#lovereflect

Grandma ( @temerariious ) don't listen to Hathor ( @lovereflect ) , she's just a tattletale !!! 🎶 TATTLETALE , TATTLETALE !!!!!

unprompted ask // always accepting !! The   air   in   the   pit   was   thick   with   the   scent   of   sweat   and   adrenaline,   laced   with   the   faint   tang   of   blood   that   lingered   like   perfume   on   her   tongue.   Sekhmet   slinked   through   the   crowd,   a   lioness   among   cubs,   golden   headdress   glinting   under   the   flickering   torchlight.   Her   lips,   painted   red   like   freshly   spilled   blood,   curled   in   a   half-smile   as   she   scanned   the   masses,   her   gaze   predatory,   hungry.   This   wasn’t   her   world—but   she’d   peered   through   Hathor’s   eyes   long   enough   to   know   exactly   who   she   was   hunting   tonight.   Her   eyes   narrowed   as   she   found   him—him,   the   one   who   stank   of   blood   and   strength,   raw   and   untamed.   Her   muscles   tensed   in   excitement   as   she   savored   the   challenge   before   her.   She   could   smell   the   ferocity   on   his   skin,   a   scent   that   called   to   her,   taunted   her. Without   warning,   she  surged   forward,   pushing   through   the   crowd,   and   leapt,   pouncing   on   him   with   the   fierce   grace   of   a   predator   claiming   its   prize.   She   straddled   him,   pinning   him   down   as   a   wicked   gleam   lit   her   eyes.   Leaning   close,   she   let   her   tongue   trace   a   slow   line   along   his   cheek,   tasting   him,   savoring   his   raw   power.   “So,   you’re   the   one   my   other   half   is   smitten   with,”   she   purred,   her   voice   dripping   with   a   dark,   teasing   amusement.   “   Hello   —   darling.   ” ( teeheeeeee ♡ ) ( @lovereflect )

she came into view like a lioness among sheep, commanding the space with a polished beauty that was all sharp edges and implacable force. a sight that made his muscles tense, his brows furrow and his scarred tiers naught but pressed into a thin line. he had seen many challengers before, fighters who thought they could step into the pit and test their mettle against him [ ... ] but it was clear that she was not like them. she was not there for challenges. she was there to claim. and he, in his throne ( made of ash, of ichor, of bones ) was not prepared to face her unforgiving savagery.

@lovereflect sent a letter : ❛ ah , so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜ / prompt.

heartless? what ever could she be talking about? his temple is one of bounty, a flourishing grounds attracting many a worshipper, both devout and passing alike. though he doesn't visit them often, more often than not there are plates of fruit and meats at his altar, lilies and chrysanthemums cascading down the grand steps before his mounted portrait. it looks nothing like him, a shadow of a former life perhaps? centuries have passed since the last but even still, the humans grovel and beg for protection.

how silly. yixuan is not a god of grace. hardly even mercy.

just as all the fruits of life, time leaves waste to even the most opulent feast. luck is surely on these pitiful children, blessed by the mother of harvest, for they need not even venture into the groves for a meal today. a hand waves and he gestures for them to take from the pedestal, nods as they stare with hunger and uncertainty in equal measure. her voice is heard then, perhaps the goddess whose protection has earned them another day before the creature who knows only to take and take. yes, if he was left to his own devices, he surely would have swept their lives for diyu's dwindling pool of souls. or so he says.

in the heart of the garden—where the air is moist and cool—the lotuses are in full bloom, blue petals unfurled and faces upturned towards the sky. here, the world is a riot of color, an offering to hathor's glory. kalim leans across the edge of a fountain, plucking a lotus and turning it over in his hands, inspecting its petals. ❝ have you ever eaten one ? when i was young, my mother taught me and my siblings how to take the roots and cook them with coconut milk, and how to eat them with coriander leaves and sesame oil. you can also make tea with just about every part of a lotus. ❞

"It has been some time since I've met another person of my ... rank in 'society'. Though, I believe you are well above me, my fair lady. How are you? Last I heard, at least... in my world system, you had long since died."

his heart skipped a beat simply by the sound of her vocals and the way she phrased the query like a question but with an underlying demand. his aureate spheres locked onto hers, a slow smirk pulling at his tiers, he took a step closer, closing the already small gap betwixt them, the sound of his footsteps almost drowned by the soft hum of music still playing somewhere in the distance. the small room was almost claustrophobic, but they found in it a shelter, far from the eyes of those who could break them apart. after all, in those whose money run through fingertips, whatever they had was naught but a sin.

" Understanding our past determines actively our ability to understand the present . "

the goddess simply wanders in to confiscate - no. borrow a sphinx for official love goddess business. Ozy does not see her , no matter what his eyes show him.