Mafdet Came First

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

“Well… the offer still stands, parvule.” She continued to rub his back, holding onto him tighter. She could feel the salve working. It was almost healed. “Next time make sure of something before you stab yourself with a medical blade, understand?”

He laughed weakly and nodded, “I wasn’t aware I was doing it.”

Karo gently pulled him away from her enough to frown into his face. “Then when upset, do not go to a room full of dangerous equipment, si?” She pulled him back to her, not ready herself to let go of her fragile friend.

He nodded, “Si…mi dispiace…” He muttered, earnestly embarrassed and looking down at the toes of his shoes.

She patted his back and let him go, taking his left hand again to examine it. Nodding in satisfaction, she laced her fingers with his and smiled at him. “Just try not to do it again, please. Nations might heal fast, but not as fast as my salve, and I might not always be there.”

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

“Well… the offer still stands, parvule.” She continued to rub his back, holding onto him tighter. She could feel the salve working. It was almost healed. “Next time make sure of something before you stab yourself with a medical blade, understand?”

He laughed weakly and nodded, “I wasn’t aware I was doing it.”

Karo gently pulled him away from her enough to frown into his face. “Then when upset, do not go to a room full of dangerous equipment, si?” She pulled him back to her, not ready herself to let go of her fragile friend.

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

feliv:

Karo lightly touched the letters carved into his flesh. Seemed like a great commitment. She caressed his face with her other hand before gently placing a kiss to his forehead. “Parvule…” She pulled him up from his sitting position, pulling him to her in a hug, gently lowering his head into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him. It hurt to hear that, as it hurt him. If it turned out that Elise had been unfaithful, and Feli decided to leave her, she would mention that she could heal that carved name. But she didn’t want the healing to be the cause of the leaving. 

Leaning into her he shook his head, “It smelled bad…he smells like sour milk…I don’t want that on my wife…sour milk and blood…she’s mine, Karo…she’s mine.”

Karo wrinkled her nose at his description of the smell. That did sound awful. “Shh—parvule, maybe it is some kind of misunderstanding. You dedicated yourselves to each other far enough to carve your names in each other’s chests,” which she honestly thought was a little much, “so maybe something happened and somehow this man’s scent ended up on her. I often smell like my co-worker when he smokes his cigars.” She gently rubbed his back. “But if it is not, I will smite her for you.”

He nodded with her words, “That could be it…I tend to overthink, don’t I?” He laughed pitifully, shaking his head and curling up tight to her, “I don’t want her smited…I want her to understand why it hurts…I know I’m an idiot but she’d mine, goddammit.”

“Well… the offer still stands, parvule.” She continued to rub his back, holding onto him tighter. She could feel the salve working. It was almost healed. “Next time make sure of something before you stab yourself with a medical blade, understand?”

feliv:

Karo lightly touched the letters carved into his flesh. Seemed like a great commitment. She caressed his face with her other hand before gently placing a kiss to his forehead. “Parvule…” She pulled him up from his sitting position, pulling him to her in a hug, gently lowering his head into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him. It hurt to hear that, as it hurt him. If it turned out that Elise had been unfaithful, and Feli decided to leave her, she would mention that she could heal that carved name. But she didn’t want the healing to be the cause of the leaving. 

Leaning into her he shook his head, “It smelled bad…he smells like sour milk…I don’t want that on my wife…sour milk and blood…she’s mine, Karo…she’s mine.”

Karo wrinkled her nose at his description of the smell. That did sound awful. “Shh—parvule, maybe it is some kind of misunderstanding. You dedicated yourselves to each other far enough to carve your names in each other’s chests,” which she honestly thought was a little much, “so maybe something happened and somehow this man’s scent ended up on her. I often smell like my co-worker when he smokes his cigars.” She gently rubbed his back. “But if it is not, I will smite her for you.”

