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Power Rangers: Crystalizers

@Crimson Flame



Sorry, couldn’t resist

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

@BenG85

Lol oh yeah, that was my first thought when reading through the profiles. I’m excited to see how it turns out. Also, thanks so much! She is definitely adorable and I love writing this character :3

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

Jordan Hall, Blue Ranger

_{Jordan Hall / N/A / 21 / Blue Crystal Ranger / 4169E1 / Felicia ‘Fo’ Porter}

A P P E A R A N C E

While she possesses a natural beauty that makes her easy on the eyes, Jordan doesn’t have the most approachable vibe about her. This is most likely to the resting bitch face that always seems to be permanently placed there. She stands roughly at the height of 5’10 with average weight. Her tresses a mass of dark chocolate curls that fall to her shoulders when left down, bangs slightly framing even darker eyes that grace the soft features of her face. A dusting of freckles dapple across the bridge of her nose, cheeks and the curve of her shoulders over caramel colored skin. She has the body of a dancer, elegant lengthy limbs that hold a surprising amount of strength and flexibility for swift precise movements. A soft curve of an hourglass shape that mostly goes ignored due to her style.

S T Y L E

Simplistic and comfy. Just baggy clothes she can almost swim in or jeans/overalls with a plain T-shirt and baggy jackets. She is not one to get overly fancy or dressed up and would rather avoid any kind of event that involves dolling up or needing make up. She would be more likely to be found getting down and dirty in the mud than primping or preening in heels. It’s one of the things that has not changed even since her high school days. Heck, she even avoided prom for some of that reason but it wasn’t like she had been asked either way, being more of a gangly brace face wallflower back then. While she isn’t one to be girly, she wears the same multiple earrings everyday, clashing outfits or not, they never come out.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• CONFIDENT - She believes in her abilities and who she is as a person. What people see is what they get and she won’t be sorry for that. Yes, she might not admit to faults when they are found but she will roll with the punches and have faith she will come out on top. She has no problem backing others up, being their pillar of strength or trying to boost their own confidence. This is where the more optimistic side of her personality shows and when she tends to encourage others. It’s some of the reason she is not scared to be courageous.
• FIERY - A nicer way of saying Jordan is a complete hothead and kind of a bitch at times. She is quick to snap and get irritable, even more so when people try to tell her what to do. It has always been her weak point when it comes to teamwork, trying to do more and prove herself which makes her jump into bad decisions which bordered on the edge of childish or steps on the toes of her teammates. It wasn’t as bad when she was younger then as it is now, the hurt of the past making it easier to push people away than it is to let them close. She isn’t heartless, she knows when she has crossed a line but sadly, she struggles with knowing when to keep her trap shut, not letting a snarky or rude comment out. She just has a gift of getting under people’s skin. The passionate part of her personality is still there. She is like a bulldog in your corner if she cares about you but it doesn’t mean she won’t still bite at you during certain times before trying to apologize.
• LOYAL - She will never abandon anyone or the things she views as important no matter what. Even if it is something she would rather not do or thinks to be crazy, if the person has her loyalty she will follow to the end of the earth. Hell or high water, she isn’t petty enough to abandon people in their time of need and has her own moral code.

F A C T S

• After her homeschooled senior year, Jordan soon left town entirely as a free spirit. She jumped from job to job in town to town, searching for thrills to live her life to the fullest after witnessing too much death, and a personal near death experience of her own. She has only recently in the last few months returned to Angel Grove to return to her roots after realizing the wild life isn't all it's chalked up to be.
• Despite what her nonchalant attitude would suggest, Jordan was a good student in her youth. She had some dreams and aspirations that were worth the effort to be a high grade student, but after the accident she put them more and more to the wayside. When college came around to possibly continue to better herself and her future, she rejected the concept, deciding life was too short to spend time doing anything that couldn’t fully be enjoyed. This was probably for the best since she might not have been able to hold a job even with a college degree because in her denial to accept and get help with her trauma, she has created a shield to not let others close enough to have to feel the deep cuts of loss which sadly is directly tied to her temper. She is still working to correct the issue but most likely needs help from her team to face the real problems.
• While cutting most ties to Angel Grove, there are still some friends and even a family member or two that she kept in contact with over the years. She couldn’t fully get over her need to check in and make sure everything and everyone was okay. She is currently trying to find a more permanent job in her old hometown so she can get an apartment instead of having friends put her up or couch hopping as they say. Her uncle has offered to help out but she is stubbornly trying to make her own way and not be a complete freeloader but she hasn’t had much luck.

