Times changed, the world changed, but there was one thing that never changed…never. His hatred for Set, his loyalty to his mother, his separateness from the others, those things never changed
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He was a part of her, like no one else was, or could be. For a period of time, he'd been her reason to be, her reason to continue after Osiris was snatched so unfairly from her arms. He was her gift, her soul... Her unconditional love.
He was her son.
As he aged it took strength of will to allow him to grow on his own, but will was never something she lacked. As He took over the mantle of leadership she stood by his side, guiding, advising... perhaps too much, sometimes, some might say.
When he left her, she didn't hold on, as she knew he'd always be in her heart, and her in his.
And so when he prepared to come home...She knew. A mother's instinct.
Horus appeared in his mother's home, and turned to look about the room quietly. It was warm, and loving...
It felt right in a way a mother's home would always feel to a devoted son, and yet he couldn't get Set out of his mind. It was a virus growing in his lungs and turning into an annoying cough, and spoiled the feelings of would be joy...
"Mother," he called softly, a firmness veiled by a projected kindness. It was the command of a king.
She was a matriarch of her family, true, but her son was king and she respected that... the tone that would irk her coming from anyone else was accepted with ease from him.
She moved through the hall of the temple to the entrance and smiled at him as he stood there. It had been a while. Too long, she always thought.
He smiled very softly, and glanced around. It was so very quiet in the home of the Egyptians...
"Where is he?" he asked, having no need to state who the 'he' was. They all knew, every last one of them.
His second question played on the tip of his tongue, though he did not ask. He just wondered silently...where was she? She should have been here to greet him in his return as well, and yet?
She wasn't here, anywhere near here.
Hathor he thought silently to himself, a slight worrisome expression crossing his face.
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He was her son.
As he aged it took strength of will to allow him to grow on his own, but will was never something she lacked. As He took over the mantle of leadership she stood by his side, guiding, advising... perhaps too much, sometimes, some might say.
When he left her, she didn't hold on, as she knew he'd always be in her heart, and her in his.
And so when he prepared to come home...She knew. A mother's instinct.
It was that which put the smile on her face.
So she waited.
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It felt right in a way a mother's home would always feel to a devoted son, and yet he couldn't get Set out of his mind. It was a virus growing in his lungs and turning into an annoying cough, and spoiled the feelings of would be joy...
"Mother," he called softly, a firmness veiled by a projected kindness. It was the command of a king.
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She moved through the hall of the temple to the entrance and smiled at him as he stood there. It had been a while. Too long, she always thought.
Son.
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"Where is he?" he asked, having no need to state who the 'he' was. They all knew, every last one of them.
His second question played on the tip of his tongue, though he did not ask. He just wondered silently...where was she? She should have been here to greet him in his return as well, and yet?
She wasn't here, anywhere near here.
Hathor he thought silently to himself, a slight worrisome expression crossing his face.
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