silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 5, 2020 15:41:33 GMT
➽ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒs:
Sef + Bilquis
➽ Ｐｌｏｔ :
Two goddesses meet during the disco era, but while one of them is eager to partake in the free love of the times, the other was still finding her own way post-captivity.
➽ Read: Ｏｒｉｇｉｎａｌ Ｐｏｓｔ
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 5, 2020 15:43:00 GMT
Eyes half-drooping, Sef watched the world outside turn darker in a way only familiar to her. She was sailing into that abyss again until B's voice reached out to anchor her back to this reality.
The story the other goddess shared caused her expression to relax as the despair growing in her heart ceased. She leaned forward, spine arching, like a flower seeking heat from the sun.
Sef indeed had not been familiar with this version, nor Aso herself. Was she like Hecate in that respect, an unexpected ally who sympathized with her own plight long ago?
She wanted to ask B a lot of things because--even though it wouldn't distract her from the current ordeal they're about to embark on--she at least can learn more about other women in difficult situations; and how they came out stronger in the end.
Sef has yet to believe she was the same. Maybe someday, when she's finally become kinder to herself than the world had been.
"And this girl you spoke of, the one you kept safe," she inquired, "Why isn't she with you? You said you have kept her from the sight of man. Is there a particular reason why?"
Sef wasn't convinced that B understands that confinement--no matter the good intentions behind it--still wounds.
"I hope you let her go out at least," she glumly remarked before setting back down the leather seat.
Once more, the dread enveloped her in its embrace. They were near, nearer than she would like but knew had to be. Sef realized she still wore the shawl B gifted her from the night market, and she pulled that around her person more tightly.
"Just another mile," she told the other goddess. "I don't know where she wants us to go..." She meant Lee-lee, the recently deceased, whose body may rest with the undertaker, but not the soul.
"...but she wants us to promise something. She wants us to promise we won't shame her."
Her eyes prickled with fresh tears, tears she wiped quickly before they flow.
"She really wanted to look nice when she meets us later. And she's so sorry that she can't."
These are the words of innocence, from a child who still didn't know better; who still clung to normalcy and acted her sweet age.
Meanwhile, a strand near Sef's left temple began to turn a silver white. |
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Post by Cuppy on Sept 15, 2020 9:08:29 GMT
Bilquis
What should have been a soothing tale for Sef, one that was supposed to show her that there are powers in the world who still fight for the right thing, who protect those that can’t protect themselves, now just turned into more questions, and from the sound of it, a bit more despair for her new friend.
“I said I kept her from the sight of man, and I meant that literally. Ahmes was free to go wherever she wanted, but not a male human nor god was able to lay eyes on her. Such was her wish. All the male onlooker could see was a silvery light as of the moon, and so Ahmes could slip past them when she needed to, or walk right beside them if she wanted to. However, in her long life she made many a friend, all female in nature, as was her wish. Her friends, her confidantes, her lovers all were female. Veiled from the male gaze, she led a happy life and died at old age in the arms of her lover.”
Bilquis is looking in the rear mirror to see how Sef would take that tale. Would the prospect of such a hiding be calming her despair a bit, or would she still see it as imprisonment?
“And tell the girl that the Gods do not care about looks, but only for the heart and the soul where the worship lies.”
It is a common but misled belief that if the body gets abased, then this would reflect on the soul. Many feel defiled and worth less afterwards, and this only heightens the pain. But this is not so, as the soul is protected by spirits that violators can’t reach.
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 15, 2020 10:09:20 GMT
She was glad that B put her suspicions to rest once she elaborated further that her friend had made the choice to stay hidden from the sight of man--in a literal sense and not merely figurative.
"Oh," she remarked, "I suppose she had a great life then. I'm pleased to hear some of us have gotten to that place of peace and companionship."
Sef blinked in surprise at first but her expression turned almost shy as her cheeks flushed. To be only seen and known by your own sex for the rest of your existence, never to come across a man again unless it was on your terms, and even then they wouldn't have to look upon you and act on their dirty thoughts?
It sounded like a version of paradise she could see herself submitting to. Yes, it did sound enticing. Women are kinder and gentler in nature. They keep an open mind and at times even nurture those who are weaker than them.
But in her family circle, she's experienced a handful of bullies in her female relatives too. Those weren't enough to sour her opinion about other women, however, since they were still forgivable offenses unlike the wounds she suffered from the men.
"I only ever interact with men on a professional basis such as the landlord in my apartment complex. He's an elderly man who has a daughter of his own. And then there's the grocer I purchase items from. Sometimes working-class men would come and go in the apartment, like a plumber or electrician. I talk to them only when I have to. That's about it."
It wasn't like Sef loathed men; she was just distrustful of their motives which were usually motivated by avarice, this lust for power, violence and domination. Scores of them can be terrifying especially when at war with each other.
"I'm afraid I could never be like you in that aspect, who could lay with men and women and think nothing of it. To offer yourself wholly withoutworrying about consequences and captivity."
Sef, in fact, was uninterested in such carnal unions. She has not actively sought it out, even in her loneliest nights.
Her expression changed into something less gloomy when B gave her own reassurance to Lee-lee next.
"You can tell her that yourself," She moved away from her seat to press her forehead against the window facing west. "Because we are here."
There was a clearing in the path towards a thick forestry. B would only have to drive twenty feet more before the van could pass through a bent gate hanging by its own rusted hinges. Winds blew strong, almost howling along with the rustle of leaves.
Sef waited for B to hit the brakes before she pulled the door open and stepped out.
The dirt was solid on her feet but the energies of the earth itself and the surrounding area fluctuated and induced nausea. She guarded herself as she took a few steps forward.
An abandoned mill of some kind appeared once her vision adjusted to the dark. Grime and moss with other unpleasant things clung to its facade. Everything looked rotten and broken. It smelled of decades old neglect, home to secrets that could only thrive like an infestation.
"Lee-lee is in there," Sef turned to B and grabbed onto the woman's arm, "Listen! Can you hear her?"
The silver strand from her temple seemed to grow longer. She plucked it with her free hand. The strand fell to the ground and mutated into a thin small snake, pale as the moon above. It slithered ahead of them, acting as guide. |
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