R A N G E R

Why is Jordan a good fit with the Rangers? She is a straight shot and will own the bleak points no one wants to hear before trying to find a solution to the problem. Her confidence, determination, and loyalty make her a fierce force to be reckoned with as she won’t know when to quit, always coming back for more no matter the punishment in doing so might be.

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

@rocketrobie2

Pssst, I forgot to say it the other day but good to see ya again Rocket :3

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

@LG

Finally was able to get the profile in. Sorry for the delay!

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

@LG

For reals!

Power Rangers: Crystalizers

I now have power again so I’ll get everything updated and sent ASAP!

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

_{location: Pasithea’s home
interactions: Isabel, Aphrodite, Pasithea
mentions: Psyche, Eros, Anubis@metanoia}

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FLASHBACK

“I-I need to go too!”

“Don’t.. Eros! Wait!”

Isabel stood with her back against the wall, out of sight of everyone, as she eavesdropped on the love birds. At first, it was to satiate her guilty pleasure. Instead, her veins froze over. What was it that she said that made Eros suddenly flee? What happened? And why did she feel sad that whatever moment they had just a second ago had now crumbled away. Obviously, it was her fault. And there was nothing she could do to help Psyche. Again she felt useless. Worse than useless. She didn’t mind hurting people if it was with a purpose. That’s what her father had taught her. Yet now she had hurt – indirectly perhaps – Psyche at the very least.

She swallowed that guilt down as much as she could. It wasn’t the first time this sort of stuff happened. Maybe she was cursed by her brother? That thought felt cathartically comfortable. She let out a long drawn sigh and then stepped forward looking at least for Pasithea, whom she faintly remembered having taken her gun.

Aphrodite watched the drama unfold as the two past paramours rushed out the front door, a tinge of a smirk playing on her lips as she took a sip of tea. She didn’t want her son to suffer but it made her a bit proud to see his choices taking him in the right direction. She didn’t really have time to bother with their messy relationship though before the thought that her son abandoned her caused a bit of a frown. Now what was she supposed to do? She could call one of her other children but she was still hoping to give them a bit of a surprise. She hadn’t planned to stick around here either and Pasithea had been more than accommodating. This day was not going at all as planned and she was still worried about Ares safety as things kept being delayed. He was strong and could take care of himself but it didn’t stop her worry, not when it was the second of her family to be missing.

”Ah, there you are! How are you feeling, dear? Any better? I hope your sweet brother introduced himself before rushing away. Come, sit, tell me what your next steps are in finding your father.”

“I nearly broke a pot over his head.” Isabel said as she looked around, but she did so with a warm smile of a memory she’d cherish for a very long time. Still, another of her few precious belongings was gone. Her gun was out of sight. What did Pasithea do to it? She opened a cupboard. Nothing. Then the gears in her head turned over. She popped her head out of the cupboard. “Hold up. You speak English!? I wrack my blood deprived brain speaking Greek to you and you speak English!?” Isabel was only mad for a second before she realized some sort of God Divine… thing must’ve happened.

She chuckled at the first comment, shaking her head a bit and feeling fond of the reaction as it reminded her of her darling Deimos. It seemed violence was always a first with their type, not that she minded. Strength and confidence had always been her thing and she was proud that her child embraced it. That soft smile instantly became a childish pout and a bit of cringe in disgust at the unsavory subject of her new language skill. ”I didn’t speak English at that time. Now I do and I would rather not go into the how or why. Just be grateful and thankful that you no longer have to use your non native language., Aphro replied in a bit of a snippy tone as she loudly placed her tea on the provided saucer. ”Just what on earth are you searching for that seems far more important than my direct questions?”

“My gun!” Isabel exclaimed as she dove back into the cupboard. She didn’t feel particularly inclined to push the subject of Aphrodite’s new language skills. Again she rummaged through the cupboard, finding nothing but a suspiciously extensive tea collection. Really who needed this much tea in their lives!? “Where are you?” She said out loud to no one in particular before she realized Aphrodite did not have the faintest idea what a gun was. She popped out of the cupboard again. “It’s a weapon that… fires small arrows very fast.” It was a good enough explanation.

”To know another language, you have to have comprehension of the subject. I know what a gun is even if I don’t know how to use it. We are going to have to have a serious talk about you threatening people with it since I didn’t appreciate the new information that I was being threatened earlier this morning. That being said,”, she paused looking in the direction of the kitchen and calling out to their fine host. ”Pasi!”, waiting for the small woman to peek around the entryway, her gaze set on the dark haired woman still roaming through the cupboards. ”Isabel is looking for her weapon. Could you please return said item?”

