Hella couldn't help noticing the irony of him actually chiding her about public affection, considering it was usually him that she had to control. "Because no one knows about us yet," she mused with a shake of her, "I like that." The thought of oracle was still strange to her, even if she stopped pointing that out to him.
She followed into the hall a moment later and made her way to the other oracles, there weren't many left. Though something felt off. There was a tingle as if someone familiar was here, but she couldn't explain that.
Asta was no fool. She waited until it was later when enough wine had flown. Only then did she enter disguised as a servant. Baldr, she would get him. One glass was poisoned with something Loki said would kill a god for sure, not that she wasn't willing to help out, if need be.
Set was not about to turn that down, he wasn't a madman. Still, he couldn't help feeling like something was off. That was however forgotten when she kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her to take her to bed. He was definitely happy and he did try to socialize, even if he still hated the banquet.
Osiris was naturally also there. He did smile at seeing Farah, but it froze on his lips at her words. His smile grew solemn as he understood what she was saying and simply nodded, even though she had long walked past him. He would be lying, if he said that he wasn't sad.
Set moved over to her. "Shall we sit down?" he asked with a small smile, oblivious to all this.
Forseti enjoyed feasts for different reasons before, now he was going to enjoy it for another reason. Kissing her back he gave her a smile. "Now, we can't being public until after you are annouced as my oracle. Afterwards, we will be together, for as long as we want to be."
Rubbing her back, he moved to go take his place with the gods. It was the moment when they were all to decide who would be oracles. Giving a smile he was happy, though he couldn't help but notice that it felt different.
Loki, that was the only answer he had.
"We do have a few minutes before we need to go to the banquet. We might as well enjoy ourselves," Farah smiled normally wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him again. One last time to the person who had helped save her.
After the session, she was content and happy. Before the banquet began and Set was temporarily distracted she paused by Osiris. "If something happens again, please keep your promise about my brother. And keep Set from killing him."
Before he could question she moved to the drinks quickly swapping them out before Isis would enter the room. This was the only chance.
Could anyone blame set for wanting to protect her? Especially after what had happened? His mind was temporarily distracted from all this when Isis came and he was ready to kill her. Did she have any idea how hard he had been working in his kingdom?
When Farah finally returned he kissed her back, but something was off. Thoughtfully, he prepared before looking to her. "Is everything alright? You are very quiet today," he asked, moving to wrap an arm around her, "I would rather be bitten by a snake." It was the last thing he wanted to do to go to that banquet.
Jess gave him an amused smile, having it substitute for a laugh, because that was just painful. "Yeah, we kind of ended up getting smaller, not bigger," she told him before nodding, even though she really didn't want to go back to those dreams again, "Okay, see you later." Smiling at the kiss on the forehead, she watched him leave before gingerly lying down, her back still in agony. Too exhausted and in pain, but possibly also from Forseti's scent being everywhere, she quickly fell asleep.
It took a long time to recover, but it helped that Forseti never really left her side and once she was healthy again, they were inseparable. It did take her some time to get over the loss of her sister, but she was working on it.
Months passed and finally the end of the tests was there. It still seemed crazy to Hella that she was here. Tonight was the feast to mark the end of it all. Right now though, she was still curled up next to Forseti in his room. "Is it really over tonight?" she asked probably for the hundredth time, leaning up to kiss him softly. She was excited for this and soon they could travel and everything. However, fate had a different plan for the evening.
The recovery was painful. There was lingering effects, she had lost weight and suddenly her adomen was in more subtle pain. Farah bore it well, though, the adjustment in her drinking and food helped out. The truth was she wasn't expected to live long since she had been a slave.
It wasn't surprising when Set wouldn't share or wanted her. The biggest surprise was when Isis came. Apparently trying to get Set to hand over his crown and the customary banquet was to be held. Though Set was more wanting to kill her than feast to her.
Walking casually, she looked as Isis gestured for her to come. She was a beautiful woman, the same as her brothers, only there was an air to her that she didn't trust.
