hathor ☼ estelle martinez (embriagado) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-04-05 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #018, !mini-log, hathor, horus |
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[Waking up in the middle of the forest was not Hathor's idea of a good time, yet when she'd stirred in a bed of wildflowers, there wasn't a hint of bitterness in her heart. Every time they were thrust into these situations, these places where not a hint of their home was present, she didn't experience anger. Confusion, of course, and worry for her family, but never anger. Anger wasn't something she experienced on a normal basis, nor bitterness for their suffering. It had long ago been accepted that they would consistently be fucked with.
And so she was content to lay in the flowers, fingers idly toying with her new ring (beautiful, so beautiful) as she hummed a couple of the Luca's lullabies.
Horus, on the other hand, could not completely quell his irritation. He hadn't been as involved in Khaos's shenanigans for as long as Hathor, so perhaps the lack of patience was owed to inexperience. Nevertheless, Horus did what he did best despite his volatile emotions -- he kept a cool mind and steady hand, immediately getting about to assessing the state of the pantheon. Hathor had been at the forefront of his mind, wife then and wife to be. Fortunately, she hadn't taken too long to inform him of her whereabouts.
He'd been walking for quite some time, wondering if he was headed towards the same ruins she was seeing or if he'd been wasting his time. From what he could surmise, the maze was large enough that it was incredibly and dishearteningly possible that landmarks could be similar to others, that compass directions were less than reliable. His fears were immediately assuaged by the sight of Hathor lying on a bed of wildflowers. He paused to admire the sight -- she would always be a thing of beauty to him, goddess or no -- before gently calling out her name.
At the sound of her name, Hathor immediately stopped humming to herself and peered in the direction of the voice. She lit up like a Christmas tree upon laying eyes on her lover, and with the swiftness of a bunny, the goddess was on her feet. Despite having seen Diego the night before, she couldn't contain her relief at seeing him here and well. To see his face now in this time of need -- well, it was supremely comforting.
Not a word had been uttered by the time Hathor reached him, her arms immediately slipping around his middle.
He reciprocated the action without prompting, tucking her head under his chin. She was safe, warm, even happy. And there were so many more days ahead of them, watching their son grow and each other age. Just as things had been ages ago.
"You all right, fiancée?" he said, gruff as he always was, his fingers languidly running through her hair.
"Better than alright, fiancé," the goddess muttered into his chest, eventually adjusting her head to that she could press her cheek there instead. It was lovely and warm. "How about you? Any rabid animals come at you?" Yes, there was in fact a grin on her face.
Even someone like Hathor couldn't help but joke in a bizarre place like that.
"Just the one in my arms," he joked right back. Annoyed as he was, Horus would always be balanced out by Hathor's cheer. He could never stay mad at anything when around her. A feeling that had manifested itself even as they bantered over the Zurvan journals.
"We have to round everyone up."
The first comment provoked a laugh from Hathor, who for the moment was careless about what seemed to be going on around her. "We do, we do," she agreed as she slowly began to withdraw from her lover's arms. One hand slipped into one of his, her ring grazing his palm.
"Let's go find our lost kittens."]
[ooc: backdated to monday!]