”D-Do I have to? As much as I admire and care for you Aphrodite…some of your children are not able to resist the urge of weapons….I would rather not be shot today.”

”Don’t be silly my lilywhite! Isabel isn’t one of mine and my children are simply misunderstood angels. They know better than to hurt you. Far too delicate for such greetings and rivalries.”

”Debatable…”

Aphrodite’s amusement paused, a serious look locked on the goddess of relaxation. ”Pasi…I am no longer asking. Return the firearm.”

Pasithea wearily looked between her two guests before biting her bottom lip before heading to the freezer, fishing it out of the back before returning to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. ”There…happy?”, she asked while nervously rubbing her arm and sitting as far away from the other two as possible. This has been a drama fueled morning and she was ready for it to stop. Her heart already went out to Psyche who she knew chasing after would be impossible while watching over these two. Eros really was a moron but she understood the fears when love was involved. It’s why most had been afraid of Eros in the past. Why he didn't see that most would kill to have such a dedicated partner was beyond her. She thought if anyone would still be together it was those two. It made her wonder what luck the rest of them had.

“You put it in the freezer!?” Isabel exclaimed as she rushed over (as much as she could without exerting her wounded leg) to the coffee table. She grabbed the piece and looked at Pasithea. In that moment she wanted to aim it at the goddess and pull the trigger. How dare she put her father’s gift in such a horrible place! “Are you insane? You might have broken it!” She exclaimed again. It had to be checked immediately.

She could’ve taken a breath, put the gun down on a piece of cloth and disassembled it. Surely Pasithea would have a tooth brush she didn’t need anymore (and frankly Isabel would’ve just taken hers if she refused). It would take about fifteen minutes to check if the gun was alright. Or…

With a press of a button and a flick of her wrist the magazine flew through the living for a second before Isabel caught it with practiced precision. She pulled back the slide, sending the chambered bullet flying before she caught that one between her two fingers. With her thumb she flipped off the safety as she aimed at a nearby window and pulled the trigger.

Click

Isabel let out a sigh of relief. The firing mechanism wasn’t frozen over yet. Then her ire could truly shine through at Pasithea. “Don’t ever put my gun in there again!” She yelled. There was real anger in her voice now. “Ever!” She snapped again.

The bullet she put back in the magazine, she turned the safety on again, put the magazine back and chambered a round before she put it away in her pocket. The outburst had somewhat cooled her a bit. She sat down in front of Aphrodite then. “I don’t really know where to go next.” She admitted. “I went to his hotel room cause I got a message saying that he was either taken or dead.” She left out most of the other stuff the pre-recorded message had said. About how he was proud of her. She couldn’t believe that. Not right now when she was so wounded and useless.

Ares wondered why she stayed away from him and his spawn, this over the top reaction was exactly why. She already flinched at being called insane since olympus forbid she could care less about a weapon but the extra threats in her own home made her extremely uncomfortable. She felt nervous and fearful, trying not to have a full blown panic attack and also wanting this woman out of her home. She wanted her far far away from her. She wanted to run away or tell her to leave right now. If she was brave enough for the conflict, she still wouldn’t have for Aphrodite’s sake. It didn’t mean she liked it. Pasithea swiftly got up from the couch, quickly making her way out of the room as any plans to have any relationship with this ungrateful woman were quickly washed away. She had shown her that she was one of the untrustworthy ones, proving again that the loving and more Aphrodite type of children were the easiest to get along with when she had to.

Aphrodite herself frowned, not appreciating the coldness towards Pasithea who clearly had not known better. It showed the sides of Ares that had been a problem here and there with their relationship. It made for loneliness if not careful. She decided to let it go, planning to make it up to the sweet girl later but it was important to think of a way to help Ares. ”Well, when one is looking for something, it is best to retrace your steps. When was the last time you saw your father? Obviously the hotel is the last place I saw him and that didn’t turn up leads. There might be someone that knew where he was going or at least a location of where to start.”

Isabel leaned forward. Her father found her in the hospital. Those two were dangerous. The one that tortured her was particularly vicious. Hathor, she was called? But her father walked out there without problems. Then they went to the shrink. He seemed to at least have a better rapport with her father. “Anubis.” She said while deep in thought. After that things were more blurry. She ran and apparently her father bumped into an old flame. But after that? He was in a hurry as well. Clearly, he had his own troubles as well. What was going on? Did someone get killed? Or had someone disappeared before? He was tracing something for sure.

