#harakhtee

Eyes widening, Luvia instinctively tried to hide her arm from him, even though he had already seen the gash on it that was still trickling red. “It’s...I’ll look at it in a moment, I swear.” Somehow, she had a feeling that if she had waved it off as ‘nothing’, he would have something to say about it.

Hoping to placate him, she brought her arm forward again and examined it. It didn’t look so bad, three thin gashes from the claws of a beast type they had fought off earlier. 

What had she been thinking, jumping in like that? Horus was a Servant, he could have easily handled it himself, but she didn’t think things through. She saw it going straight at him and the rest was a blur. 

     HOW EMBARRASSING TO BE wounded near the one whose radiance he was meant to embody on this earthly plane. Though an incarnation who shared traits similar to the god, he still could not help the shame that rushed through him at being caught in such a position. He who was meant to be greater than all others, bleeding and representing a less than powerful image before one whom he respected and idolized even among the other gods he worshiped --- how could he not feel ashamed of this? As a result of this, Ozymandias could not even look upon the deity as they tended to his injuries, not wishing his thoughts to be seen by eyes as gold as his own. 

HC Relationships | Accepting

1. Luvia often seeks out Horus to speak with him about his lore. Like asking him what’s accurate, what’s not, the like. She likes hearing his stories.

2. Will constantly try to fight alongside him rather than just be a support. 

How blessed she was to be graced with is presence. His hands upon her skin made her heart beat just a bit faster. This man was more than just a husband, he was a mighty GOD with raging power and all knowing wisdom. Yet, he gently played with her hair as if he wasn’t any of those things with her. Only her beloved, that’s what he really was wasn’t he?