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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=#a0785a][I]En Route to the Charity Event[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=#a0785a][b][i]Skadi & Ra[/i][/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
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[indent]“Tonight, Fugalia Technologies is hosting what is being coined a “Charity Ball”. The guest list is impressive to say the least-“

“Impressive? It’s ostentatious , Stacey! The amount of money gathering in that hall is at least a small nation’s worth.”

“Yeah, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die l for a spot on that guest list.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t? Who are you most excited to see on the red carpet?”

“Obviously the fabulous Leona, I’m sure she’ll be a stunner. I heard Karen Bailey will be there too, she was just awarded at the International Medical Conference over the past weekend for her work as an OBGYN.”

“Which is great but I can’t wait to see Marcus Salvius, or Eden Amor, oooh or Jackson Drake. My mouth is water already at the thought of what’s to come.”[/indent]

There is light laughter among the line-up of female hosts as they move onto other pressing topics of the night. The sound of their voices is just a background noise as Skadi applies her finishing touches to her makeup. A part of her wants to pout at not being among the mentioned attendees, but she quells that part of her with a reminder of her present identity. She is the granddaughter of the late Syvia Kaldr, record breaking Olympic Gold Medalist from London, and a professor at Seattle University. No longer a shining star in the eyes of the mortals, but not entirely removed from her past lives either.

The serenity she felt while gliding along the ice was second only to skiing across the snow capped mountains of her home. The memories of fond times long before she became a goddess were never far from the reaches of her mind, to this day she remembers the rumbling laughter of her father and warmth he held only for her in his sky blue eyes. The Norse goddess does not yearn for her place in Asgard like the others might, a godhood plagued with loneliness was worthless to Skadi. Even trapped to live out an eternity following after some obscured object was more preferred than the aforementioned fate. As long as she had her friends and could experience love over and over again, all would be well in her eyes.

[color=859ECC] “Rameses~ we’re going to be late if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror.”[/color] a glittering of laughter softened her words as she took a seat on one of the stools at the island to buckle her sparkling heels around her ankles, the last touch she needed for reappearance tonight among her fellow gods.

The haughty ruler of the sands scoffed but nevertheless continued on with his preening standing before the full length mirror stationed against the wall of his private quarters. [color=#A27527]"One must not rush perfection, ملكة الثلج. Besides, the main event has yet to arrive, and we shall be punctually late."[/color] The blizzard blue of the threads and the deep, patterned navy sark below fitted to his frame accentuated his physique exquisitely. How could he [i]not[/i] admire himself for more than fifteen? Adjusting the lapel of his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/94/6f/cf/946fcf9ecb5296f7df508e7b24925ac6.jpg][color=#A27527]jacket[/color][/url], once more and deeming himself suitable for consuming gazes, Ra sauntered forth from his dwelling. It wasn't until he came across the hall's looking glass that he took a moment of pause to check himself out once more. This time for sure he made it towards his friend's awaiting form and extending an arm for her to take he dipped his head low in a respectable bow.

[color=#A27527]"I dare say my little زهرة الشتاء , you look positively sublime,"[/color] Ra punctuated his observation with a lingering kiss to the tops her milky knuckles. The skin beneath his palms was smooth to the touch, but strong. Hardy yet delicate in appearance. The hands of someone who knew hard work and discipline well. Truly was she a goddess that dwelled among the frigid airs of snow capped mountains. He could only imagine the sight of her in her natural habitat. What a sight she truly must have been. A sense of reverence passed through him every time he thought of it. The past.

The architect relinquished the brush of his lips from her hands and a heavy sigh that brought him back to the present. In an instant he was standing to his full height, even in her heels she still only reached his chin, and made a huge and unnecessary gesture forward, leading them to their front door and out towards their chariot for the evening. Ever the king to put on a show for his own sake. Loss of his crown had affected him, though he truly wanted to continue creating, evolving those creations to the best versions they could be. Skadi knew what that was like on [i]some[/i] level, what with providing private skiing lessons to those who wanted to improve, so too did she want them to improve. No?

The [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/655167131335524403/757313845030158357/image0.jpg][color=859ECC]dress[/color][/url] Skadi wore flowed with her movements. A billow of sheer white fabric softened the commanding nature of her posture and gait. With head held high, shoulders squared and hips swaying just enough to entice, she followed after her closest confidant. Elegant and intimidating were often the whispers she heard among her students, and comments made of her when she would take to the ice and monopolize on the first place awards during the figure skating season.

