Another Night
So, for reference, who is our moon knight’s lovely soulmate? Well, none other than you. You are a shy, chubby 22-year-old who works at the New York Public Library. A gentle, kind, creative and giving soul always trying to help others and has the singing voice of an angel.
While most of the thoughts that slipped through to Marc, Steven, and Jake from you was your beautiful singing, what you had heard slip through from them was rather peculiar. The few times you heard them it left you puzzled, it wasn’t often people had multiple soulmates but it did happen on occasion. The few things you had caught was a name,Khonshu. Fortunately for them you loved to read, and rather enjoyed looking at old civilizations and their stories due to working in a library. In your spare time you managed to track down that Khonshu was an Egyptian god, and you started to dive into studying Ancient Egypt, so you could feel closer to your soulmate. Just assuming they were either believers or perhaps scholars who worked in a museum, because let’s be real, who would ever guess their soulmates would be the Fist of Khonshu?
In your recent research you had stumbled upon the Egyptian goddess of love, Hathor. She was a goddess of many things love, beauty, dancing, singing, and pleasure. But she is also a protector of women, and you felt a strange kinship the more you read about her. She seemed rather nice based on what you read and hoped she would help you, so you started to devise a plan.
Considering it seemed your soulmates talked to a god, where was the harm in trying yourself? You had been starting to set up a small altar in your humble flat for the goddess Hathor, in preparation of your plan. On it was a small drawing of her you had done in ink to the best of your abilities, basing it on the artwork and photographs you had seen from Ancient Egypt that depicted her with the head of a cow and the body of a woman. That night you put your plan into action. You placed several offerings for Hathor on your altar to show your respect. A goblet of wine, lotus flowers, and a small plush of a cow you had found that you thought was rather adorable, doing your best to replicate gifts that would have once been left for her in Ancient Egypt.
You took a deep breath as you lit the candles, before sitting down in front of your humble altar, watching the flames dance in the darkness of your apartment. You closed your emerald eyes and took a deep breath to center yourself. You spoke softly, as if afraid to break the silence of the space you had created. “To the goddess of love, beauty, music, dance,”, your cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment as you said, “pleasure. Protector of women and wife of Horus, Hathor, I ask for your help and guidance.”
You sat there quietly for a few minutes, before the flames of the candles no longer gently moved, but flickered rapidly. By the light of the moon streaming in through the windows, you saw a ten foot tall, intimidating form appear from a swirling cloud of red and turquoise. Once the smoke cleared you saw the tall figure’s silhouette with bovine horns and ears, and a flowing gold dress that appeared to twinkle in the dim light.
“You called for me my child?”