[Horus and Astrate + NPCs] NYC

[har_si_ese]

Returning from Egypt, Heru hardly bothered to change his clothing as he pushed into his home in the Upper West Side. The beauty about living to high and isolated even in the city was no mortal was about to notice his sudden comings and goings, or the clothing he chose to wear.. It made him feel less...sullied by them. Even if he had reason enough, from his childhood, to be thankful to mortal men and women.

Making his way to the kitchen he found a bottle of wine and opened it in a lazy manner, pouring himself a glass. The light fabric of his shendyt was smooth against his skin and felt leagues more comfortable than the heavy, restrictive clothing of the mortal world. How Set put up with it daily he'd never understand.

He moved through the penthouse with a calm as he started pulling jewelry off and dropping them casually on tables. It was only when he'd stopped to look at the smudge of kohl on his left eye, the dim paleness staring back at him, did he notice something (or rather someone) that was out of place.

"Your presence is unexpected..."

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[twolionesses]

"Some of us weren't invited to the family reunion." Criminal, really, when you considered that she'd been married to Set for far too many thousands of years. "I really am insulted, you know."

She didn't look insulted, of course. Astarte looked as she always had, like a particularly elegant lioness prowling Heru's penthouse apartment as if she was looking for something to destroy. Perhaps someone to destroy, though, that had always been her favorite game. "Aren't you going to come kiss me hello, darling nephew?"