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He didn’t come down here often enough, Horus decided as he stepped into the serene space that Nephthys called her own. It was calm in a way no other place was, neither light nor dark, there was nothing challenging to the eye. Just a soft banked greyness like walking into a rolling cloud.
Like she was soft and quiet, strange little thing.
As he moved and trailed a hand through the almost mist-like vapour that drifted around him, Harsiseis thought once again that he could not understand what Nepthys saw in his Uncle. Set was unsubtle in everything, violent….chaotic and so far removed from the soft-spoken goddess of the night that he couldn’t imagine what they ever found to talk about. That she seemed to endure the god’s childlike temperament and brashness was both irritating and a source of opportunity. And Horus was not one to pass up on opportunity.
“Nephthys….” he called, though if she were here, she’d know of his presence already. He didn’t think she would hide from him, they had no quarrel. In fact, he quite enjoyed their conversations on the rare times they came about, and not only because he knew they would needle Set.
That was a pleasant side effect.
But there was no sign of movement outside the ever-shifting swirl of the Duat itself and Harsieis cursed his luck. It was not like Nephthys really went anywhere so this was exceedingly bad fortune. Perhaps he would wait upon her, maybe she had not yet done painting the skies - his skies, he mused - with her shades of darkness.
The Goddess of the Night did not seem to feel the need to surround herself with those pretences at comfort that Horus sometimes liked to have around. He supposed they had no need really, but as he waited in the strange twilight space that she called her own, he conjured a chaise, for he might as well wait in comfort.
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He didn’t come down here often enough, Horus decided as he stepped into the serene space that Nephthys called her own. It was calm in a way no other place was, neither light nor dark, there was nothing challenging to the eye. Just a soft banked greyness like walking into a rolling cloud.
Like she was soft and quiet, strange little thing.
As he moved and trailed a hand through the almost mist-like vapour that drifted around him, Harsiseis thought once again that he could not understand what Nepthys saw in his Uncle. Set was unsubtle in everything, violent….chaotic and so far removed from the soft-spoken goddess of the night that he couldn’t imagine what they ever found to talk about. That she seemed to endure the god’s childlike temperament and brashness was both irritating and a source of opportunity. And Horus was not one to pass up on opportunity.
“Nephthys….” he called, though if she were here, she’d know of his presence already. He didn’t think she would hide from him, they had no quarrel. In fact, he quite enjoyed their conversations on the rare times they came about, and not only because he knew they would needle Set.
That was a pleasant side effect.
But there was no sign of movement outside the ever-shifting swirl of the Duat itself and Harsieis cursed his luck. It was not like Nephthys really went anywhere so this was exceedingly bad fortune. Perhaps he would wait upon her, maybe she had not yet done painting the skies - his skies, he mused - with her shades of darkness.
The Goddess of the Night did not seem to feel the need to surround herself with those pretences at comfort that Horus sometimes liked to have around. He supposed they had no need really, but as he waited in the strange twilight space that she called her own, he conjured a chaise, for he might as well wait in comfort.
He didn’t come down here often enough, Horus decided as he stepped into the serene space that Nephthys called her own. It was calm in a way no other place was, neither light nor dark, there was nothing challenging to the eye. Just a soft banked greyness like walking into a rolling cloud.
Like she was soft and quiet, strange little thing.
As he moved and trailed a hand through the almost mist-like vapour that drifted around him, Harsiseis thought once again that he could not understand what Nepthys saw in his Uncle. Set was unsubtle in everything, violent….chaotic and so far removed from the soft-spoken goddess of the night that he couldn’t imagine what they ever found to talk about. That she seemed to endure the god’s childlike temperament and brashness was both irritating and a source of opportunity. And Horus was not one to pass up on opportunity.
“Nephthys….” he called, though if she were here, she’d know of his presence already. He didn’t think she would hide from him, they had no quarrel. In fact, he quite enjoyed their conversations on the rare times they came about, and not only because he knew they would needle Set.