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

feliv:

Sitting in his laboratory in the basement blankly he was pressing a scalpel to his left palm, letting the blood run down his arm and land on the rug. Blinking blankly he rocked  back and forth, his mind running too quickly for him to follow. Ever the pessimist he kept coming to the wrong, most painful conclusions, pressing the blade until it went straight through his palm. Not even wincing he stared into the stainless steel of the wall and sighed.

Karo had gone over to see Feli, as she had yet to see pretty much anyone but Cassia since her return. And she missed him. But she would never admit it. Coming down the stairs, Karo scented a familiar smell. Sniffing delicately, she identified it as blood. Why would there be blood?

Walking into his laboratory, Karo took in the sight of Feli pressing a strangely shaped blade into his left palm. It was from this newly-created orifice from which the blood was welling. She walked over quickly, knocking his other hand out of the way, holding up the left one to examine, her brow furrowed. “You know, parvule, stabbing yourself is not the best idea in this life. You could seriously injure yourself.”

He looked up at Karo curiously, having thought the ancient nation was dead. He smiled fondly and leaned into her, his forehead touching her tummy. “I hurt inside.” He admitted, curling up and shaking his head as the blade lay in his palm, “I wanted it…and…why?” He asked, looking up at her, not making any sense. Biting on his lip he held back tears and sniffed.

Taking no care of her clothing, it was dyed with blood anyway, she pulled out the blade, dropping it on the ground and wiping her hand on her shirt. “Shh… It is alright. I am here.” She spoke tenderly, like one would speak to a wounded child. she reached into her pocket, pulling out the healing salve that she kept on herself at all times.

Once again using her shirt, she wiped the blood off his hand, getting a better look at the wound. She stepped closer to him, so that he could have more contact with her body. She dabbed on the salve, smiling slightly in satisfaction as the wound immediately started to scab over. Replacing the salve in her pocket, she tilted the other’s head up to look into his eyes, staring into them with her own hypnotic green. “What is it, parvule? What makes you hurt inside?”

He listened to her calmly, much like having another mother (besides nonna, and the lake which held his mother’s cursed soul). Smelling her clothing he could sense lotus flowers and the calming aroma of chamomile. “My wife smelled like another man when I awoke.” he muttered, shutting his eyes calmly and curling his fingers into her shirt like a child, “She’s MY wife…MINE.” He sniffed, opening his shirt to show where they’d carved each other’s name over the other’s heart and in big letters ‘ELISE’ scared over his heart.

Karo lightly touched the letters carved into his flesh. Seemed like a great commitment. She caressed his face with her other hand before gently placing a kiss to his forehead. “Parvule…” She pulled him up from his sitting position, pulling him to her in a hug, gently lowering his head into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him. It hurt to hear that, as it hurt him. If it turned out that Elise had been unfaithful, and Feli decided to leave her, she would mention that she could heal that carved name. But she didn’t want the healing to be the cause of the leaving. 

[you know what I want to create?

APH Nerdfighteria Island.

Michael Gray Gubler faceclaim.

thoughts?]

feliv:

queenaegyptus:

feliv:

Sitting in his laboratory in the basement blankly he was pressing a scalpel to his left palm, letting the blood run down his arm and land on the rug. Blinking blankly he rocked  back and forth, his mind running too quickly for him to follow. Ever the pessimist he kept coming to the wrong, most painful conclusions, pressing the blade until it went straight through his palm. Not even wincing he stared into the stainless steel of the wall and sighed.

Karo had gone over to see Feli, as she had yet to see pretty much anyone but Cassia since her return. And she missed him. But she would never admit it. Coming down the stairs, Karo scented a familiar smell. Sniffing delicately, she identified it as blood. Why would there be blood?

Walking into his laboratory, Karo took in the sight of Feli pressing a strangely shaped blade into his left palm. It was from this newly-created orifice from which the blood was welling. She walked over quickly, knocking his other hand out of the way, holding up the left one to examine, her brow furrowed. “You know, parvule, stabbing yourself is not the best idea in this life. You could seriously injure yourself.”

