Ἑκατη , goddess of witchcraft and ghosts
When I am wrong, show me the right path;
Light the crossroads before me that I might see my way.
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Khonshu chuckled lowly as she asked if it was a prank. "No, my dear. It's not a prank" He shook his head before pulling her head up by her chin a bit. "However, I do really enjoy seeing you like this." A grin crept across his face. "You may be pokey some times, but you're not a tree." Winking he stood up and walked around before smacking her bottom. "I think...these clothes need to come off? What do you say?"
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tw: mild phsyical aggression (no harm), ripping fabric
"I mean, I don't think it's much of an issue for me...." He pushed his sleeves up past his elbows now only to look at her outfit again. Not really worried about her tights - they'd be dealt with much later. He found an opening and moved quickly - the only sound was the sudden ripping of fabric before the god had to stop to reach past the wires.
A soft groan escaped from his lips once he was finished with the skirt before flipping her over onto her back. His eyes wondered all over her body before he climbed up and over top of the goddess. He knew he'd hear about the fabric - how much it cost, and whatever else she'd rightfully complain about regarding her outfit but he wasn't in the mood for that. He kept quiet before reaching for her shirt. carefully he pulled it away from her body and through the wires bound around her chest before he ripped it off without an issue.
Khonshu watched her body recoil against his movements. Biting his lip he went towards her bra only to hover his hand before moving it beside her head. He was now laying over top of her, just barely above her. "Hm." Mumbling before he locked his lips against hers.
"I'm pokey uh?" Having her face raised by his hand and hence being closer, made Hecate eager to be freed from the cables even more. Khonshu's demeanor and playfulness did bring some annoyance to her, but there was something in it that also refrained Hecate from casting a spell to dissolve the wires against her skin. The goddess's pride urged her to be freed, but her curiosity kept her still. Come off? Hecate had no trouble identifying Khonshu's question as rhetorical. At that moment it was clear that it wouldn't matter how much Hecate would nag, the Egyptian god was set on whatever he planned to do, from the moment he saw the situation at hand.
Seeing Khonshu get busy with his sleeves, and after taking a second to appreciate the view, Hecate took the chance to shift and try to sit on the bed. The idea was to get on her knees and then balance herself, to ultimately get up from the bed. However, such a plan didn't last long as once Hecate rested her weight on her knees and lightly turned her back to Khonshu, a swift movement caught her off guard.
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Mention of physical aggression, ripping fabric and violence (as a memory)
Khonshu was fast and strong, so much it took Hecate a second to realize what had just happened. "Hey!" Her waist and legs felt colder and where there was a skirt, it was her underwear and skin exposed instead, covered solely by the frail thighs and the cables. "Are you m-" Before Hecate could voice out a very deserving nag, she again felt her body being so easily moved, now being back to lay on her back and Khonshu was already towering her. The goddess could see the eager eyes on him, Khonshu's gaze was so intense and his attitude so imposing, that it almost felt foreign. His intensity along with a feeling of her breath being taken away as she felt her shirt being ripped from her torso, brought memories of the only other moment Khonshu had been so physically controlling over the goddess of witchcraft.
For a brief moment, Hecate recalled how intense he had been. For a second she reminded herself how strong he truly is, the grip of his hand around her neck and life being drained away from her veins. Fear had not been present in her mind since then, but it was inevitable to keep it away in that moment, seeing how easily Khonshu would pursue his hunger. This was the man she loved for centuries now, and yet, also the man that accelerated her breath with one gesture.
But despite the sourness of their past, Hecate's mind also recalled that from the day they left the cave, Khonshu had been nothing but sweet and let them step through life at her preferred pace. They have wronged each other in the past, but there had been nothing but respect and patience in their relationship for months. Both of them were healing together, both of them had been cautious and endearing. Hence why that whole scenario they were experiencing felt so abnormal and yet there she was, indulging in it even if her heart was racing and her skin crawling.
"Khonshu…" The word came out more as a mumble, seeing his hand reach for her bra filled Hecate with an anxious feeling but also excitement, her body was starting to follow his eagerness and her back arched with her legs pressed against each other, trying to keep the sensations at bay. The little composure Hecate held, started to dissipate once she felt his lips on her. These were the lips she had kissed a thousand times before and yet, the kiss still sent sparks down her skin. Hecate was used to be in control not only over him in their daily life but in the bed as well. It was difficult to let go of her pride, so Hecate would still struggle against the grip of the wires, trying to reach for him and turn the tides. Control was her favorite drug and now, it was Khonshu's turn to rejoice on that thrill.
