Nephthys (lady_of_night) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-20 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | nephthys, set |
WHO: Nephthys & Set
WHEN: Monday, around midday
WHERE: Nephthys' cult manor
WHAT: Hey... so... yeah...
WARNINGS: Other than The Set & Nephthys Show? I'll let you know.
She'd slept for the days since she'd gotten there by the late night flight from New York, and it was clear to her when she finally did wake that her priestesses were concerned about her. Nephthys thought that was only fair, as she was concerned about herself as well. They could only see her appearance - the sudden discomforting thinness, the glow gone from her skin, the way she still shook, the movements that were each slow and careful. They couldn't even feel the things that Nephthys knew were wrong on deeper levels than that. The pieces that still felt like they were missing.
But already she was beginning to feel a little stronger just being close to those women who were utterly devoted to her. (Now seeing her they'd begun their prayers and offerings more often, seeing what needed to be repaired in their Goddess.) She thanked each of them in the manor in turn, in private, making sure they understood how important they had been to her during the time she was hunting and fighting Set. Without the strength they had given her she never would have been able to do it.
And then, once she had made sure to see them all, she went outside into the light. Nephthys was the Lady of Night but still she required the light of her twin, the light of Ra himself. She walked down the stairs of the manor and stood on the grass, raising her face to the sky.
Then, gone almost as quickly as she'd felt it, a connection.
It had been such a terrifyingly long time since she'd been able to feel any of her fellow Gods that the merest touch of it now felt immense. She turned quickly to look around herself in the garden but she was alone, just as she'd thought. But she'd felt it. She'd felt... she knew who she'd felt, but she couldn't see him.
Not until she walked out to the gate of the manor and looked across the street did she set eyes upon him, her husband, for the first time since severing the head from his body in Las Vegas. She remained there, frozen, watching him.