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Hathor; Lady of the House of Jubilation (mistressofmusic) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2010-01-20 21:41:00

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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.

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desertstorm
2010-01-20 04:28 pm UTC (link)

Set was in a mood. After a thousand and more years, his siblings still gave hinm a headache. He'd always assumed his wife would get what he was. What he had to do. So yes, he was Chaos but she was his counterpoint. But then the lovely Goddess of drunkenness and joy had shown her face again and he was awfully tempted to drink her under the table again.

Last time he'd failed, only because the darling Lion had given him that look that if he broke his promise she'd kill him just as easily. And even he was intimidated by that. He'd gotten away because all in all he figured Sekhmet got it. Still not willing to risk it though.

The sound of the bike was almost deafening as he drove up to the club, getting a few looks. He loved L.A. for what he could be up too and if Nephthys wanted to complain he'd give her good cause. He parked it, almost wanting someone to steal it so he could unleash some of his fury, some of the anger he held.

Spotting Hathor was easy. Look for the blue surrounded by people. He smiled at her and opened his arms as she ran to him. He caught her easily and returned that kiss, finding no more reason to be as nice as he had been.

He set her down, then glanced around for the other who was usually close by. "Hey darlin'. Glad to see you're still all smiles." He winked at her, keeping one arm around the goddess' shoulder. "Been a while Hathor. Too long. Now where's your girl? Day's not complete without her glaring at me."

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mistressofmusic
2010-01-24 11:00 am UTC (link)

Hathor ran her fingers though the other god's hair and then gave her own a bit of a flick back over her shoulder. "Well, if I stopped smiling the world might stop spinning," the Mistress of Joy said with an amused wrinkle of her nose. "As for myself, she's South. But," Hathor said, tilting her head as though listening, "I'm sure she'll be coming back to me within the week." Sekhmet was in her blood. "The Scarlet Lady will be around to glare, don't you worry about that."

She was keeping her body close to him out here in the cold, both because of that weather and because Hathor constantly craved physical affection of all forms. She loved to be touched and to touch others and any excuse would do.

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desertstorm
2010-01-26 05:15 am UTC (link)

He smiled to the touch through his hair, rather liking that. "All the more reason to keep you smiling." He gave a shiver, "I can wait. Girl gives me enough shivers. One day your old man might sick her after me and I'm fond of keeping things inside me."

He kept her close, for different reasons then she stayed close to him, when he walked inside the club and looked around. "C'mon sweetheart. Why don't you introduce me and I'll buy you a drink."

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mistressofmusic
2010-01-28 06:00 am UTC (link)

Hathor got rid of her coat - no use for such layers inside! - and let her the glamor fall from her eyes so they could return to their natural gold-flecked blue, the very mirror of her precious lapis-lazuli.

"There's no one interesting to introduce you to tonight," Hathor told Set, once she'd pressed herself against him once more, the music in the club coursing through her veins. "But I had hoped that I would be more than enough to keep you entertained."

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	desertstorm 2010-01-28 07:08 am UTC (link)
	He laughed and settled his arm around her waist. He was all to happy to keep her close, especially with how she made him feel. "Of course you are darling. You're more then enough." He guided her toward the bar, settling down beside her while keeping her nice and close. He nodded to the bartender before looking back at his companion, "what am I buying you sweetheart?" (Reply to this) (Parent)