[color=859ECC] “I’m surprised you didn’t go with a solid gold suit, Ra.”[/color] Skadi mused as she easily slid into the backseat of the Phantom nodding a thanks to the chauffeur that offered aid, [color=859ECC] “Not that I need to tell you, and perhaps I shouldn’t, lest your ego inflate any further, but you look gorgeous.[/color]

With all the grace a king should possess and then some, Ra circled around to the other side of the vehicle and slid into his spot beside the winter goddess. A knowing grin split his features and his posture seemed to only straighten more at the compliment, [color=#A27527]"I know, but do feel inclined to say it more often. It's not like I'm going to stop you."[/color] Cheekiness was a color not many were privy to witness. Except for Skadi. She was someone outside the realm of his pantheon — ilk that he has not laid eyes upon in centuries — that didn't have an adverse reaction to his presence.

Scenery faded away along either side of them as they were carted from their shared home towards the charity event. A question on his tongue, burning to be let loose into the compartment, [color=#A27527]"What is it the Romans are playing at,"[/color] eyes of molten amber track the goings on outside the window as they zoom down the street, bobbing and weaving between traffic. [color=#A27527]"Hosting an event such as this and so publicly as well? During a time that is met with ill will towards one another, it's just childish."[/color] His tone was drained but it didn't stop the gleam in his gaze at being able to bear witness to the cluster fuck that would most definitely take place within the course of the evening.

It was exciting to say the least and something the both of them so desperately needed to ring in their resurgence back into the fray that is warring pantheons of gild and gold and treachery. Ra could almost smell it. Creation and destruction at it’s finest.

Skadi wasn’t nearly as interested in the scheming and plotting of the other pantheons but she could not deny watching their plots unfold. The news of a God’s death had been whispers on the wind, at first it was meant with a contemptuous snort and uncaring wave of her hand. But her initial assumptions on the nature of this death had been uprooted when she spoke with The Morrigan at the university they both worked at.

‘Cut clean’ were the words used to describe the string of fate designated to Hephaestus. The situation was peculiar in the least, and a great deal unnerving, but she wasn’t fond of those latter feelings and focused on the mess that was surely going to arise when everyone’s questions were answered.

[color=859ECC] “I’ve not the attention span nor patience to scheme like you [i]kings[/i] spend your time doing. I’d rather spend my days frolicing through meadows and doing my womanly duty of being felt and not heard.”[/color] Skadi gave a dramatic huff as she leaned back against the door placing the back of her hand to her forehead, [color=859ECC] “But modern men don’t fuck like they used to, Ra, so I guess I’ll settle for enjoying the show of our fellow ‘dignified’ gods succumbing to their egotism and avarice and fighting amongst themselves.”[/color] Skadi’s glacier eyes sparkle like far off stars in the passing street lights and the mischief painted on her cute pout is a telltale of her jesting.

[color=#A27527]"You just haven't had the right man,"[/color] he chuckled darkly as he sidled up closer to the huntress yet refrained from unwanted touch. The first time he had made that mistake was his last. [color=#A27527]"Oh and they will find themselves at each other's throats. It is in their nature to bear fangs against those believed to be enemies..."[/color] The words spoken were that of someone very familiar with taking what was believed to be rightfully his. As with many things, past and present, in the life of Ra, regalia was viewed as pedestrian. Even when he was king of all of Egypt it wasn't something he was particularly content about. He relished in the worship and the adoration that was thrown at his feet, but the god was more absorbed in the glory that came with seeing his creations flourish.

Would he deny that he misses the days where the name Ra was whispered on the lips of devotees? Absolutely not. A sound that would dance on his ears and in his soul for a millennia to come were it to be so. Even to hear it from another being writhing beneath him and tangled in sheets of silk and cotton, sheen of sweat coating one another like a second skin. Oh, how he longs for long, cool nights in the arms of a worthy partner once more. Thoughts of his beloved Sun Spot flit across his mind's eye before being tugged back to the present at the slow roll of their chariot coming to a stop.

Lights flashing outside the windows, they were protected for a time, however now their presence would be made known to the rest of the world, and to their pantheons. The time of soul searching, rebuilding and rebranding oneself and everything in between had now run its course and was coming to a head. A number of mortals were crowded just past the barrier the car provided, though their voices carried through. An annoyance at the very least, but it also provided a well timed reprieve from being out of the loop for so long. [color=#A27527]"Just as it is in their nature to bear necks to those higher in the food chain."[/color] Turning back to his gorgeous date, her hand in his once again, a kiss of his breath lightly played upon her skin. The chauffeur was already at the ready, hands on the handle of the door, prying it open and exposing the two occupants to the flashing of bulbs and a chorus of questions, [color=#A27527]"Come my little زهرة الشتاء, let us make them envious of the time they spent outside of our presence."[/color]


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