All of it was too much thinking and too little doing. “We’re going to visit the shrink.” She decided. He would at least be amicable to helping them. Or so she hoped. The doctor’s friend wouldn’t. That was for sure. Isabel rummaged in her pocket, pulled out her keys and tossed them to Aphrodite. “You should go try out the car.” She said. “I still have some things to say to Pasithea.”

That name, it felt like it rang a bell, like a distant memory but she didn’t have time to think on it before she talked about visiting the shrink. That was definitely an…interesting place to start. She wasn’t one to question Ares methods but that seemed a strange place to start on the trail. Why had they seen a shrink? It just caused a bit of a concern. She caught the keys before she even registered that they had been thrown, looking down at her hands and her mind scanning over the thought of the car. She now in theory at least knew what it was and how it operated but doing something and knowing something were two completely different things.

”Alright, Hun. Don’t have to tell me twice.”, she nodded, standing up and heading over to the front door, pausing for a moment as she opened it. ”Word to the wise, Pasithea is a fragile and soft soul but while she is related to Ares…he is not her favorite. She is not one for violence which tends to be a side of those with his blood in their veins. Don’t get me wrong, my children are perfect but not everyone can handle that. Don’t break her. Be careful with your words, Isabel. This one is under my protection.”, Aphrodite’s words were deadly serious as she glanced back at her with a stern look, one that even Deimos might be proud of before that dazzling smile reappeared. ”Don’t be too long!”, she added before making her way out the door and to the elevators.

The mortal didn’t respond but the message was crystal clear. When Aphrodite left she pulled out her gun. It looked unharmed. Only the safety was preventing it from firing now. She put it away again and began to look for Pasithea. The goddess wasn’t too easy to find. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the hallway. Eventually she opened the bedroom door without knocking: “You here Pasithea?”

”W-What do you want?!”, Pasithea asked with a clear fear stricken voice, scrambling off her bed on the side as far away from Isabel as possible. She had heard the front door close, she had thought they had finally left but now she was in a panic having to be alone with his child. Why would Aphrodite leave her? Sure, she tried to be pleasant with the children they had but she hated being alone with them. This one wasn’t even Aphrodite’s child so she had no idea what she was dealing with and instantly thought the worst after a moment ago.

Isabel let out a small smile when she saw the goddess. She took a deep breath, took out her gun, and put it on a table, hiding it behind a vase from Pasithea. The smile turned sheepish, then a little worried. “I just wanted-” She said, then stopped. ”Nobody ever-” She stopped again. ”You’re the first to-” Again she stopped. Frustration was growing. None of the things she wanted to say came out right. It all sounded too selfish, too pathetic, or too fragile. She tried again. “I didn’t-” Stop again. Frustration grew. “You’re very-” Stop again. This was getting too hard. Shooting, putting up the act in court, that all came naturally. Speaking like this in a perfect way was impossible.

So she snapped. “You’re the first of my family to help me!” She blurted out extremely fast, fearful she might swallow up the words again. Then she pressed her lips together. This was unfamiliar territory. It made her fearful. What if the goddess snapped back, throwing her words back with venom? After all, Isabel had snapped at her first and hadn’t been very kind herself. “And… I just wanted to say… thank you.” Every word was dripping with uncertainty and it was horrible. So she quickly added: “Even if you did it only for Aphrodite.” That made sense to Isabel in the moment. Of course, she did it for another goddess, not for her. The stitches, the rest, it was a favor to the goddess of love. Not to her.

Pasi felt fear, panic, and confusion which only grew with each failed attempt at speech from the other woman across from her. She gripped the bottom of her shirt nervously, just waiting for Isabel to say what she needed to say which would make her leave sooner. When she snapped, she flinched but slowly took in the words that were said with complete shock. Well, somewhat shocked since she didn’t know all of who Isabel had met yet but it felt weird to be thanked. Actually, it might be one of the first times someone of the Ares bloodline had thanked her for anything. It kinda felt wrong. No, scratch that, it felt really wrong. So much so she really didn’t know how to react and what to say at first. She probably looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing her mouth. ”Y-You’re welcome…”, Pasi started, biting her lip and shuffling her feet a bit as she nervously went back to twisting her shirt. ”F-For the r-record…it w-wasn’t just Aphro. I-I mean, it’s a big part b-but what kind of relaxation goddess would I be i-if I didn’t help someone through a s-stressful time.”