That was a pleasant side effect.
But there was no sign of movement outside the ever-shifting swirl of the Duat itself and Harsieis cursed his luck. It was not like Nephthys really went anywhere so this was exceedingly bad fortune. Perhaps he would wait upon her, maybe she had not yet done painting the skies - his skies, he mused - with her shades of darkness.
The Goddess of the Night did not seem to feel the need to surround herself with those pretences at comfort that Horus sometimes liked to have around. He supposed they had no need really, but as he waited in the strange twilight space that she called her own, he conjured a chaise, for he might as well wait in comfort.
His wife was still painting the sky black, and Set was bored. He remained in the silence of her domain, laying on a black void of nothingness, and closed his eyes. It was always so quiet in Nephthys’s domain. In time, Set had grown used to the calm and serenity of it. He never desired it, and often times wished his wife would spend more time in his du’at than shut in her own. But he at least stopped thinking of the silence of a trap and that Nephthys was trying to make him into something that he was not. Calm.
No, Set was never calm. He was, however, bored. While he did not like talking to the elements of chaos, it was something to do to pass time. Here, where all things were silent and dark, Set had nothing. He had to wait.
How dare she make him wait.
It shouldn’t be much longer until she was there, and then Set could have his fun with his wife. He had quite the evening planned for her. Well, no, planned was a horrible word to use. That would assume that Set planned for things. No, he started things, prepared things, but plans were something without chaos.
That’s why she loved him, he presumed. Because he always kept things interesting.
Set was just about to drift off when he sensed another presence in his wife’s domain. His eyes flew open and he felt the electricity pulse through his veins. Who dares enter his wife’s domain? Did they wish a death just like Os’iris? Did they want to touch what was his. He’d tear them into pieces and spread them down the Nile so they may never return. Os’iris could have a roommate.
Horus.
Set saw red. He immediately wished to flay him where he stood. Before Set could materialize before him, he paused. No, fighting Horus would be no fun. He’d enjoy the chance to go one-to-one with Set. He’d be here to goad him. He knew this was how to get under Set’s skin. Anyone with a brain- well, Horus didn’t have that. But anyone capable of basic thought and communication would know that.
Never touch what’s his.
So Set took a different approach. This would be more fun. When Horus appeared at Nephthys’s domain she went to greet him. Not just that, he hugged him. “Oh, my dearest nephew, welcome, welcome!” Set said with a giant smile on his face. He pinched his nephew’s cheek. “Your auntie is still painting the sky. But how happy I am that you’ve come to visit! Will you be joining Nephthys and I tonight? I didn’t know you were into voyeurism. Should I tie you up to the bed, or would you rather the chair? We’re quite flexible.”
Set took a step back and took a seat. As he went down a chair of black shadows appeared behind him. “Now, I would have thought you’d come dressed a little better than that. No, no I can not have another man in a room looking like this. Have you considered wearing greens? That’ll bring out the color in your eyes. It’ll make them pop!”
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His wife was still painting the sky black, and Set was bored. He remained in the silence of her domain, laying on a black void of nothingness, and closed his eyes. It was always so quiet in Nephthys’s domain. In time, Set had grown used to the calm and serenity of it. He never desired it, and often times wished his wife would spend more time in his du’at than shut in her own. But he at least stopped thinking of the silence of a trap and that Nephthys was trying to make him into something that he was not. Calm.
No, Set was never calm. He was, however, bored. While he did not like talking to the elements of chaos, it was something to do to pass time. Here, where all things were silent and dark, Set had nothing. He had to wait.
How dare she make him wait.
It shouldn’t be much longer until she was there, and then Set could have his fun with his wife. He had quite the evening planned for her. Well, no, planned was a horrible word to use. That would assume that Set planned for things. No, he started things, prepared things, but plans were something without chaos.