"You are the one that seduced my brothers?" She asked stroking her hair before running a finger over her lips. "I have a proposition for you...since they seem to adore you so..."
Listening, it took everything to not be revolted by it. This was why she was spared. This moment. Walking away numb, she talked to Marnin first, which ended in an argument. Returning to Set she didn't even speak a word before kissing him.
This would be the last time, but he couldn't know. Cleaning and dressing she smiled to him. "Shall we go for the banquet?"
"I thought people would need larger tents for how much bigger people are. I was wrong...Sleep...I'll come back with some water and light food for you," Forseti kissed her forehead before leaving the tent. He hoped she would get the rest she needed.
Now that she knew, he was wondering exactly what he was to do now and why he was here in the first place.
"You more mean the rest were those dreams force feeding me. You said they were over soon?" Jess asked, hopefully so she could get back to some normal sleep, "I suppose those are good qualities to have at times." Still, it was a little strange how people apparently tended towards one than the other.
And still he did. It was written as clear as day on his face. He wished she was Hella. The last part did make her smile softly. "I guess that's all I can ask of you," she replied, knowing it meant he would never love her.
"Strange plane of existence?" she repeated as she thought on it. She supposed it was true that if he wasn't technically alive, but did exist that it did create a loophole of sorts. Hearing him complain about his tent, she laughed before her back exploded in pain, making her grimace. "I'm not that picky. I just need to lie down," she told him, a hand holding on to his shoulder to keep from falling over.
"Well, then, maybe I'm a nudist or simply enjoy walking around without any clothes on. What do you say to that?" he inquired with a teasing look. Naturally, he did make sure the bed was more comfortable for her than for him, considering she was the one feeling bad and he was just there to watch over her.
Ste couldn't help laughing. "Clearly," he mused as he looked to her, "Actually, I'm a god. We don't play by any rules. We make them." He gave her a grin. It was sort of true. Seeing she was feeling bad again, he continued to run his hand through her hair as she fell asleep. He stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle once she was sleep.
"The nudge was there, yes, the rest was you. There were benefits of Asta as well. The descendants were clever and driven...it turned out perfectly well," Forseti gave a small grimace at that statement. "Yes, partially, but I can't expect that and I've grown to care for you as you are."
The tent was larger by far and more comfortable, though he still found room to complain. "Since I was born...somewhere...I don't know. Till when The Christians took over, the rest was in that strange plane of existence. The tent is larger, though it's not the tents of old with furs and fires..."
"Please, people have been wearing something close to that for centuries. I remember reading a time in your culture where it was thin linen wrapped around with breasts exposed," Amira teased. The bed wasn't that wide or tall but she managed to fit comfortably. It was just strange with him being close.
That statement held truth, that part was wanting him so bad. She wouldn't let it though. "I play by different rules. And you could, but not likely you won't."
There was that feeling again, she went for the crackers and water before closing her eyes. It was awful but not as bad as the dream. Soon she was feeling herself nod off.
"Yes, but it's quite obvious those are not meant to be used for that," Set mused with a shrug, not really caring if he had or hadn't sat on the couch naked. Still, it wasn't nice to see her in this much discomfort and he ran a hand through her hair.
He chuckled as he raised a brow. "That's the story you are going with. Very convenient. I'm pretty sure every fiber in your body is disagreeing with that statement," he replied amused as he watched her, "But I could also be comfortable in my room." He couldn't resist pointing out she wanted him here. It was a little contradicting, but he didn't care.
It was strange to have this conversation with a god. A conversation on life and death. Their lives must seem so trivial to them, Jess imagined. "I guess gods really do have a different perspective on life than mortals," she mused before thinking on what he said, "But you wish I was. You nudged me in the right direction." It was obvious in some of the things he did. Even after centuries, he still loved her.
"No one else to ask, but you. Not like there are a lot of gods walking around," she pointed out somberly before chuckling, "Old is right. How many centuries are you old?" She couldn't help teasing him. "Still, then I'll take it, before it just gathers dust in your pocket," she told him, looking to him as he released her.