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Time had passed and with it an array of brief but pleasant encounters of Heather and Hecate. At times he would pass her by on his way toward the university and be able to greet her that day. Other times he would see her through the window of some eatery and would catch her giving him a polite wave. He’d smile and wave back and there wasn’t a tinge of sorrow left in the act. Theirs had been a calmer thing that had righted itself not with forward actions to push them to talk and press the past they shared back.
Their stable acquaintance and slow growing respectful friendship was the result of quietly accepting a rocky beginning, an honest discussion and then gentle moving forward. It was in the way that they didn’t rush anything to be fixed- they simply let things be. And with that unhurried time, Heather found himself happier to have the times when they did get to talk more.
Like today when it seemed that time had allotted the pair a brief bit on the same walking path. Heather is out again in the relaxing evening glow of street lamps walking in the park, his headphones resting about his neck as he listens not to music but the sounds of the night starting to rise.
“Hello,” he says when he sees her walking there too and it seems the most natural thing in the world to talk to her. “What brings you out tonight?”
Throughout her long life, Hecate had plenty of moments that were rather embarrassing or shameful. Wrath was a deadly sin that would occasionally visit her mind, something rather common for most deities, if one would think about it. And whens such deadly sin arose recently, Hecate's selfishness had blinded beyond control, with the target of such rage being not only another deity, but also a demigod.
Heather was not the villain during that chapter in Hecate's life and she knew this better than anyone else. Thankfully, the demigod was much more emotionally mature during that predicament and Hecate was eternally grateful for his forgiveness. After their initial exchange regarding everything that happened, their following encounters had been brief but always left a lighthearted feeling to her day.
And now, there she was crossing paths with Heather. This time the circumstances were more favorable, without either of them looking particularly busy or in a hurry. Work had dragged itself for longer than Hecate preferred, but considering the day concluded with her walking through the park and now being in his company, the day turned out rather pleasant.
"Good evening Heather." She smiles, giving the other a gentle bow. Either for the respect to a fellow professor or the gentle consideration to someone she could consider a friend, Hecate chose to keep the politeness present. "I was heading home after spending my day at the university. But the weather is so lovely I took a detour to see the park." Hecate adjusted her messenger bag, which was so full it wouldn't close properly. "How about you? Casual stroll through the park? Or going out to enjoy the nightlife?"
Amaterasu nodded in understanding as Hecate expressed her sentiments about teaching and the changing attitudes towards witchcraft. She could empathize with the challenges of adapting to evolving times and the waning interest in ancient practices.
"Indeed, the world is ever-changing, and with it, so too are the pursuits of mortals," Amaterasu replied, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But the essence of magic and knowledge endures, even if its forms may shift."
As they continued their stroll, Amaterasu couldn't help but chuckle at Hecate's playful jab at their pantheon's other potential candidates for the council. "Ah, yes, indeed," she agreed with a knowing smile. "We are fortunate to have Eros represent us with such grace and wisdom."
Listening to Hecate's musings on her children, Amaterasu's expression softened with empathy. She could sense the complexities of their relationships and the underlying emotions that Hecate grappled with.
"It's heartening to hear of the progress you've made with Claire and Charlotte," Amaterasu remarked, offering a supportive nod. "And though the path with Cassandra may be challenging, know that time and patience can often mend even the deepest rifts."
As they approached a tranquil spot in the park, Amaterasu paused and turned to face Hecate, her expression gentle yet resolute. "Have you been to their concerts? I have had the pleasure to listening to some of their music. Evander likes Charlotte, while Cordelia oscillates between Claire and Cassandra." Amaterasu smiled softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Their pursuits are mostly shaped after a small rectangle with a bright screen and a platform to share their vanity. What was it called again… Tic tac? No, that's a brand for hard mints." Hecate shifted her gaze, trying to recall the name of the social media platform her students had shown her recently. Amaterasu's wise words snatched the Greek goddess for her pondering state and Hecate smiled widely accompanying it with a firm nod. "Technology is temporary. Magic and knowledge are immortal, just like us!"
It was always lovely to have a chat with Amaterasu regarding her husband. Of everyone from the Greek pantheon, Eros was the one Hecate held dearly to her heart. So seeing his wife praise him, was something that brought comfort and joy to Hecate's days.
