The marvels of the past

"Mean." He stated as she continued poking him. He knew quite well that that made him sound a bit like a child. He smiled again when she laced her fingers through his. Before leaning his head back onto hers, he placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

#a moment in history #overprotectivefalcon

"Heh?" Looking at him confused, Clio pointed at herself. "Me? Mean?" Pouting slightly, she puffed her cheeks when the other kissed her forehead. "I am not the mean one." Saying this, she pecked his nose, as if it being a prove of her not being mean.

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Set nodded lightly and sighed. This was a first for him, really. He had never really had anyone tell him he was interesting. He assumed that sitting out in the middle of nowhere was obviously something that contributed to that. However, he didn’t know what she meant by how he looked. "How I look…? Do I look funny?" He hadn’t been aware that he looked strange. Then again, he doubted the fact that he looked “normal”. "I don’t suppose there’s a problem with it so much as there’s a danger to it." He had been told so many times that he was dangerous and violent, that he’d began to believe it. No matter how much he didn’t really want to be a randomly dangerous person. He looked at her again and nodded. "It’s good to meet you, Clio. I’m Set."

#a moment in history #lonelymisunderstoodchaos

"Do you look funny....?" Tilting her head at his question, Clio thought about that for a couple of minutes and then shook her head. "No, you don't look funny. Imposing? Yes, Gloomy? Yes, With certain dark touch? Definitively. But it is not like it is the first time I have meet someone that has this characteristics... And really, being the muse of History I learned that is not good to judge someone before actually interacting with that someone." Shrugging at this, she then looked at the others red eyes. Set... Set... Where had she heard that name? Unfortunately, Clio didn't remember. But well, it didn't really matter. "Nice to meet you."

"And so do you." He smiled as he returned the gesture, poking her cheek as well. He chuckled for what seemed like the thousandth time.

Poking him a couple of times more, Clio then took the hand that poked her and interlaced her fingers with him. And with this, she continued petting his hair with the other hand,

"I am…? I’m afraid I didn’t notice." Liar. He chuckled lightly as she played with his hair. It made him kind of tired.

Poking his cheek with the hand that wasn't petting his hair, Clio chuckled. "You did... And you look really cute."

word-stuck

#Words:Of:Wisdom

"Ah, alright then." He smiled and leaned his head over on hers. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You are welcome Horus." Smiling, Clio started to play with the others hair. "And, by the way... You are blushing."

presidingjustice

He had never been worried about the reactions mortals would give him if he should them his powers. Most of the mortals he should his powers to thought that he was doing magic tricks which played out right for him. They would question how he made an ax disappear, but he always tells them that a magician never reveals their secrets; they would easily take his words and leave the subject alone. The kids would be too mesmerized by his trick to even ask him about it. To be honest, he has been doing this for quite some time.

"Is that so", he murmurs. He hasn’t had a problem with showing his powers to humans yet, so he thought he did not have to worry, but the goddess’ words makes him think otherwise. "It is true that mortals have stopped believing in the gods, but where I am from I still have many believers. Many people still believe in the Norse Gods and worship us just like ages ago. I understand where you are coming from, so I will stop using my powers carelessly around mortals."

#presidingjustice #a moment in history

Sighing once again, this time in relief, Clio felt her lips curling slightly up. At least she had gotten her points across. With this sigh, the curiosity she felt when she saw him moments ago. Who was this god? She knew he wasn't any of the Greeks, yeah, she knew that for sure. And he had admitted that he was one of the Norse Gods. But which one was he? "I would appreciate that, it really wouldn't help me if I have to record panic once again." Yeah, she had enough with the panics in the past.

"And... Well. I am Clio, the Muse of History... And who are you?" Tilting her head, Clio looked at the other with curiosity. After all, she had not meet a lot of Norse Gods, really, she hadn't meet a lot of gods outside of her family at all. And she had to fix that, after all, her eternal curiosity wasn't going to be satiated until she meet at least one of each family.

Horus grinned and chuckled lightly. "Thank you. I don’t want to hurt your other shoulder though…"

"Then, if you want, you can rest your head in my head. That way it won't hurt my shoulder."

Horus smiled lightly. "Are you sure? I can sleep for ages."

"I am sure. I don't really mind. After all, you look cute while sleeping."

xlepos

A yawn stirred—lured away from his mouth, as he listened to the girl speak. It wasn’t a sign of boredom however—he only had suited the means of one who had been sleepy on a daily basis. His ears perked as her words traveled like a train further. So, she may have not been a typical human—or a human at all for all he had known. A blue orbed gaze was lifted ahead of him at the sky above—he hadn’t typically paid much attention to the area unless it were masked by the shadows of the night with dazzling shards of sparkle that danced along its blanket of evening. Rather, his interests lied in the aspects of nature’s gifts like the trees, grass, bushes, and flowers. Although, that may be due to the factor that the goddess who served as his master was one of wildlife-but, before that, a fondness for those details were in his heart.

"Quite the shame it is. Yet, I have become all too used to the negative renovations that people have made to this earth."

#xlepos #a moment in history

"Quite a shame indeed." Agreeing with him, Clio continued looking up. And it was quite desolating too. To know that the humans that they had protected from the start of times, were destroying their ancient home.. But sadly, they couldn't do anything. With the fact that they didn't exactly fit in the modern world and everything. Sighing softly, Clio dropped her gaze and glanced at him. He was a curious being, indeed. And she wanted to know more of the other. But it seemed to her that it would be better to wait a bit more than to actually start firing question straight away. Subtly was a good trait after all.

"And the worst part is that the mortals know exactly what they are doing, and they don't think about it twice." With this, Clio dropped her shoulders just slightly.

"O-Oh… Sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt your shoulder."

Poking his cheek, Clio sighed. "Don't worry, just change shoulder."

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He looked at her and let out a small sigh slip through his nose. It was just his luck that she liked the night. He didn’t mind speaking with her. In fact, that was the last thing he minded. He just felt unstable nine times out of ten. It wasn’t very surprising since he was the god of violence as well. What surprised him the most was when she said he seemed interesting to talk to. He stared at her in disbelief. "You can’t mean that." Since when had he been interesting? "I’m not talking about the night thing, that’s believable. I don’t see how I’m interesting in any way whatsoever." He crossed his arms as well and turned to face her. Despite his constantly gloomy mood, there were times he got curious. Now was one of those times. His red eyes studying the other.