"There's blanket and towels. It's close to what you wore in the past anyway," Amira rose a brow before giving a small groan. This was awful, the crackers was already churning in her stomach. "It doesn't really count until I say sound of mind, yes. That's what I'll go with."
He seemed so surprised she shrugged. "You're not leaving either way...you might as well be comfortable."
It was also warming for her to know that he cared so deeply. But it was Farah he cared about, Amira was both, and she was her own person. He loved a dead woman.
"I wouldn't be too sad. She lived a good, comfortable life surrounded by love and her family served the gods well. Truly she was an honorable, good woman. Now, I don't think you're her...I'd be a fool to think that," Forseti said slowly letting her go before shrugging. "I don't know know anymore...that might be a question for someone else. This isn't my time."
They were needed for something important, but what, she didn't know. "It's okay. I have the memories and feelings, that's all this old soul needs. Items are just...that."
He was probably right there. She did most of the translation work. They could survive without her for a day. "I think I realized that when I started balling my eyes out for no reason," she replied dryly with a small chuckle, "At least I know why now. And how did we do as oracles?" There was still so much she wanted to know about him, Hella and all this in general.
When they arrived at her tent Jess was so tempted to just curl up, but at the same time she didn't want to be alone. Not after all this. "Is your tent that much bigger?" she asked before nodding softly, "Yeah, let's go."
Hearing the story, she smiled softly. "I think you should keep it. You can't keep giving me all the things that remind you of Hella. You won't have anything for yourself," she told him, looking up at him.
Set gave a shrug as she chuckled. "I didn't have any clothes and I wasn't about to stand all day," he mused as he watched her solemnly, "I suppose that makes sense. Was it at least worth breaking your celibacy?" He gave her a small grin, not sure if she remembered much of anything.
He did arch a brow at that. Here he thought she would be furious with him. "Yes ma'am," he mused as he watched her get comfortable and he simply scooted up so he could lean against the headboard with his back to watch her. He moved a hand to run it through her hair.
"They'll get on without you just fine. I'm sure you've realized by now that this was where Hella died. I made a promise to her to redeem her family and have them be oracles. Some were good, some were bad, it wasn't the blood it was the people themselves," Forseti took her to her tent before giving a small apologetic smile. "We both won't fit in there...unless you want to stay in my my tent."
He smoothed her hair for a moment before giving a nod. "She said her nephew brought it back from the raiding. He gave it to her when he came back. Do you want it back?"
"Naked asses on couches are gross...I'm sorry...and feets on bed without sheets. My mom...she's a bit of a neat freak and I picked up some of it," Amira gave a small chuckle. With how he was acting now, she didn't have as much hatred towards him anymore. From what memories she did catch it had been an amazing time, too.
"When you have that personality, some people know, and they manipulate you. Excuses...loving acts for a while...it did and I can't let that happen again. It's why I chose to go celibate until that was broken," Amira rested the second pillow on her stomach before laying down comfortably. "You might as well make yourself comfortable since you aren't leaving my side."
Set gave a shrug. "Likely, though you weren't too pleased about me sitting naked on the couch either," he reminded her as he did place a bucket next to her bed, just in case, before he sat down on the edge of the bed.
It was interesting to hear her say that. "Hard to imagine that happening to you," he said, truly being amazed that any guy would leave her, but what did he know. He was almost programmed to be infatuated with her. "You should rest until you feel better. Don't worry, I'll tell the professor you aren't feeling well," he assured her as he brushed some hair out of her face.
"Probably better than collapsing at work, because I still feel skewered," Jess replied, knowing she had little options, because no one would believe she was feeling this way because of a dream. The more she thought on it, the more confusing it become, though it explained quite a few tendencies of hers. "That's why I have such different personalities at times, don't I?" she concluded, trying to understand all this.
Hearing the last part, she felt sorry for him and she hugged him close, despite her back, and rubbed his back softly. She had seen how they acted and they really seemed to love each other. "I'm sorry about that," she said softly before remembering something, "The necklace you had wanted to give me... The one with the shell on it that was from a dear friend... That was from Hella, wasn't it?" It was crazy to think that that was the case.