"Thank you my dear, I am proud of myself for doing well so my daughters feel comfortable to get closer." Hecate lifted her free hand, reaching for Amaterasu's back to stroke it. Small gestures of physical affection were mostly exclusive for Khonshu or Inari, however, Amaterasu has long gained Hecate's trust and cherishment. "Cassandra seemed to appreciate my Christmas gift and didn't set it on fire instantly, so I call that a win!" She chuckled, now wrapping her arms around Amaterasu's so they could continue walking.
At the mention of her daughters' concerts, Hecate hummed softly, trying to figure out the best way to voice out her thoughts. "Every since I moved to Mount Phoenix and got to know about their band, I have been adamant to be there every time. At first, I would stay in the back, allowing enthusiastic fans to get their spot at the front." Scanning the area around them, Hecate would gesture to the nearest bench that also offered a shade from the sun.
"But now, I will be at the front! I want to experience their talents up-close and also to show my excitement over their careers. I just hope my presence right there won't affect them to the point of ruining the concert. But, they are professionals, I believe it'll go well!" Hecate closed her fist and raised, in a cheerful manner to support her eager words. "I have a room in my house that is decorated with only their albums and merchandise, but I haven't shown it to the girls... I should invite them for dinner and show them. What do you think?"
It'd been a while since Noel had breathed in fresh air. His apartment and even the streets felt suffocating, pouring down and drowning out his need to do something. Figuring out what to do with his new life as a law-abiding citizen (by his standards) was hard work, but, he managed on most days.
That day wasn't of much progress, though.
He was restless, and in his impatience, he ignored the warning to keep away from the woods. He'd seen enough of everything to figure he'd do alright, and so he went for a hike. Who knew what he could find in there, right? Right. It's nothing that can't be explained by some myth from some place. Or so he thought.
The scent was fresh and the sound of dirt, grass, and branches breaking under the weight of his feet was familiar enough to satiate the ache in his soul. It was brief, but for a moment, he felt like he was home... until home was no more.
Everything around him went dark, and a deafening silence rang in his ears; he couldn't hear his breathing or feel his heartbeat, it was as if the still air itself pushed against him. He was frozen in place, his muscles so tense it felt impossible to move even an inch as the ringing in his ears got louder and louder until the echo of water dripping on cement broke through the spell he was under.
He knew where he was. He was not frozen in time, but was stuck in a memory he thought was buried deep where no one would be able to revive it.
It hadn't been long since Hecate started her endeavor through the underworld she called home and yet, the presence of someone who was not supposed to be there struck her. Who? In the illusion she'd built, Hecate was nowhere near the other but she could easily hear his steps, feel his heartbeat as her own. This was a domain created by Hecate, so every single inch of it felt like her own skin.
Hecate was omnipresent in that layer of internal reality, yet would not be seen if she didn't wish to. So taking this to her advantage, she rushed to find the presence and keep it close. A demigod… a Mayan demigod. How interesting. Still invisible to the man's eyes, Hecate was standing next to him, a hand hovering over his arm and she could perceive how tense the other was underneath his skin.
Water? Hecate heard it too, wondering how exactly such sound was connected to the man's memory and perhaps deep-rooted sentiments. For now, she would simply observe and let the other wander through his own hell. After all, it's his fault he ignored the warnings to not step into the forest that Sunday.
"Oh," Claire gives a soft giggle again. "It's just a figure of speech, Mother. " She was not mocking her, more amused at her mother not getting human idioms. " I just meant no untrained person should have powers. It won't end well." She sobered up a bit, remembering her early attempts at trying to use her own powers.
She was grateful when Hecate continued talking about dragon fruit, and she looked back at her mother thoughtfully. "Nope," She said this rather cheerfully, mostly amused again at her mother's incredulity.
"I..." Her cheeks reddened a bit, as Hecate asked her favorite fruit. "I like peaches too." She smiled, this time a bit more warmly. She was not a person who had artifice, and when she liked something, or was pleased. She would show it. Claire was not going to hide that she liked the idea that she and her mom shared something alike.
"Oh, thank you." She blushes again as Hecate complimented her and she reached to hand her a small knickknack. It was a small mirror, with a dark purple back wit an ornate yew tree. It didn't look like it belonged it Happy Berry. "This is for you. I'm sorry, I didn't wrap it."
Perhaps it was uncommon for a deity that has lingered in that world for so long to still have issues dabbling through idioms and figures of speech, but Hecate had a tendency to overlap knowledge and ended up forgetting the less relevant things she'd learn along the way. Given this, it was no surprise she took Claire's words too literally. "How silly of me!" She chuckled, taking a hand to cut her own cheek, showing a certain level of embarrassment. "Well, every demigod is born untrained. Sometimes it can bring tragedy and sometimes it may be a blessing. On some occasions, it may be both but not necessarily at the same time."