This felt… nice to Isabel. It was very unfamiliar but not necessarily bad. “Maybe… I could come back someday?” She sheepishly said. Then she caught the sight of the gun in the corner of her eye. It was hidden from Pasithea but Isabel could feel its stare. This was nice but unearned. She wished dearly she could stop and get to know Pasithea better but her father was still out there. So she took a deep breath, pushing down all these feelings of happiness and kindness. This was not the time for this.

“After I’m done.” She added as she reached and grabbed the gun. Its steel was cold and uncaring to her touch. Her entire demeanor had shifted again as she raised it up and looked at it. She could not stop now. “First, I have a few things to do.” She put the gun back into her pocket and turned towards Pasithea again. Somehow she stood a bit taller now and looked a lot more confident again. “Thanks for stitching me up. I can keep going now. I hope I get to see you again.” With that said she left the goddess of relaxation.

Delbrook Academy Senior Year

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She wandered through the festivities only pausing here and there to check out some of the booths along the main strip, taking in the sights with a dazzling smile painted on her lips, finally cheering up after the morning from hell. To say she was surprised was an understatement. Sure, she had listened to what to expect but when you hear school carnival, this was hardly what she had in mind. She thought they had just been exaggerating to make it sound more inviting. This all really was a whimsical rush of fun, adding to the enjoyment of her return to public education and helped relieve the building doubt that perhaps she had made the wrong choice. It was honestly just the pick-me-up she needed today between her mothers continuous threatening or insulting texts and the fact she had completely missed her homeroom class between convincing one asshat guard she was a new student, getting the needed lists, schedules, ID, locker assignment and map from the front office. Charlotte had barely made it to the assembly in time, sneaking in with the last of the crowd to the fairly boring event. If she had known assemblies were such a snore-fest she might have just skipped out and pretended to be lost if caught but at least a set of headphones plus her music had been the saving grace.

The moment she hit the field though, the music had instantly been abandoned to her pocket, a bubble of excitement growing the more she explored with vigor and hoped to see anyone she recognized. While she hadn’t been able to personally see her friends in years, she had done her best to use technology and message when she could to keep in touch. They kept up their daily lives here and there or the important moments as much as possible with the wall and distance her mother had forced her to create in the unapproval of her chosen friends. Charlotte had actually worked extremely hard to surprise them that she would be here for the year. The media had been so focused on other aspects of her family lately, she had been able to avoid this little venture relatively easily. She hadn’t had any luck so far in reuniting but she kept on the positive, figuring it would only be a matter of time. Her phone chimed once again, a wave of exhaustion hitting her as she gently rolled her eyes as she thought sarcastically, ‘Oh, I wonder who on earth could that be?’, before digging her phone out of her pocket.

A sense of dread still hit her and it felt like rocks were sinking into her stomach as she looked at the title name of who had texted. It wasn’t much of a surprise but it still made her shake a bit in fear as well as anger as she gathered up the courage to at least look at the new text that had followed a string of others sent that morning. Charlotte glared, quickly hitting delete on the message chain before turning it on do not disturb and jamming her phone back into her pocket. She did not need to get in trouble with the constant texts on her first day so better to take care of the issue now while she could still use her phone. She also wasn’t going to dignify an answer to such a stupid question presented in said text. Her mother was clearly still in her own world and thought she had done nothing wrong to her daughter growing up, that she was just being hard on her to encourage her to be her best self. Yeah fucking right! That was definitely not how it was in everyone else’s eyes. Crazy bitch was just lucky that all she wanted to do was wash her hands of it all instead of going to the police or the media.

Charlotte wanted to text back a snippy reply, to tell her that her decision wasn’t a fucking act and that she was simply done being the woman’s whipping post but that would just make it worse. She would never see reason and a reply would just give her more ammo or worse, think she had won in some way by dragging out a reply. She didn’t need the headache which a conversation would absolutely bring. She took a deep breath, instead of letting the woman get to her, she decided to think of what fun and distracting thing to do next. Her stomach suddenly gave a harsh growl, reminding her of the lack of breakfast in her nervousness and dash to school. She felt a blush light on her face as not only the noise but feeling silly that she hadn’t thought of food first since that was literally the best part of a carnival. It took a bit of shuffling through the crowd but finally she saw the most beautiful sign around ’Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes’ and she made sure to pop in line pronto, giddy to have found one of her favorite sinful treats. ”Finally! Glad they had one…”, she muttered to herself, the smell making her mouth water. Charlotte glanced at the menu while she waited and raised a brow in curiosity at deep-fried Oreos. ’Huh, maybe I’ll get one to try. I do like sweets after all and how bad can it be?’, she thought to herself, her mind already made up on the other items. Honestly, who didn’t love a funnel cake piled with fresh strawberries and lemonade was always the best combo with anything strawberry.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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U n i n v i t e d
U n i n v i t e d

