#harakhtee

[safiirimaagi]

@harakhtee from [x]

Eyes widening, Luvia instinctively tried to hide her arm from him, even though he had already seen the gash on it that was still trickling red. “It’s...I’ll look at it in a moment, I swear.” Somehow, she had a feeling that if she had waved it off as ‘nothing’, he would have something to say about it.

Hoping to placate him, she brought her arm forward again and examined it. It didn’t look so bad, three thin gashes from the claws of a beast type they had fought off earlier. 

What had she been thinking, jumping in like that? Horus was a Servant, he could have easily handled it himself, but she didn’t think things through. She saw it going straight at him and the rest was a blur. 

“I’m sorry, Horus.” That’s all she can say and she bites at her lip, taking the med-kit for herself and taking out several bandages for herself. “I just...I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. I didn’t mean to get in the way.”

[safiirimaagi]

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HC Relationships | Accepting

1. Luvia often seeks out Horus to speak with him about his lore. Like asking him what’s accurate, what’s not, the like. She likes hearing his stories.

2. Will constantly try to fight alongside him rather than just be a support. 

3. Lame attempts at bird jokes.

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[xhaathor-blog]

Humming, the Eye of Ra's arms drape around Hathor's shoulders from behind, while his cheek rests against the side of her head. The god's expression is nothing short of irate, and there's none who can remedy his foul mood other than his beloved wife. Absent-mindedly, his fingers play with her long dark hair, and Horus inhales deeply in an attempt to preserve what little patience he possesses. "I grow weary of these mortals, my love."

How blessed she was to be graced with is presence. His hands upon her skin made her heart beat just a bit faster. This man was more than just a husband, he was a mighty GOD with raging power and all knowing wisdom. Yet, he gently played with her hair as if he wasn’t any of those things with her. Only her beloved, that’s what he really was wasn’t he?

“Mortals, you say? And why is that, my love?” She asked, as if she didn’t already know the answer. Her love for mortals was an acquired taste. Nevertheless, she asked him regardless. It might be simply because she enjoys his voice.   

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She really had no right to pout, but here she was. Pouting was exactly what the caster was going. Its not like she planned to get her and despite being dead it hurt like hell. But Teanna knew better than to be sarcastic with a god at the moment.  “Fine fine...” She muttered. Coat long sense discarded for the medical treatment as red eyes stared at anything except at Horus. No where near as self-conscious about the scars on her back as she was in life.