rosana corte-real. (rainha) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-05-30 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #020, !mini-log, isis |
Isis wasn’t sure how she felt about Set’s death. He was, after all, the man who had murdered their brother – her husband – who had gone as far as desecrate his body and divide him throughout the land of Egypt. In her eyes, his crimes were immense, eternal and impossible to forgive or forget. If she did, who else would remember the crime? Still, in a small part of her, the one who had stayed her own hand when he faced Horus, the one who hesitated in shedding his blood…
Was it even possible that that part mourned, even though Anubis’ death rang clearer, louder, more painful than any words could express?
One of her children in this world grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged, giving her a smile that was everything of sweet and innocent; demanding her attention shamelessly. Isis gave it all. It distracted her, yes. And it made sure she didn’t ask questions of herself for which she didn’t know – or wanted to know – the answer.