_{location: Hathor’s Home
interactions: Hathor | Ra
mentions: Tlaz@KZOMBI3}

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Hathor slowly shifted under the covers, something pulling her away from the tempting calls to fall back into sleep's peaceful embrace. She sat up slowly, the silken sheet and blankets pooling into her lap as she rubbed down her face with her hands, trying to remove the edge of slumber still present. She glanced out the window, practically wanting to groan in distaste as the first few rays of sunlight spilled in through her opened window. She cursed herself for not drawing the curtains closed, depriving herself of some much needed sleep after the rollercoaster that was the day before. It seemed she still rose with the sun now and then which was frustrating considering the occupation she had chosen but old habits die hard. Flinging the blankets aside, she stood up with a small stretch and made her way over to the window, fully prepared to shut the curtains before crawling into bed and hoping she was able to fall asleep quickly. That was until she heard something from downstairs. She paused for a moment, listening carefully to see if she heard another noise or if it was her imagination from the early hours mixed with lack of sleep.

At the confirmation that she heard footsteps and other noises drifting from downstairs, she moved more quietly, as if a panther on the prowl. Her footsteps were silent, careful and precise as she made her way carefully down the stairs. Whoever had dared to enter her home uninvited or was trying to steal from her had made a fatal mistake. She was not one to be trifled with and didn’t take kindly to those that disrespected her or her home. Hathor stealthily made her way to the kitchen, ready to grab a knife from the block to at least put fear into the mortal that had invaded her space but paused as she saw cleaned dishes on the drying rack, ones she knew for a fact hadn’t been used. It was then that she took a moment to realize that her kitchen smelled like breakfast, like someone had just been cooking not long ago. She swiftly grabbed the largest knife from the block, making her way slowly to the dining room when she found herself simply staring in shock. The mess and destruction of the dining room had been made spotless as if it had never occurred in the first place. The smashed dining room table, now was pristine and covered with different delicacies on serving trays but the thing that had her the most shocked, the reason why the knife in her hand clattered loudly to the floor due to her shaking, was the god sitting at the end of the table. Waiting for her as if he had been there all along.

”What are you doing here? How did you get in?”, Hathor asked seriously, trying to hold back a flood of rage at seeing him here. How dare he come into her home as if he was welcome?! She hated that buried with all the pain and hatred, she still felt that moment of her heart racing at seeing his face. That feeling that mortals called never forgetting your first love no matter the ending or how you parted ways. It made her sick. It made her angry. It made her feel weak. He had created her to be his wife and now, she desperately wished he hadn’t. She wanted no connection. She didn’t want any of the good times they had. She didn’t need a memory lane. Hathor officially wanted nothing from him and yet, here he was for some reason. She had had a peaceful existence without him and now he was back. Things never went well when it came to him in her life.

“I wanted to see you.” Ra said, in response to both of her questions, with a welcoming smile as he stood up. He was seated at the head of the new table. His suit jacket was neatly folded over the chair on the left of him. There was love in his eyes. A possessive love. “Please, sit.” He motioned with one hand to the chair on a 90° angle to the right of his. The only other spot on the table that was prepared with a plate. He remained standing as he held her gaze. It might have sounded like a request but it wasn’t.

An unpleasant shiver ran down her spine at his answer even with the welcoming smile attached to it, the lack of answer to the second question not going unnoticed. It really made her wonder how much she let him get away with things like this or if she had even noticed when she had been desperately in love. Her knees used to get weak with just that simple smile and she would have done anything to see it. Now, something told her to run but her feet wouldn’t move. She felt frozen under the weight of his gaze. Once the words were spoken, she knew very clearly that he wasn’t requesting…it was a demand. Hathor stood debating, wondering how much hassle it would be to ignore his order and simply walked away. Instead, she chose halfway in between, testing the waters and seeing what mood of his she was dealing with. ”And if I refuse?”, Hath questioned with a raise of her brow, holding his gaze from where she stood just as he was holding hers. She wasn’t going to appear weak. He had made her to be a queen so she would act like it, worry about how much this might crumble her later.

Ra’s smile faded. It was replaced by nothing. A neutrality. Underneath all of that something was simmering though. His authority was questioned to his face. He walked around the table. Without looking he pulled the chair designated for Hathor from under the table sideways. “Please don’t be difficult.” He said as he locked eyes with Hathor and brushed her hair behind her ear with one hand. He turned, and with one hand on the small of her back he ushered her forward towards the chair. “Let’s just enjoy each other’s company on this fine dawn.” His smile was there again. Still, with that simmering heat underneath.

