Thread: An Artifact, A Girl, and a God. |Lagerthas x BlackTalon|

Naari almost choked when the voice sounded, her eyes large. Her head jerked in his direction, breathing hitching as he came through the wall. She could hear the servant scurrying away in fear, fear of Khepri as he entered the room. Though no doubt the servant had no idea why he was so angry, on what she had done until he spoke. The armor shocked her, the sheer appearance of him turning into some fairy tale knight. She knew most of the girls she had grown up with in high school and wanted to be would probably shriek in approval at this. Naari only stiffened unsure if she should faint, run, or stay still. She choose to stay still, watching as the spear disappeared. The platter clanked to the floor as she dropped it, him approaching her. No? Naari was a bit confused, what was so wrong in asking for help? Then again...she could remember as Kebechet had run away in fear telling her not to summon Set like Kuk had wanted her to. This only raised more questions. Then he spoke words that caused her to choke on tears. Pain, regret. She hated those words. Those were the only words that had made her so many mixtures of emotions. Pain, she had felt so much she had become so numb to things she had once enjoyed because of it. She wondered if that had been why her father choose to shoot up heroin then be there for her, was he in that pain to? Still..she had been able to make herself numb, and she regretted many things. Not hugging her grandfather, arguing with him too much after her grandmother's death. Smacking her grandmother when she was in her rebellious stage. She'd take it back, all the terrible things she had done to others, to the ones she had loved. Her head was down, looking at her arms, she ran her hands over them. The memory of the fire, the ball in her hands with fresh wounds still healing. She could remember the burns, how she had acted out when kids had teased her about the scars until her grandparents had paid to get her skin grafted. Still, she could see the scars still where the skin had been grafted. Her middle school teacher had known that was why she had been acting out, and he had given up a portion of his skin for her. She shoulda been grateful, but she did not know how to react. She could still remember the smell of the hospital after the surgery, the teacher coming in hugging her as she had burst into tears. Tears? Naari never really liked crying, and she knew that was because she wasn't sure how to. Every terrible thing she had gone through, this was the only real memory of her grieving the loss of someone she couldn't remember. Naari looked up when he was getting closer, a hand over her mouth she could feel the tears rolling down her face. Instinctively she reached up to brush them away, but he stopped her as he pulled her into a hug. Naari shook as she pushed against his chest trying to push him away as he spoke about the darkness taking. No, she was angry, angry that the preacher had told her that her father would burn in hell. That her best friend in highschool was damned for loving another boy. That her mother was a heathen for not taking care of her in her final days. She was angry, angry at the fact people believed in God. In the fact God had never answered her prayers, had condemned her to a life of pain. S-Stop! Naari ground her teeth as she shoved her fist into his chest, though she knew she was trapped in his arms. You know nothing about light or darkness! Light was the thing that took everything from me! Naari spat on his chest, angered. Angered that all this time she had not believed in Gods, not believed because they had never answered her or anyone she had ever known that needed it. They had ignored her, ignored the ones she loved. Yet, here he was, telling her how the world worked. When all she had ever known was the opposite. Darkness gave me shelter...and you.. you never gave me anything! She pounded against his chest, irate, uncontrollable, all the fury surging through her, all her pent up pain. It took her a few minutes, ten maybe twenty, to finally calm down as she heaved for air. Panic, she tried to breath as she rested against him. Numb, that's how she had wanted to feel her whole life. It had been better than this, then feeling like this, then being angry at everything. So she breathed, trying to push the emotions away, trying to forget as she closed her eyes to sigh.