@riyuyami this is for you, and your In Plain Sight au.
Isis had felt drawn to the seat on the mezzanine just outside of her chambers. It had been calling to her for some time now. She had no clue as to when the nagging feeling had started, but the later it got the louder the call had become.
She couldn't put it off any longer. This was perhaps the strongest urge she had felt in a long time, if not the strongest.
She had been seated for quite some time now, the fire the only thing to keep her company. Waiting for the time to come. Auspicious moments were always best to scry the future.
The fire crackled and simmered under her watchful gaze. Although it was an unseasonably warm night, the fire just in front of her burned bright in the last dredges of dusk. It danced and whispered to her, as if imparting to her, the secrets of the gods themselves.
Isis breathed deeply, calming her racing thoughts and heart before lifting her hand to the hollow of her throat, where the peculiar golden pendant: the millennium necklace was draped.
Holding her breath, Isis allowed her eyelids to drift closed on their own as her fingers moved as if of their own mind to her necklace.
“Show me,” she rasped, the nerves she so rarely showed projecting through her voice, “show me what is to come.”
The moment that the tips of her fingers touched the otherworldly gold of the necklace, Isis’s eyes snapped open and a force radiated itself from her being.
Now looking through the flames Isis watched as image after image passed before her vision. Each more perplexing than the next.
Isis sat for hours in a half lidded trance, hardly moving barely breathing, until a familiar warmth interrupted her when a hand had settled on her shoulder.
“I hope I didn't interrupt you too soon, darling. However, it's growing late and you've been out here for hours. I'm getting rather bored waiting for you to come inside,” a melodic voice cooed.
The hand squeezed Isis’s shoulder gently before it trailed itself around her shoulders and another followed curling around her abdomen. The cushion beneath her dipped as more weight was pressed into her back. Isis blinked, coming out of her trance before she turned in her spot towards the beauty at her back. Her own arms winding themselves around her shoulders.
She was a tall woman, with long golden hair, amethyst eyes, and rosy lips. Her mouth as always had a lilt of myrth to it, as if she found something amusing.
“I was nearly finished anyways, Myia,” she whispered. A gentle smile overtaking her features before once again morphing into a troubled look. “It's not as though this vision was going to be any clearer anyways. Hopefully I can decipher what it means tomorrow.”
Isis sighed looking towards where she had last seen evidence of a setting sun. It was now well past the midnight hour, stars like gems held aloft on the underbelly of Nut. A mesmerizing royal blue held the shimmering facets afloat. Her eyes trailed over the dunes drifting back towards what was once a fire. Now all that was left were ashes and embers.
With a sigh Isis released their embrace and gathered the instruments to properly record what she had seen.
As she did Myia watched and traced invisible patterns over Isis’s knee and outer thigh absentmindedly.
“You know, I'm never going to be able to finish this with you distracting me like that.” Isis chuckled with a quick glance back at her lover.
“Maybe that's the point.” Was the smug reply she received. Myia retracted her hand and sprawled herself out on the cushions.
“You know, I’d figured you’d be exhausted after dinner. You put on quite the show after all. Probably the best I've seen yet. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were trying to seduce me.”
“Now why would you think that?” she teased, chuckling she put her hands behind her neck and lazily watched Isis out of the corner of an eye, the other slipping closed.
Isis only turned towards the woman, brow raised in flirty skepticism before turning back to her task at hand. Myia simply looked away feigning aloofness.
“Quite the opposite really, I've never had more energy to burn.”
“Oh? Is that so? Then why are you yawning every time you think I'm not looking?”
Myia huffed before looking Isis in the eyes.
“Because I have enough energy to at least tell my girlfriend that it is time to come in to bed. Last time you were out here all night you nearly froze to death. Now come on. Hurry and finish that up. I want you to have a good long nights rest. You haven't been sleeping well lately at all.”
Isis sighed before yet again, going back to her writing.
Myia waited patiently, until she set down her paper and brush before grabbing Isis’s wrist and dragging her lover to their bed. They shared a few loving kisses and whispering quietly to each other before turning to hold each other and attempt succumb to sleep. Which Myia did expertly.
Isis however took a little longer. Troubles by the images burned into her mind she pondered over their meanings. This vision wasn't as straightforward as the others. It seems as though it were all shown through symbolism.
The moon and the sun blazing together in the sky, a woman encased in white swirling magic with glowing blue eyes, an evil whispering at the corners of the consciousness, the hissing of what could only be a Goliath of a snake echoed by a terrifying roar, a mask shattering on the ground, a soul screaming out in sorrow, covered in the blood of its brethren. A haunting tune drifted over the desert, carried on by the wind. A golden eye opened, staring at her as if looking into her very soul.
And finally, silence, before the silhouette of what she could only assume was her Pharoah, dancing in the moonlight. The figure had turned to her, luminescent blue eyes gazing at her, there was power hidden in the depths of those eyes. A power that left her shaking before a soft, kind smile came to the figure’s face. Just why do those eyes feel so familiar? Suddenly the boy turned, as though hearing something, before the earth spun and was swallowed in darkness, when the light returned to her eyes, she stood in the same place but the person was gone, leaving only ink splattered on the ground as if it were blood.
Just where had she seen those eyes before?
She understood some of what she saw. The sun had to be the Pharaoh. Evil was coming, and a great power was thrown somewhere in the middle. So many things were still unclear to her. But she knew without a doubt, that Khemet was due for some complicated events in the future. What worried her, was the fact that she hadn't a clue as to how far off these things would take place.
Isis breathed in once again, calming her pounding heart. She needed to tell her Pharoah and the other Priests of the coming troubles. If they were to have any chance against the coming evil, they would need a plan.