He looked up at Karo curiously, having thought the ancient nation was dead. He smiled fondly and leaned into her, his forehead touching her tummy. “I hurt inside.” He admitted, curling up and shaking his head as the blade lay in his palm, “I wanted it…and…why?” He asked, looking up at her, not making any sense. Biting on his lip he held back tears and sniffed.

Taking no care of her clothing, it was dyed with blood anyway, she pulled out the blade, dropping it on the ground and wiping her hand on her shirt. “Shh… It is alright. I am here.” She spoke tenderly, like one would speak to a wounded child. she reached into her pocket, pulling out the healing salve that she kept on herself at all times.

Once again using her shirt, she wiped the blood off his hand, getting a better look at the wound. She stepped closer to him, so that he could have more contact with her body. She dabbed on the salve, smiling slightly in satisfaction as the wound immediately started to scab over. Replacing the salve in her pocket, she tilted the other’s head up to look into his eyes, staring into them with her own hypnotic green. “What is it, parvule? What makes you hurt inside?”

feliv:

Sitting in his laboratory in the basement blankly he was pressing a scalpel to his left palm, letting the blood run down his arm and land on the rug. Blinking blankly he rocked  back and forth, his mind running too quickly for him to follow. Ever the pessimist he kept coming to the wrong, most painful conclusions, pressing the blade until it went straight through his palm. Not even wincing he stared into the stainless steel of the wall and sighed.

Karo had gone over to see Feli, as she had yet to see pretty much anyone but Cassia since her return. And she missed him. But she would never admit it. Coming down the stairs, Karo scented a familiar smell. Sniffing delicately, she identified it as blood. Why would there be blood?

Walking into his laboratory, Karo took in the sight of Feli pressing a strangely shaped blade into his left palm. It was from this newly-created orifice from which the blood was welling. She walked over quickly, knocking his other hand out of the way, holding up the left one to examine, her brow furrowed. “You know, parvule, stabbing yourself is not the best idea in this life. You could seriously injure yourself.”

nonnarome:

queenaegyptus:

nonnarome:

“Well, I did manage to catch the eye of many a more …mature civilization be if from the bloom of womanly hanges doing me favors or making them feel threatened,” Cassia couldn’t help but chuckle a bit fondly, shaking off how soaked she was getting before leaning down to plant a kiss on Karo’s brow. “Ah, I wish him the best of luck if she does emulate myself.”

“If she does, I will be well pleased, my love.” Karo smiled and levered herself up to capture Cassia’s mouth in a slow and sweet kiss. Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around the other and fell backward, dragging the Roman into the water with her. When they both surfaced, Karo trapped Cassia in one of the corners and kissed her again, using her superior height to keep Cassia trapped.

“Is one fiery brunette not enough for you now or are you trying to make me jealous?” She began to laugh before she was quieted with a kiss. The quiet was brief as the slide into the over sized tub (or pool more like) caused her to sputter and laugh before becoming inspired to steal kiss upon kiss, dragged down by her soaked clothing.

“There are never enough fiery brunettes in the world. You are just the one I actually chose to be around.” Karo put her hands on the other’s shoulders and leaned forward, kissing Cassia in a long, drawn out manner. She wrapped her arms around the Roman, snuggling closer.

nonnarome:

“Well, I did manage to catch the eye of many a more …mature civilization be if from the bloom of womanly hanges doing me favors or making them feel threatened,” Cassia couldn’t help but chuckle a bit fondly, shaking off how soaked she was getting before leaning down to plant a kiss on Karo’s brow. “Ah, I wish him the best of luck if she does emulate myself.”

“If she does, I will be well pleased, my love.” Karo smiled and levered herself up to capture Cassia’s mouth in a slow and sweet kiss. Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around the other and fell backward, dragging the Roman into the water with her. When they both surfaced, Karo trapped Cassia in one of the corners and kissed her again, using her superior height to keep Cassia trapped.

bed

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

All the presents for the bambinos are wrapped and under the tree. I don’t really understand this tradition at all though. *looks at all the presents under the random trees in his yard*

Luthando, it is supposed to be one tree, cut evergreen, in your house. It is that tree, in the center of the home, by the hearth, where you place the presents.

