After-hours

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After this and this.

Heru.

It had been a long time since they had been in any way together, down this wheel of controlled and uncontrolled births and deaths and lives and deeds. And it had been even longer since he'd looked at her with his eyes. Since any of them had.

But he was back now. Truly back. And while she didn't know yet how or why he was so... it meant that he would stay around, no matter what, and she was glad about that part.

And yet... the conversation with Set had worried her for Heru, somewhat. Their conflict was of very long standing; so was Heru's position on top of things. Trying to somewhat change both? For the lord of order? Seemed strange. And why now?

And then there was the fact that he was staying close to her. Close enough for her senses to brush past him, the familiar presence warming and dear; and yet... not approaching to talk to her much. It was another reason for curiosity. And possibly concern.

So it was that when she sensed his return nearby, she wrapped up what she was doing (preliminary talks about her starting her doctorate in Linguistics...) and wandered. In the general direction of the heart of his Presence. She didn't even know if he was visible now or not - but she approached anyway. More opening herself to him than actively calling him.

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Heru wasn't sure why these things matter so much. He frowned a little, before shaking his head some and turning them into a building. The attendant started toward them, but a simple wave of Heru's hand had the man falling to the floor dumbly.

"She was a part of me." He stated flatly, with a sour, bitter taste in his mouth. It was like discussing a prison that had, had you chained. It was an unwelcome topic.

Still, he hit the button that would take them up, "there will be nurses, I will see to them."

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Hathor just nodded now. No more questions.

The other presence of him... This close, she could feel it was growing frantic. Frenetic. Straining, fighting, but not moving at all. They were coming closer to it, but it wasn't approaching back, nor trying to escape.

While the presence to her side...

Heru wanted away from here. Right now. This, she had enough juice in her to be able to tell.

No, no more questions. Instead, she wrapped both arms around his, and murmured, "we'll just find it and get out of here. And figure things out later. We'll be away in no time at all."

Because it wasn't like him to be impatient. Nor to evade giving information about the order of things. But then, while it was him... she was vividly aware that it wasn't all of him. And limited and mortal as she currently was... She was there. And wasn't leaving his side now.

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Horus closed his eyes for a moment, as the lift opened and they stepped on. He seemed...uncomfortable, with sweat beading slowly on his brow. A hard frown on his lips, he hit the floor button and scowled a little at the doors as they closed.

"Indeed, we shall." He murmured in returned, fingers curling around her arm as shifted and held his head a little higher.

The ride up to the condo was not so long, and as soon as the doors opened, the two nurses that lived in the apartment with Akana turned to look at them oddly...and then promptly fell over.

"The master bedroom," he murmured, eyes narrowing as he gritted his teeth. "A book...and old on....about the history of her family." He tried to push forward without concern, though his eyes narrowed and teeth ground together. The other presence seemed to come more to life, then, latching on...pulling.

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No no no no no this wasn't right. In fact, it was as not-right as something like this could possibly happen.

Hathor was not one to work elaborate magic - she had power, but her domain had always been in the joyful, in the beautiful, in that which worked with what was there and improved it - moods, well-being, heart... soul. But she was but the one to welcome souls, not the ones responsible for them, more of a messenger, that way, than the artisan (Inpu--) - and all she had was instinct. (Not to mention how very, very limited her powers were, inside this mortal body.)

She could but anchor herself into her own vessel, and embrace Heru's essence as firmly as she could, the way her arms went around his body - before it slackened enough to slide to the floor. She had no leverage to pull back, especially not against the will with which the other presence... the other part of him was fighting to be reunited. But it was not leaving it's own anchor. It was trying to pull the living Heru in with it, and that, that did not bode well.

So she retreated. Physically. Step by step, back to the elevator, supporting his weight as best as she could.

She might not been adept to the deepest, strongest mysteries. But she was not ignorant. She knew there was a soul there who was close to needing to be greeted on the other side, and had been teetering on the brink of that for a long time. (Years? Now Heru's comments about her sleeping made more sense.)

If she left him there too long, and they merged, still stuck in that dying body... Perchance it would be what pushed that woman... Akana. Over the brink. (And if Heru died... No, that would not be good. Not with the way they were scattered, limited.)

So she tried to remove who had come with her from the physical proximity of the rest of him. This... this latching. It had not started until they had been this close. Perhaps it would untangle when they were further away again.

And the spell... if this worked, she would somehow come back for it. She could not stay to find it now. At least she didn't judge she could.

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He felt weak as she helped him away, he felt as if something was trying to cling to his hands and feet...pulling at him with every ounce and fiber it had to pull with.

"The spell," he said softly, wishing nothing more than to forget the existence of this place. Wish that neither he nor Hathor would need set foot in it once more. "We must get the spell...."

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"I'll get the spell, my Heru. I will get it and it will be in your hands before the morning. But please... you can get trapped there. There is no danger for me here, but there is for you, such as I cannot unravel." Soothing, coaxing voice. Talking more for using that voice as another anchor rather than persuasion, since his body... for all his words beckoned, his body was not fighting her with any sort of organization or concentrated will. Pulled back, perhaps. But not of his conscious volition.

Hathor's mind was planning. Down the elevator. Out the lobby. Call a taxi. Take him... Fastest, where he could rest without his mind crowded by unknowing strangers while she was away - at her mother's place. Then return quickly, hopefully before what he had done to the people who could hinder them was still in effect; otherwise... she'd come up with something.

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He fell against her completely as the doors to the elevator opened and she pulled him in. His eyes fluttering, and rolling back. If it were possible for a god to grow cold and pale, Hathor would surely be witness to it as Heru faded from consciousness. His face screwed up in a sort of pain, and as the power faded from him...the other...

The one she had only begun to feel while in the city suddenly began to grow stronger.