Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

Survey of Sol 3: City of Light

I shake the box experimentally, but hear nothing. I set it down with a sense of unease.

The next artifact fairly jumps out at me, bold silver and blue. I touch it and am immediately drawn in.




The Luxor is quiet. It is never quiet - has never been quiet, not since it was opened, since the shaft of light from the tip of the pyramid first pierced the sky, drawing bats from miles around.

Even the damn bats are quiet.

She is cold, without her jacket. Six gates so far, this journey through the underworld - gates at the pirate ship, at the circus, the castle. Finally the pyramid, glittering with gods the builders never understood and should never have summoned.

Her jacket. Her necklace. Her boots. All her armor. All her tokens of office. She stood before the statue of Anubis, feeling small and cold and so very tired, but knowing that her sister was so close...

She cocked her hip and glared up at the jackal head. "What do *you* want?" she demanded.


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"I'm So Tired of the City" by SweetEvangeline. Acrylic on stretched canvas, 6"x6".

Short post because we broke for lunch, but... this is part of the Inanna-in-Vegas thing I started during June's Wind Tunnel Dreams. Gods help me, I'm going to have to write this.

Quote from Team Venture: "Captain America is such a bottom."

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