That is very specific for a tradition involving a tree.

*shrug* It is how it is done. You are apparently supposed to decorate the evergreen in gaudy dress, and this is supposed to happen with family. To bring people together, or some other such nonsense. 

…when do we sacrifice a goat?

Hmm… *thinks* I do not believe these moderns sacrifice goats anymore. Not, what is it called, mainstream? But I assume an appropriate time would be the night before, to welcome the Jesus into the world.

Jesus? I think I walked past him once. I didn’t even realize who he was.

I’m not surprised. It was the Romans who executed him. It’s from the descendants of his followers that changed the dating system. I felt even older when that happened.

nonnarome:

queenaegyptus:

nonnarome:

Almost tempted to start weaving the tangled locks, she began working systematically at the knots, reaching for conditioner or what was close enough to the such whenever a particularly fearsome knot was encountered. It took a while but Cassia found her rhythm and by the time Karo had popped up for a kiss, about a fourth of the locks were partway to being tamed.

Leaning down for a stolen kiss of her own on the Egyptian’s cheek, she snorted as Karo had not qualms about dripping on her dry clothes. It was just so very like her and for that, she was contented. “Well, Feliciano and Elise were married a couple weeks ago for starters…”

Karo cocked her head and stared at Cassia. “Elise? That bitch who BROKE MY DOOR?” Karo pushed off from the wall of the pool, swimming around it. “I thought he had broken it off! I thought they were done!” Karo came back, launching herself out of the pool and tumbling on top of Cassia, pinning the Roman beneath her naked body. She glared at Cassia, upset.

From what she heard, the two had not been good together, or something. Feli was distressed about it, anyway. And now they were married? “I remember Feli coming to my palace to hide out from her. How did this change so much in just two months?” A more concerned look came over her face. “Is he alright? Is he undamaged?”

Well, that wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. No, it was quite far from it. Then again, Karo had missed quite a bit between the two in the months that she was at least mentally ‘gone’. With a little ‘oof’, she was toppled on, raising a brow at Karo before squeezing her hips in a gesture of reassurance.

“Well, I do not know of the finer details but things do change you very well know. There may have been talking between them or what have you but I was not privy to those details. However, I do know the important bit of Feliciano looking a little, well, healthier.” The squeeze turning into a hug in an attempt to calm the other, she did let on what she knew. “Maria, the teenager, is going through a rebellious stage and growing rapidly.”

Karo grumbled at the attempt to satisfy her. It was so hard to be indignant when Cassia was hugging her. “He does? Well… that is good, at least.”

Karo rolled off Cassia and smirked, sinking once again into the water. “Of course she is rebellious. She must have a little extra Roman in her. I remember you were quite the rambunctious teen yourself, in your day. Running around, causing trouble.” Karo grinned. “And quite the charmingly awkward thing as well, if I recall correctly.”

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

All the presents for the bambinos are wrapped and under the tree. I don’t really understand this tradition at all though. *looks at all the presents under the random trees in his yard*

Luthando, it is supposed to be one tree, cut evergreen, in your house. It is that tree, in the center of the home, by the hearth, where you place the presents.

That is very specific for a tradition involving a tree.

*shrug* It is how it is done. You are apparently supposed to decorate the evergreen in gaudy dress, and this is supposed to happen with family. To bring people together, or some other such nonsense. 

…when do we sacrifice a goat?

Hmm… *thinks* I do not believe these moderns sacrifice goats anymore. Not, what is it called, mainstream? But I assume an appropriate time would be the night before, to welcome the Jesus into the world.

lordofthemediterranean:

queenaegyptus:

lordofthemediterranean:

All the presents for the bambinos are wrapped and under the tree. I don’t really understand this tradition at all though. *looks at all the presents under the random trees in his yard*

Luthando, it is supposed to be one tree, cut evergreen, in your house. It is that tree, in the center of the home, by the hearth, where you place the presents.

