Antares
[an TAH rez]
✮ sayyida ✮
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ ◅
The bitterness in Sakhmet had always been something of a concern for him. He’d watched jealousy hurt both Sakhmet and Eness in a time the family had only sought celebration and it laid a film of misfortune over the whole event. Atair and Eness had each other, but there was a significant chunk take out of them like some sort of tax the universe wished to take for the ‘blessing’ of a soul-match.
The comment Sakhmet makes is a clear exposure to him that there was not an understanding of Eness’ side still, that there was still a lack of recognition that both sides had felt abandoned. Sakhmet because her love had chosen another - Eness because her dearest companion hated her for her heart’s, her soul’s choice. One had been injured out of fate, one had been injured by choice. Both had been wounded by the other.
"None of those involved chose this version of now. Eness had wished you would stay from the beginning and never left here in the whole while that we’d been kept away. We had wished to only share Aminah’s existence with her family, not to be kidnapped and forced to stay behind. The boys and I had only wanted to see our home one more time, not to be incarcerated and abused. Sayyida had only wanted to see her parents, not be so twisted and wrung out by the trip. There is no one - and everyone - to carry the blame."
He says this, but his nose remains extended; his voice is firm and unyielding, but fair regardless of the bias shown to one of his people. "I will return to the family, if that is what you want of me." She extends her nose saying this and he accepts the gesture because it is not him who she had wounded or had wounded her. "I do not want anything of you, Sakhmet, I want things for you. Success, happiness, security... But you may choose to find it with us, if that is what you wish for yourself.
He draws his head back towards himself, heady with the familiar scent of Sakhmet thick in his nose. "My brother has never taken, and he told me he would never take, someone as Sister of Pakhet or Hand of Bastet until you returned to us and told him to his face you didn’t want Eness in your life anymore. I will not object if you wish to take up that mantle or if you wish to be freed of any tie to his household... I am your advocate for as long as you wish to remain your own woman amongst the Sadim."
OF THE EASTERN DUNES OF SALEM
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