Her hands balled into fists, the urge to slap the god before her increasing the more he casually touched her as if she would be alright with it. She doubted he cared what she thought or felt though as long as he had his way. It had taken her a long time to figure those points about his personality out. She didn’t speak a word after her question, nor did she grace him with a smile in return as she moved with his usher, simply to keep the peace for now. Hath took a seat, staring at the plate before her, irked that he still knew her favorites and was hoping to have at least one thing to pick at instead it was perfect in a frustrating way. At least eating would mean she wouldn’t have to talk so that was at least a positive. She had no idea why he had decided her company was worth wild and hoped that he lost interest quickly or maybe that Isis would appear and turn his head once again, keeping his attention off of her.

A cheeriness returned to Ra as he took his own seat up again. Hathor had listened to him. All was once more good in his world. And because it was good in his world, it was good in the world. “You look radiant this morning, my dear.” He said as he took a champagne flute. “I’m sorry it took me so long to visit you again. Mortality – even this deceptive form – can be quite the coil.” With his right arm he reached out and gripped Hathor’s hand. “So tell me, how have you been?”

Hathor calmly yanked her hand away, picking up her fork with the same hand to make it seem as though that had been the reason when it clearly was because she was done being played with and trying to be coiled around his finger. It was a game she did not want to be a part of. She took a few bites of her food, trying not to be hurt over the pet names or compliments that she believed were not meant or if they were, it was to inflate his ego in view of his creation. ”No apologies needed. I have been quite content without your visits. In fact, next time a longer extended period of absence might do us a world of good.”, she stated honestly, jamming her fork a few times into the food for her next bite. ”I do think it is an interesting coincidence though that you have not visited in all this time and chose to do so after two dead immortals appear.”

“It did made me realize I missed you.” Ra said as he swirled the flute of champagne with a melancholic and introspective look. “And it makes me sad to see you seem to claim you didn’t.” He followed up and then look at Hathor with a look hinting at sadness piercing through the mask. Then it faded again.

“Oh my. It would seem that I made a mistake then by not engaging Hera’s invitation. Who died? I hope not one of ours.” He said with a tone of surprise and almost shock as he leaned back in his chair. The acquisition was left ignored.

She felt a pang of regret for a split second at the melancholy expression before she had to dive deep to brush it off, not let herself be sucked in and remind herself that nothing and no one really hurt Ra or his feelings. The last thing she needed was him trying to play husband once more since she was already having a taste of it this morning and needed none extra or even a chance she might cave in. She was already debating on if she should move or get new locks on the doors. It helped her mind and nerves when he switched subjects, the god not knowing something was doubtful. He always seemed to have a way of knowing everything. Another avoided question or hint which made her all the more on edge. ”Fortunately, no, the Egyptians are safe for now.”, she answered, taking a sip of her own flute and ignoring the question over which the victims had been. The less ammo he had in case he really didn’t know the better.

“Hathor. Look at me.” Ra said with a sudden sternness in his voice. There was an intensity in his eyes again. “Who died?” He then asked, with the same steely, cold, stern voice that he used to draw her attention. He had been indulging her little rebellions. It kept him engaged and her interesting. After all, that is how he made her. Apparently though, she had difficulty understanding when to cease playing games. “Who died? Tell me their names.”

She flinched slightly at the sudden stern tone, accidently jerking to look at him before even realizing she had done so but inwardly cursed when she had complied to his request out of shock in the sudden change. Hathor frowned, shrugging as she looked away and staring at her plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world. ”Just two of the Greeks. How am I supposed to know who? I don’t really run in their circles.”, she snapped irritatedly. It wasn’t technically a lie, there were little Greeks that she was close to and one of the dead she hadn’t exactly known in any way and she technically hadn’t known one was a god and thus hadn’t known his name until after the parting. He couldn’t expect her to know or care but it didn’t mean that he might not push harder. She was regretting bringing up the subject at all. She decided to change tactics and looked straight at him before glancing to the glass windows the dining room overlooked, ”Are you going to ruin our breakfast and this fine morning with such unpleasant topics?”

“No. No, of course I would not.” Ra said. The comfortable, cheery demeanor returned as he leaned back again. “But you insist on it, it would seem.” He continued a she swirled the champagne again. “You’re not a bad liar, my dear. That would make you boring. However, I did make you. I know you better than you know yourself. And I know you’re lying.” Then he took a sip of the sparkling wine. For a second he was quiet. Ra was pondering over something deeply.