That is very specific for a tradition involving a tree.

*shrug* It is how it is done. You are apparently supposed to decorate the evergreen in gaudy dress, and this is supposed to happen with family. To bring people together, or some other such nonsense. 

lordofthemediterranean:

All the presents for the bambinos are wrapped and under the tree. I don’t really understand this tradition at all though. *looks at all the presents under the random trees in his yard*

Luthando, it is supposed to be one tree, cut evergreen, in your house. It is that tree, in the center of the home, by the hearth, where you place the presents.

nonnarome:

Almost tempted to start weaving the tangled locks, she began working systematically at the knots, reaching for conditioner or what was close enough to the such whenever a particularly fearsome knot was encountered. It took a while but Cassia found her rhythm and by the time Karo had popped up for a kiss, about a fourth of the locks were partway to being tamed.

Leaning down for a stolen kiss of her own on the Egyptian’s cheek, she snorted as Karo had not qualms about dripping on her dry clothes. It was just so very like her and for that, she was contented. “Well, Feliciano and Elise were married a couple weeks ago for starters…”

Karo cocked her head and stared at Cassia. “Elise? That bitch who BROKE MY DOOR?” Karo pushed off from the wall of the pool, swimming around it. “I thought he had broken it off! I thought they were done!” Karo came back, launching herself out of the pool and tumbling on top of Cassia, pinning the Roman beneath her naked body. She glared at Cassia, upset.

From what she heard, the two had not been good together, or something. Feli was distressed about it, anyway. And now they were married? “I remember Feli coming to my palace to hide out from her. How did this change so much in just two months?” A more concerned look came over her face. “Is he alright? Is he undamaged?”

kynigos:

queenaegyptus:

kynigos:

“To cut your hair? No,” He frowned. “I got better things to do. If you want it shorter, burn it to the desired length. Problem solved.” Iraklís said with a shrug. 

“Burn hair?  That is an awful idea…” Karo thought about it for a moment. “Though it is the only thing that could possibly work. No mortal tools are able to cut this thing.” She gestured to her hair and sighed. This obviously was not her day.

“There you go.” He nodded. “Burn it off. Good luck.” Iraklís gave back. He was tired and stressed out. The hair problems of an ancient nation weren’t exactly on his priority list. 

Karo looked at him through slitted eyes. He seemed a little short with her, and felt closed off. “Is everything alright Irakli?”

kynigos:

“To cut your hair? No,” He frowned. “I got better things to do. If you want it shorter, burn it to the desired length. Problem solved.” Iraklís said with a shrug. 

“Burn hair?  That is an awful idea…” Karo thought about it for a moment. “Though it is the only thing that could possibly work. No mortal tools are able to cut this thing.” She gestured to her hair and sighed. This obviously was not her day.

kynigos:

queenaegyptus:

kynigos:

“You sure know how to not be an inconvenience.” He commented under his breath and went to get the first aid kit. The case had been opened already today and used as well. It was ironic how at no time it was because of him. He returned and handed her the required utensils. Then he went to search for a pair of scissors.

Karo heard the comment, but chose to ignore it. She wiped the blood away, and got to work stitching herself up. A row of ten even stitches appeared on her arm. She clipped the thread, then put some of the antiseptic on the would, before wrapping it up. “This is utter nonsense,” Karo muttered as she tied the bandage tight, wincing slightly. “Hair shouldn’t be this difficult to cut.”

Iraklís returned with the desired tool. “Try going to a hair cutter?” He supplied as he handed it to her.

Karo shook her head and took the scissors from him. “No. It’s not that they know how to cut hair. It is that their tool are inadequate for my hair. At least, after a growing cycle. My hair is thick, each strand, like the Fates’ Threads of Life. However, cutting my hair does not kill people.” She tried cutting a smaller patch of hair. It didn’t work. “Will you try?”