Hathor; Lady of the House of Jubilation (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-20 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | hathor, set |
WHO: Hathor & Set
WHERE: Club Tarot, Los Angeles
WHEN: Almost two am on Monday
WHAT: Two ancient Egyptians hitting the LA nightlife
WARNINGS: Just Set's bad language, most likely.
The last time Hathor has seen Set it had been to drink as well, the two of them, Sekhmet, and a bar in Boston in the early nineties. She had extracted from him that night a promise that there would be no bloodshed or violence, but since Lion Goddess had been there she hadn't truly needed to worry. Set's kind of chaos was un-orderly and dangerous, and Sekhmet's place was to punish those who did wrong. Besides, Hathor's presence tended to influence happiness and a desire to love, not fight. She was, after all, a goddess of beauty and joy.
Tonight Hathor was clad in a short sky-blue dress, golden bracelets jingling together on her arms as she moved. The leather coat she wore over it was lined in fur and so she wasn't cold as she waited outside, her dark locks blowing in her face as she looked down the street. From inside the club behind her, Hathor could hear the music pulsing and her foot was tapping along with the beat. Club Tarot was quite a popular nightspot, and Hathor owned a small part of it. (She had her hand in quite a few little entertainment venues, and not just in California.) When people passed the doorman to go inside, the goddess smiled at them - Hathor was almost always smiling.
When she saw her fellow God though, the smile grew further. How she adored them all, finding worthy qualities in all of them to adore in different ways. "Set!" she cried brightly, darting towards him and throwing her arms around his neck before planting a kiss upon his lips.