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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=FF0927][I][sub]THE UNIVERSITY, SEATTLE[/sub][/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=FF0927][sub][b]Mood:[/b] NOPE[/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

[color=silver]The shift in movement beside her and a distinct rustle of fabric had her hands sliding down to remove themselves from at least blocking her eyes. Chocolate met gold, the swirl of worry as clear as day but the deeper emotions they held easily stirred for her to see because they were emotions Hathor had felt herself before when concerning her sister. She had been trying to stay strong and keep her composure as best she could, the tears being the only thing she had not been able to stop but with Bastet’s words, a sharp pain of guilt that was her own added in with Hera’s made her want to crumble. She wasn’t even able to get an apology out as it came as more of a whimpering cry than even a reply. The issue was, she hadn’t been thinking, she had just acted and that was something that had always been her problem. When the moment struck just right, she wanted to do something about it. If she had been logical...Bastet would have been of monumental assistance so she herself did not have to be overwhelmed as she was currently but there was no changing the outcome now. 

She hadn’t even needed to ask for support, her sister being the same pillar of strength and comfort that she had always been as the arms wrapped around her. Hathor clung to her like a child then, hugging her close and burying her face in the crook of her shoulder. She let herself be weak, not caring if the other ones saw since she was in her own world. She was grappling with herself, the emotions she felt as well as everything she had offloaded from Hera to place on her own soul. Bastet was at least keeping Hathor’s own emotions at bay with just letting herself focus on the hug itself. The comfort in knowing that she was not alone. For a moment, she thought that it might be manageable like this and then that moment was gone. The smell of lotus and sandalwood enveloped around her, one that had her heart skipping and racing. It pulled from her fond memories, moments of laughter, times where she had been his support, the thoughts of a warm and heated embraces that were nothing like the one she was receiving now but then it shifted, twisting as heartbreak and guilt slammed into her.

The painful flood of memories. The ones where she had been cast aside. All the promises that had been laid before her to be given to another. She had lived, breathed, protected, and loved with every fiber of her soul but it was never enough. She had never been enough. The other times she had tried to grasp at those feelings with another, they had run through her fingers like sand. All the loves she thought might be true never were and maybe she wasn’t meant to have one. Hathor tilted her head up, her eyes moving, glancing longingly at yet another man her heart beat for and knew this time it was for nothing. It wouldn’t stop making her feel even though it was strictly impossible. Well, maybe not but it was pretty damn close. The stab of guilt and sorrow ran through her again, making her grip on Bastet’s coat tighten. He was desperately in love with someone else and technically they were still married which made guilt eat at her soul. Kore was sweet and wonderful. It was hard not to love her.

It didn’t stop her from wanting anyway, it helped in holding her tongue though and keeping her feelings close to her heart instead of pouring them out to Hades. She took a moment to be content that at least she had his friendship, one they had forged in understanding and reflection of who the other was beyond just their darker sides. It was something she cherished just as much as her friendships with Tlaz and Hel. She would do anything for them, they only needed to say the word. She watched him comfort his two sweetpeas, making sure they had the support they needed and it felt bittersweet for her. The mist finally cleared, making her feel like she could come up for air instead of just drowning in her memories and thoughts but it was already too much. She needed away from this mess. Hathor slowly pulled back from Bastet, giving a weak smile and shakily stated that she needed some air. 

The Morrigan was already putting her foot down by the time Hathor was at the door, making a swift exit. She wouldn’t be able to drive like this but sitting in the sun or doing some cloud gazing until the emotions drifted back to only her own wasn’t too bad of an idea. It was better than the other part of her that wanted to kick, scream, cry, and hit everything in sight. She just wanted this day to be over, have a few drinks, and do something...anything just to help her forget the pain she felt and the past she was running from. It probably wasn’t smart to be alone but at the same time, she didn’t want them to have to worry more. She would be fine. She was used to this. She could handle it. 

Hathor found herself a patch of grass, flopping back into it without a care in the world or whether it was ruining her white outfit. The fresh air would do her good and everything else would fall into place. She couldn’t change what was but she could learn from it. When she was back to herself, she would look into seeing what she could do for the fallen god. They were all in danger and she would not allow her loved ones to be next. She needed her family and friends to be safe. It was those thoughts that ran through her mind as she watched the clouds drift, her heart aching in a sea of negative emotions and loss. [/color]

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