powerful gods of a magical past, but Nephthys... well, she had not been so well remembered. She was merely an afterthought to Isis. Once they had been equal in power, sisters, all-powerful twins. That was no longer the way it was. All that sustained her were the loyal pagans in San Fransisco who spoke her name with reverence.

She found herself sitting down with her back against the needle, pulling her legs up against her chest like a child. Her head spun with thoughts of Mark, of her husband, of a world that was forgetting her more and more with each passing day. She was scared so much of dying and never thought it would be a problem. But here in this city she knew that death was so easily waiting.

She dropped her face against her knees and started crying then, longing for the days when she had truly been a Goddess.

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spellaprison
2009-11-08 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Nimue had gone on a walk, mostly to clear her mind and to get out of the shop. That was one thing she'd learned was good in the brief time that Merlin had been around - getting out of the shop put her in a better frame of mind. Maybe the shop was a safer place to be, but it could be confining on occasion. Also, this was a good way to prove that she was her own person.

She hadn't really paid much attention to where she was, and then she'd ended up in Central Park, and then she'd ended up by Cleopatra's Needle, which was when she realized there was a woman there, crying. Nimue didn't necessarily approach people often, but a woman, alone, in Central Park, and obviously in distress was another matter.

She walked up to her and said, concern evident in her voice, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

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lady_of_night
2009-11-09 04:32 am UTC (link)

Nephthys honestly hadn't expected any one to approach her. Most in this city seemed to keep to themselves around strangers, even those in distress, and she had thought that should anyone come by, they certianly wouldn't stop for her.

She raised her face, tear-stained and surprised, to the woman. A beautiful dark haired woman with heavy curls and a worried expression. Not only that, but Nephthys could feel - with what little power she had these days - that this woman was not so unlike what she was. She couldn't tell, however, what sort of strength this immortal possessed.

She shook her head slowly to the woman's question. "No," she told her, wishing the answer could be otherwise. "I'm just..." she trailed off, no explanation easy to give.

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	spellaprison 2009-11-09 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	Nimue had never been good at picking immortals out from the crowd, possibly because her own status as an immortal had come on so slowly. Nevertheless, when the woman looked up at her, Nimue definitely felt something. "Just what?" she asked. She wasn't trying to pry, but right at that moment, she wanted to focus on problems that weren't her own. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lady_of_night 2009-11-10 04:35 am UTC (link)
	Nephthys wiped her eyes, the tears stopped now that there was attention being paid to her. "Life... can be difficult," she told the other woman. That was something everyone could understand. She looked at the woman with a small wavering smile. "Are you of the Old Ones or of the New?" Nephthys asked carefully. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	spellaprison 2009-11-10 07:21 pm UTC (link)
	Well, the woman was certainly right about that. Life could be very difficult. "Old," she said. "I suppose. I'm Nimue." She didn't expect the other woman to have heard of her. Outside of the people she'd lived among and the Celtic gods, Nimue had never had much of a presence. (Reply to this) (Parent)