#mpsekh

Sekhmet was possibly one of the very few deities of his same pantheon Set didn’t despise. He liked the goddess because he believed they had much in common in regards to their vision of how things should work and humankind though he would never go as far as to consider them to be friends. Set didn’t really have any (minus a couple of exceptions) but rather those he interacted with could be easily devided into two categories: people he hated and people he tolerated and Sekai belonged to the latter. He liked her attitude and never-ending bloodthirst as he could relate to that a lot. Perhaps the fact she was beautiful helped too, but well, as a god of war he was a vain man who liked pretty things, people included.

With that said, having the goddess suddenly run her fingers through his red locks caught him off guard to the point he turned to look at her with a very obvious interrogative look in his eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked her.

“ quite frankly i don’t give two shits. “ 

his voice is firm, staring down the lion goddess with an unwavering stare. to say hodr was pissed was an understatement ― he’d had to break up fights sekhmet had started multiple moments before, and this time wasn’t any different.

having spent the evening at dr. feelgood’s in an attempt to simmer down, the last thing hodr wanted was to witness a bar fight go down less than five feet away from where he was standing ― the action of an all-too familiar face throwing a bottle across to hit a poor guy in the face was all that was needed to instigate the event, and now the god of winter had to deal with the aftermath.

          How unlucky can Hanhwa be? Though he doesn’t really look into it that much. The male doesn’t even realize that a can of paint has fallen right to his head, barely reacting to it before he looks at his hands, covered in blue paint and starts to seep into his clothes. It feels cold and uncomfortable but he still has the courtesy to say otherwise. It wasn’t a big deal, really. He wasn’t a big deal in the first place. But it’s just odd, how the shorter male apologized to him profusely. “It’s alright,”  he said softly, a small smile on his lips before he walked away. 

          Fortunately, he was on his way home now. Maybe he could brush everything off on the shower later. Hanhwa ignored everyone who looked at him weird, leaving a trail of blue on his tracks as he made his way back to the place that was given to him. It feels weird, living alone but guess he’ll have to get used to it. His chain of thoughts were cut off shortly when his eyes caught a stranger’s--woman’s eyes. “Oh,” he shied away, looking away, “I’m sorry...for staring.”