╰ *: ･ﾟ ❛ THE ONE MAN SHE DOES NOT HATE ( wow ? )
❛ you’re late . ❜ says isis in greeting ; there is no shifting , no movement made to embrace the god she has spent millennia alongside . there is simply acknowledgement and her own form of teasing , for her counterpart is perhaps two to three seconds past the expected time at most . but what is eternity if it is not spent honing talents , and crafting spells to alert her to the must curious things ? to manners of tracking time and the matter of movement , even regarding light itself ? perhaps her curiosity will be her downfall , but until then . . . it will be a method of spending time and growing in power . she waves a hand , as if to tell him to sit next to her before she leans forward and grabs a pair of gold encrusted tongs . the coals on the hookah need to be tended to , flipped and dusted off as to keep the sweet , flavored tobacco from burning . shisha is perhaps a reminder of their realm , of those who still remember them , cherish them . ❛ i have not seen you in a decade . ❜ and the words , perhaps , would be viewed as curt if there were not a flicker in her eyes that betrayed some hint of emotion , although a name cannot be put to it. ❛ and i do suppose it’s nice to find that you are in one piece ; i would hate having to do what i did the last time that was not the case. ❜