“So why did you lie, my dearest? It’s okay. You can tell me. I’m not angry, but I am disappointed.”

Hathor had to use every ounce of her composer not to look at the god next to her with disgust at basically saying he knew her better because he created her. A mother created a child and that didn’t mean she knew them better but no, there was no point in making an argument. She had to remind herself that she was different than before and he continued to refuse to see that. Hurtful or not, she couldn’t let him get to her. For the first time since his arrival she gave him a dazzling smile and sweetly replied, ”Wouldn’t be the first time you were disappointed in me. I thought you would be used to it by now.”

“Ah quite the contrary my love.” He returned with a more contained smile. “I keep you in high regard. In the second highest regards of all, actually. I’ll never cease holding you to my highest expectations. Even when you fall short.”

“It is a tragic affair though. For a divine to leave my realm so absolutely. Zagreus and Macaria will be sorely missed.” Again he took a sip from the flute and pondered it. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, took a short look at it and put the glass flute down on the table. “My apologies. Duties call me away. This was enjoyable though. I look forward to our next breakfast.”

Hathor turned away from him as he spoke, finishing off her flute of champagne and trying not to pout or show her pure irritation. She wished he would hold her in less regard, actually just completely erase her from his radar and dub her a lost cause. He had no trouble disregarding and discarding her for Isis, why not return to that thought mentality. It took every fiber of her being not to crush the glass in her hand, as he proved her thoughts correct that he already knew the names and was toying with her. It was to show that she would bend to him and be the proper supportive wife that did as asked. She could have thanked the other person on the end of his phone for stopping her from opening her mouth with a snide comment and if she had known who they were, she might have kissed them for pulling the god away from her. The flood of happiness and relief was short lived however with the declaration of looking forward to their next breakfast. Hath felt shaky, trying to hold back a panic attack at the prospect of his random arrival again and having to endure conversation in what was supposed to be her safe space. She chose to stay silent, praying he would just get up and leave. She was at her limit of being civil and not resulting to violence which would probably ultimately not end well for her since it was still hard to rise against the one she had been partly designed to protect.

Ra got up and threw his suit jacket over his shoulders. Again he let the silence reign in the room, though he seemed utterly oblivious – or uncaring – to the tension in the room. At least, that was until he was about to walk around the table towards Hathor’s door.

He stopped behind her chair and put both his hands on her shoulders. “One last thing, my love. I know I’ve been absent for a very long time and that your heart will always yearn for someone. You don’t have to wait for me all this time. You can find someone to warm your bed with during these cold and otherwise lonely nights.” Then he leaned forward to whisper in her ear: “But always remember whose you are.” He leaned further forward, and gave her soft kiss on her cheek before whispering one last thing: “I love you, Hathor.” After that he took his leave.

She sat perfectly tense under his hands, stiff and still as the panic began to swell and her skin felt like it was crawling. She wasn’t sure how she had ever relished and wished for his presence or touch in the past because right now she felt like a trapped animal, to be viewed and admired but still broken in a cage. His ego made him delusional and she wasn’t even sure anyone could set him straight when it came to her. He viewed her as waiting for him but in truth, she had trouble letting people close for fear they were just like him. A falsity under a mask of pleasantness. Of course she wanted to be loved and cared for but this wasn’t love. At least not what others had described to her. This was possession or obsession, maybe both. She didn’t know how long she sat at the table after his departure, the feel of his hands on her shoulders and a kiss on her cheek burning her skin.

Hathor finally let everything from that morning sink in, her breaths shaky and choked as she came back to reality, hugging herself close. She needed to get up, to move, to do something but she couldn’t move just yet other than curling into a ball on the dining chair. Tears spilled down her cheeks, fear and anger swam through her veins as she hated how helpless she felt in this moment. In a blind panic, she rushed to the front door, locking it even though she knew that would do nothing, it was a small bit of comfort. Hath rushed upstairs, snagging her phone and rushing to curl in the corner of her closet as she tried to calm her shaking hands to make a call. She couldn’t think straight, she needed someone she trusted. She couldn’t be alone. She would self-destruct as she always did and let Ra’s words eat at her. She needed someone who would be on her side. It was early but she prayed the other would answer all the same.

”T-Tlaz, I need you to come over! Please! I can’t be alone here. He was here…I..please..please hurry.” she cried in a panic, words flying and jumbling, not sure if half she said was understandable or even if she had given the other goddess a chance to talk or just talked over her.