On a side note, Hecate appreciated being referred to by their biological bond. Despite not being the most endearing version of the term, it was certainly better than to stay on a first-name basis. Hecate could be compared to a teenager, giggling internally for being called an affectionate name. This is how she chose to see it, but without giving it away.
"I have to admit I have not delved too much into the world of culinary or trying too many things when it comes to food. I'm a picky eater, so there's still plenty I have not tried." Hecate felt the need to explain her surprise at the fruit's description given by Claire. A little piece of information her daughter may find curious and use to deepen the conversation if the demigoddess so desired. The hesitation when Claire started to speak brought Hecate's eyes to the girl's face, the shade filling her cheeks not passing by unnoticed.
To her surprise, Hecate flushed too at the revelation they had something in common that could not be forged or caused on purpose. "Ah! I knew you'd have a good taste, my dear!" Hecate spoke in a rather playful manner, trying to soften up the sentiment around them. "Did you know there are four different types of peaches? I discovered that way too late… But was a pleasant surprise nonetheless!" Hecate's enthusiasm over something seemingly trivial was very contrasting to her usual demeanor, but this was a heartwarming conversation with her daughter, of course, she would be dedicated to prolonging it.
Hecate's attention returned to the peach-colored bow and with a flick of her hand, the item started floating until it landed on the goddess's hand. The seconds that small gesture took, Claire had reached for her own item and Hecate's lips parted in awe, shaping into a cheerful smile. "F-for me?" Hecate carefully placed the bow aside but not too far from her reach, shifting her whole attention to the mirror which she also carefully accepted and took a few seconds to admire it closely. "It's so lovely Claire, I absolutely adore it!" With the attention of being comedic, Hecate glanced at herself in the mirror and pursed her lips, as if posing for a picture.
"Fits perfectly in my purse and my favorite color, amazing!" Hecate truly amused by Claire's initiative to give a gift and the timing of it felt almost ironic. "Well, you beat me to it but-" Hecate uses her free hand to reach for the bow again. "Would you try it? If you like it, I'd wish to buy it for you and here, use my new lovely mirror." She chuckled.
Khonshu tried to keep his grin hidden, but he had a tough time. It's not like he wouldn't help the goddess, he was just occupied with something else. "No. I wasn't...changing exactly." He bent down again, looking at the goddess and how tight the binds were exactly. "My, you really got tangled." He pulled on a rope, pulling the binds tighter only to chuckle as he realized. He didn't pull too tight, so she'd be uncomfortable.
Khonshu grazed his fingers against her cheeks, making eye contact with her through the glowing bulbs against her skin. His eyes narrowed a bit before his hands trailed further down her skin, his fingers pulling at the fabric of her top. "Aren't you warm, darling?" He stood up only to fully examine how she was. He walked over to the wall only to unplug the string. The darkness over took the space easily but the god was still able to navigate no problem.
He picked her up by the cords with one hand, and with ease. A soft flare escaped his nostrils before he moved to the bedroom with his 'package.' Not that Hecate was an item, he just accidentally associated it with carrying groceries, and in that case, Hecate was in fact, the whole meal.
He lightly tossed her onto the bed before plugging the lights in again. The god looked back at the door only to decide to leave it open. There really wasn't any reason to close it - he figured they could leave echoes through the whole apartment.
He walked over and pet her hair, his fingers tangling into the nape of her neck before pulling on it, bending her head back.
~"Well, ye-." Before Hecate could voice out her impertinence towards such an obvious statement, her words got cut off by the feeling of the cables against her body becoming even tighter. Her immediate reaction was not to nag at Khonshu, but to feel shy as she noticed how arched her back was, keeping her chest in a very perked position towards where Khonshu stood. "Not really, the lights aren't that strong." The affectionate name and the way Khonshu spoke made her own voice become calmer, in a way Hecate couldn't understand how.
Seeing Khonshu turning off the lightbulbs, brought some relief to Hecate, as it seemed he finally understood the situation. And yet, there she was, being carried like a gym bag away from the living room. The whole scenario seemed so ridiculous it left Hecate speechless but once she felt the bed under her body, it was time to react. "Khonshu what the hell?" To add to her surprise, the lights were on again, causing Hecate to close her eyes for a second to adjust to the brightness.