That’s why she loved him, he presumed. Because he always kept things interesting.
Set was just about to drift off when he sensed another presence in his wife’s domain. His eyes flew open and he felt the electricity pulse through his veins. Who dares enter his wife’s domain? Did they wish a death just like Os’iris? Did they want to touch what was his. He’d tear them into pieces and spread them down the Nile so they may never return. Os’iris could have a roommate.
Horus.
Set saw red. He immediately wished to flay him where he stood. Before Set could materialize before him, he paused. No, fighting Horus would be no fun. He’d enjoy the chance to go one-to-one with Set. He’d be here to goad him. He knew this was how to get under Set’s skin. Anyone with a brain- well, Horus didn’t have that. But anyone capable of basic thought and communication would know that.
Never touch what’s his.
So Set took a different approach. This would be more fun. When Horus appeared at Nephthys’s domain she went to greet him. Not just that, he hugged him. “Oh, my dearest nephew, welcome, welcome!” Set said with a giant smile on his face. He pinched his nephew’s cheek. “Your auntie is still painting the sky. But how happy I am that you’ve come to visit! Will you be joining Nephthys and I tonight? I didn’t know you were into voyeurism. Should I tie you up to the bed, or would you rather the chair? We’re quite flexible.”
Set took a step back and took a seat. As he went down a chair of black shadows appeared behind him. “Now, I would have thought you’d come dressed a little better than that. No, no I can not have another man in a room looking like this. Have you considered wearing greens? That’ll bring out the color in your eyes. It’ll make them pop!”
His wife was still painting the sky black, and Set was bored. He remained in the silence of her domain, laying on a black void of nothingness, and closed his eyes. It was always so quiet in Nephthys’s domain. In time, Set had grown used to the calm and serenity of it. He never desired it, and often times wished his wife would spend more time in his du’at than shut in her own. But he at least stopped thinking of the silence of a trap and that Nephthys was trying to make him into something that he was not. Calm.
No, Set was never calm. He was, however, bored. While he did not like talking to the elements of chaos, it was something to do to pass time. Here, where all things were silent and dark, Set had nothing. He had to wait.
How dare she make him wait.
It shouldn’t be much longer until she was there, and then Set could have his fun with his wife. He had quite the evening planned for her. Well, no, planned was a horrible word to use. That would assume that Set planned for things. No, he started things, prepared things, but plans were something without chaos.
That’s why she loved him, he presumed. Because he always kept things interesting.
Set was just about to drift off when he sensed another presence in his wife’s domain. His eyes flew open and he felt the electricity pulse through his veins. Who dares enter his wife’s domain? Did they wish a death just like Os’iris? Did they want to touch what was his. He’d tear them into pieces and spread them down the Nile so they may never return. Os’iris could have a roommate.
Horus.
Set saw red. He immediately wished to flay him where he stood. Before Set could materialize before him, he paused. No, fighting Horus would be no fun. He’d enjoy the chance to go one-to-one with Set. He’d be here to goad him. He knew this was how to get under Set’s skin. Anyone with a brain- well, Horus didn’t have that. But anyone capable of basic thought and communication would know that.
Never touch what’s his.
So Set took a different approach. This would be more fun. When Horus appeared at Nephthys’s domain she went to greet him. Not just that, he hugged him. “Oh, my dearest nephew, welcome, welcome!” Set said with a giant smile on his face. He pinched his nephew’s cheek. “Your auntie is still painting the sky. But how happy I am that you’ve come to visit! Will you be joining Nephthys and I tonight? I didn’t know you were into voyeurism. Should I tie you up to the bed, or would you rather the chair? We’re quite flexible.”
Set took a step back and took a seat. As he went down a chair of black shadows appeared behind him. “Now, I would have thought you’d come dressed a little better than that. No, no I can not have another man in a room looking like this. Have you considered wearing greens? That’ll bring out the color in your eyes. It’ll make them pop!”
