You can never go home again.
Wearing cowboy hats usually made her smile secret smiles to herself that seemed to make her look like she was up to something - like she knew a joke that anyone who looked at her suddenly really wanted to hear. As she walked down the street in the small Argentinian cattle town, she was wearing a cowboy hat, but not smiling that smile, as her dreds blew just slightly in the breeze.
Home had been pulling at her recently - the more recent, the harder the pull.
Time had passed since she'd last seen family.
In her travels, she'd run into Big Daddy now and then, and stayed in touch with him as much as he let anybody.
The incident with the Greek king had made a bigger mess than she'd wanted to deal with, and once it had blown over, she'd slinked off into the sunset, going West again and exploring the mortal world, just like she'd done before. She hadn't wanted Sekhmet to come out, and that was always the danger when things ran foul. And yeah, at that point, things had run kinda foul.
So she'd gone West, and East, and a lot of places in between again, just like she had in the years before she'd come home the last time, and she enjoyed the world and what it had to offer. She didn't look at the sky too often - just now and then, when she was certain he wouldn't look back.
She hated how he still hadn't let go of the Old Times, how obsessive he was, how everything - their joy, their love, their marriage - everything - had taken a backseat to his revenge and his hatred. It was too much for someone like her to take.
She hated how much she missed him sometimes.
But now something was pulling her home. She'd sensed that insane disturbance, of course... and Big Daddy was up there, she knew that. She could only hope that Isis and Nephy and Seth had forgotten what an idiot she'd been - how easily she'd almost fallen prey to...
Hathor shook her head clear of all that.
Life wasn't about the past, hadn't that always been her thing?
Her steps on the Argentinian sidewalk continued without interruption as thoughts of home pulled her toward there - and this time, she didn't resist. She simply kept walking until she was in the Egyptian Quarter, in front of the all-too-familiar temples.
She ignored the wrench in her heart as she thought she felt him.
He'd been gone for ages. There was no need for thinking about that now.
No. Life wasn't about the past.
Home had been pulling at her recently - the more recent, the harder the pull.
Time had passed since she'd last seen family.
In her travels, she'd run into Big Daddy now and then, and stayed in touch with him as much as he let anybody.
The incident with the Greek king had made a bigger mess than she'd wanted to deal with, and once it had blown over, she'd slinked off into the sunset, going West again and exploring the mortal world, just like she'd done before. She hadn't wanted Sekhmet to come out, and that was always the danger when things ran foul. And yeah, at that point, things had run kinda foul.
So she'd gone West, and East, and a lot of places in between again, just like she had in the years before she'd come home the last time, and she enjoyed the world and what it had to offer. She didn't look at the sky too often - just now and then, when she was certain he wouldn't look back.
She hated how he still hadn't let go of the Old Times, how obsessive he was, how everything - their joy, their love, their marriage - everything - had taken a backseat to his revenge and his hatred. It was too much for someone like her to take.
She hated how much she missed him sometimes.
But now something was pulling her home. She'd sensed that insane disturbance, of course... and Big Daddy was up there, she knew that. She could only hope that Isis and Nephy and Seth had forgotten what an idiot she'd been - how easily she'd almost fallen prey to...
Hathor shook her head clear of all that.
Life wasn't about the past, hadn't that always been her thing?
Her steps on the Argentinian sidewalk continued without interruption as thoughts of home pulled her toward there - and this time, she didn't resist. She simply kept walking until she was in the Egyptian Quarter, in front of the all-too-familiar temples.
She ignored the wrench in her heart as she thought she felt him.
He'd been gone for ages. There was no need for thinking about that now.
No. Life wasn't about the past.