Once Hecate's eyes adjusted, the god was so close she could sense his cologne. Her energy was no longer the same, a certain nervousness trailed along his fingers and the feeling of her skin being pulled by him brought Hecate's breath to a small surprised whimper. "What type of prank is this my dear? Do you enjoy seeing me in such a predicament? Posing as a Christmas tree?" Her voice was calm, trying to figure out exactly in what situation the two were in. Her pride and stubbornness clouded her mind to realize it was a game of temptation, a matter of control and she was not the one with the tight grip.
Amaterasu regarded Hecate with understanding, her expression a blend of sympathy and amusement at her friend's demeanor. Despite the impatience, there was an undeniable camaraderie between them, forged through countless shared moments and mutual understanding.
"There is no need for apologies, dear Hecate," Amaterasu replied, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand the demands of your duties, and I admire your dedication to teaching. I have heard how difficult it coul be," Amaterasu gave a sympathetic smile.
As they waited in line and retrieved their food from Ambrosia Foods' deli, Amaterasu listened attentively to Hecate's complaints about her students and the challenges of returning to her routine after the holiday break. She nodded in agreement, empathizing with the frustrations of dealing with wayward pupils.
"It seems the trials of teaching are universal, my friend," Amaterasu remarked with a wry smile, taking a delicate bite of her own meal. "As for the council, Eros seems to be taking to duties better than I did." Amaterasu added modestly. "The children are well---Evander has discovered he liked painting and drawing and has asked to visit the galleries for inspiration. Cordelia--" She couldn't help but smile warmly at the mention of her twins. They were Eros' biologically, but Amaterasu had claimed them as her own and grateful they liked her too. "Cordelia has taken to reading a lot of works in the museum. At first, I thought she only did that to spend more time with me, and I her. But she shows a real aptitude in learning new texts. How are...How are your children? They released a new album right?"
Despite not spending that amount of time together, Amaterasu was someone Hecate held dear in their heart. Not only because Amaterasu brought immense happiness to another dear friend, Eros, but also because the Japanese Goddess was hard-working and honest. At least that is how Hecate perceives the other. "Don't get me wrong, I adore sharing my knowledge with the ones willing to learn." Hecate stopped on her feet, just long enough to allow herself to take her free hand to her neck and massage it briefly. "People no longer seem to have the same dedication to witchcraft as before. But hey, that's a sign of evolution I guess?"
She listened to Amaterasu attentively, making sure to match the pace of their steps and give them enough time to enjoy their company and food. "Eros is a perfect fit for the Council! Especially considering the other options from our beloved pantheon…" Hecate rolled her eyes playfully, acting more dramatically than necessary for comedic purposes. "That is lovely! I'm happy to hear Evander is growing an interest in art. I hope it develops nicely and that I'll be invited for his own gallery opening ceremony." Seeing Amaterasu's smile brought a warm feeling in Hecate. Which was also followed by a very brief bitter spike of jealousy. But it was short-lived as Hecate knew very well the iceberg between herself and her triplets was no one's fault but her own.
At the mention of Cordelia's hobby, Hecate raised a brow in curiosity. "Well. Children are easily influenced by their parents, perhaps Cordelia sees how happy it makes you so she wants to be like you." Hecate smiled back, taking a hand to stroke Amaterasu's back as they kept walking. Yet her steps came to a halt with the mention of her own offspring. "I believe they are doing well. Even though I'm not too fond of Apollo, I am very thankful for the opportunities he has provided to them as a band. I have made improvements to my connection with Claire and with Charlotte, I want to believe we're on good terms or at least favorable enough. As for Cassandra, well… That's a whole other story."
❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜ Eros is squeezing her in a hug. “Sounds absolutely awful! I would never do something so base and— come on now don’t be shy, you’ve hugged me tighter before!”
"You know, I'm not the best at detecting sarcasm..." Hecate pouted quite visibly, only to double down on the whole silly exchange. And to bring some inconsistency to her previous statement, Hecate starts to play along with her own sarcastic jokes. "The goddess who didn't believe in love?? Being friends with the god of Love?? Preposterous!" Eros' embrace was very welcome, although Hecate refrained from diving into the hug just to be able to speak.
As yet, his enthusiasm makes her indulge and her arms squeeze Eros equally tight, as strongly as she could. "One of these days, one of us will have their ribs broken with how tight these hugs are becoming. Don't you know my vessels are quite fragile? The curse of the nature of my deity powers!"
"Nothing? Are you sure about that"? Even though Arwyn and Hecate didn't spend that much time together anymore, the demigod still had a special place in her heart considering their past. Hecate saw the other as a nephew and it was difficult to let go the sentiment that Arwyn would always be a boy to take care of, in her eyes. So having him dismiss her concerns so easily, made her a little frustrated.