"That makes more sense of why I hated you when I met you, he still blamed you for her death...which I'm sure will be great to go through if dreaming of the poisoning did this," Amira laid down slowly, placing the water bottle and crackers at her side. It was likely the stomach flu, or something mimicking it. It still smelt of them on the bed, and it wasn't a bad smell.
"Never say you love someone that you know will never love you the same way, it's how you get hurt even worse," she said slowly before giving a rueful smile. "I had to learn that the hard way over and over again till decided to fuck it and not even try with this love business."
"It's your choice, but they'd understand if you suddenly felt under the weather, as they say now. And you should...You are, that child was raised by Hella, later they became my oracle and to my family until we were no longer needed," Forseti explained before shaking his head. "No, she needed to raise the family. Towards the end of her life, I remained a faithful companion until she died."
He still missed her but this girl had such a spirit that he was feeling a little more whole again.
There was quite a bit of relief inside Jess at hearing that he wasn't her great... something, maybe more than there should be considering that she kind of wanted to kiss him. "So I'm directly related to Asta," she repeated, which in a way made too much sense to her, considering how she acted. Still a bit of a letdown considering the few things she had seen of her weren't exactly nice.
There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but ultimately decided not to, since apparently she would see later. "You never ended up together completely, did you?" she asked, considering how he acted, "A day. I have to work on a dig in a few hours. I can barely stand, let alone anything else." Still, she looked up to him in a silent question of if he would help her to her tent.
Set did give a sorry expression as he watched her. He didn't enjoy watching her throw up, that was for sure. Slowly, he followed after her and arrived just as she finished dressing.
Her words did make him chuckle. "No, as far as I can tell you are quite sane," he mused as he leaned against the door frame to watch her, "Why is a good question. I don't know. I was awoken from my sleep by you. You are a descendant of Marnin. You're an oracle. The exact reason I don't know." He gave a shrug as he looked to her.
"No, no...Asta was with child when she was banished. Only by a month, I've been told, which was before I was drunk and foolish. We never did find out the father but she had been very active then..." Forseti explained with a flush. "You'll see the rest of the events but as far as I knew Hella never had children of her own. Just raised Asta's into a good line of Oracles."
It was strange to be holding a great niece of the woman he loved, but she was there, but in a different way. It could be refreshing actually. "You should lay down, this should only last for a day, I believe."
Taking a step back, she placed a hand on the counter feeling her stomach churn again. "Oh, here we go again..." Amira moaned, before doing the wall crawl back to the bathroom. After a few minutes of cleaning her mouth again she made it to her room to change into clothes.
Thinking on what he said she rubbed her temple. "Oi, I've really gone insane, haven't I? And no...I'm good, thank you...why are you here?"
It was impossible to know what to think in this moment because there were so many thoughts.
Set was curious what this kiss was supposed to prove, but he wasn't going to argue. After all, he was allowed to hold her naked in his arms again and his hand around her waist gently drew shapes into her.
He was a little surprised that the kiss went on as long as it did, but when she pulled back she seemed to have the proof she needed. Nodding, he replied, "I am Set, god of war and a few other things. One can assume that, though she never outright said it. Was that the proof you needed? I can show you more proof in bed, if you wish." He couldn't resist suggesting that.
A part of her was so very happy right now and wanted nothing more than to curl up with Forseti while another one was just confused. It was a little crazy to think she was being held by a god right now.
Jess gave a soft smile back. "Her descendant... so like her I am an oracle?" she asked, trying to figure out what was going on, "Awaken you? Will my back stop hurting at some point? Maybe we can sit down or something." It felt like he didn't have many more answers than she did. Her back really didn't seem to agree to standing up though.
Though then she thought of something. The way her dreams ended just now Hella and he were happy. "Wait... does that mean I'm descendant from you as well?" she concluded, still considering pulling away or not, because if he was this was a little creepy.
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