Nephthys (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lady_of_night) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2010-04-16 04:06:00 |
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WHEN: Tuesday evening, after Set's finished delivering his ass-kicking to Achilles
WHERE: Somewhere in the deserts of California
WHAT: Nephthys tends her her husband's 'wounds'
WARNINGS: Probably smutty
Nephthys had told her husband that she wasn't interested in watching the fight between himself and the Greek man, but it wasn't long before she found herself leaving the house and coming out into the surrounding desert to see Set do what he always did best.
She didn't know for how long they had been fighting but she knew that under the desert sun her husband's strong body glistened, blood of the blond boy already leaving marks upon it that made him even more beautiful. (Set always looked most attractive to Nephthys when in red- be it his hair, his Typhonian-headed form, or with a splash of blood across his skin.) She would forever deny finding any such attraction to the blood and violence, but it was clear when she watched him. She herself had once been the fiery breath of the Pharaoh, one of his protectors in battle, and despite her serenity that part did not ever truly leave her.
She stood at a safe distance from their fighting, her thin dress almost the same colour as the desert sands beneath her and her hair free in the warm breeze. When the fight ended - however it ended - she would have her husband all to herself.