Hecate moved closer to him, taking her hand to pull on his ear but not enough to cause any pain. "What is this that I'm hearing of you and a certain goddess being entangled? I know I've been living under a rock for the last months but I thought this were nothing but rumours. And not only a goddess, but your boss? Boy!" Her voice has as clear nagging tone, but without being frantic. Her attitude came out of concern for him, more than anything else.
"Maaaaybe." Her voice confirms Amaterasu's comment, with a clear tone of brattiness and impatience. With the Winter Vacation period coming to an end, Hecate had been drowning at work lately, trying to resume her schedules and the daily routine. If one thing was a curse and a blessing, was Hecate's ability to quickly become unfamiliar with past routines. "I do apologize my dear."
They were standing, waiting in line for their turn to get food from Ambrosia Foods' deli. Within a few minutes both Goddess had their selected food in their hands and started walking away. "I hate having to eat in a rush. My students really used the holidays as an excuse to slack off. Things they already knew, seemed to poof away from their brains." Hecate complained, while taking a bite from the chicken skewers she was holding. "How about you? Anything exciting happening in the council lately? How are the kids and Eros?"
"Should we uh?" She takes a second to simmer on his suggestion. Not because Hecate was actually considering succumbing to it, but because she rejoiced in the tension the two had shared for centuries now. Once Hecate finally moves towards Susanoo, her hand rests on his chest, leaning forward just close enough to land a peck on his cheek.
"That's all I can give you now." With the latest happenings involving herself and Khonshu, Hecate's lust for Susanoo was now on a leash, even though the Japanese God still managed to bring a reaction from her, considering their various intimate episodes.
Opening the door, he was immediately greeted with Hecate's plea for help. Raising his eyebrow he looked towards where the voice was coming from. A grin appeared across his face before it vanished - shortly after she demanded he spared the laugh. Turning back to the door he closed and locked it, taking his time.
"Demanding, are we?" Clearing his throat he threw his helmet onto the couch before taking his jacket off, hanging it up on the hook. He took a look at her again before bending down to take off his boots. Khonshu opened the door to the closet to put them away, then grabbed the helmet to store it away as well.
Sauntering over to Hecate, he loosened his tie, only to throw it on the couch then the cuffs of his shirt before rolling them up, just below his elbows. "My." He squatted down to her, looking at the situation. "How did we end up here, Habibti?"* He peered down at her, lifting her head up by her chin, making eye contact with her.
Khonshu was enjoying the sight. He stood up, listening to what she was saying, but not fully paying attention. "Mmhm." Escaped his mouth as he was walking around his apartment, turning lights off and closing the blinds. He made it as dark as possible, so her skin was illuminated by the lights. Walking over to the bound goddess again, he remained standing up, towering over he as he worked on his belt.
"Demanding?" She shot back, in confusion. Khonshu's pace did not match the urgency the situation required in her eyes and it easily got on her nerves. Hecate was not one to be comfortable about being the butt of a joke, even if the circumstances would most likely be perceived as hilarious to anyone but the idiot that got themselves tangled in freaking Christmas lights. But instead of nagging at Khonshu, Hecate simply observed his nonchalant movements, scoffing and rolling her eyes as he put mundane items away.
She expected Khonshu to throw a joke at any moment, to take advantage of the situation and make her the topic of ridicule. It wasn't that serious, but Hecate had no experience to be made fun of and her goddess pride wouldn't take it very well. However, his demeanor was not of someone intending to have a laugh, but Khonshu was still amused by the sight in front of him.
"I tried to take the tree down but didn't notice the cables on the floor. The next thing I know I'm unable to move and I became one with the freaking tree." Her voice shows her obvious annoyance, just wishing Khonshu would finally get a grip and help. Mmhmm? That was it? The god clearly didn't seem to care to assist her and as he minded something else- blinds of all things- Hecate tried to move her body, struggling against the cables but ending up making things worse and every string touching her body tightened even more and causing her to arch her back, raising her chest towards his general direction. "Any time now, Khonshu…"
Hecate was too used to be the bossy one, to be the one in control of everything around her and seeing Khonshu casual poise made her frustrated. Seeing him reach for his belt, Hecate pouted. "Are you seriously going to change clothes first?" Only after she spoke that Hecate noticed how dark the room has become, with the small lamps around her body being the only source of light. As the lights were so close to her face, Hecate could barely look at Khonshu without the glare being an inconvenience.
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