daughterofthoth

[daughterofthoth]

seacradled‌:

“Hi. Um, do you mind if I ask what you’re doing?” Barbara asked, putting her nose perhaps too far into the other’s business. Brimming with curiosity, she literally couldn’t help herself. Everything big and small about life here evoked wonderment. 

The phone continued to ring as Kamilah paced back and forth on the sidewalk. While in class she had missed multiple calls from her mother, and now she wasn’t answering her phone. Growling in frustration, she hung up for the fifth time, intent on hitting the redial button before a voice interrupted her. Startled, she turned around to find a blonde inquiring what exactly she was doing. Confused and caught off guard,  she placed her phone back in her bag. “Ah... just trying to call my mom... why?”

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bloodychvrches‌:

rowan had sometimes been a little too outspoken growing and was always terrified of saying the wrong thing. even now at twenty-six years old, she had to carefully plan everything out in her head before she said it. that had obviously flown right out the window a few minutes ago. “kamilah..” she gave kamilah a comforting smile. “that’s a lovely name.” the girl’s reassurances weren’t any less.. reassuring. she felt really bad for forcing the girl into a conversation. she was really greatful that she stayed and she hoped that she could express that somehow without managing to even mess that up. she sighed as kamilah asked about the source of her drinking. “ah.. i moved here about a month ago for my daughter so she could have both parents in the picture. i guess i’m just having a bit of a hard time settling in. i miss the city..” she paused for a moment and rubbed her temple with her free hand that wasn’t wrapped around the glass. “i just feel.. selfish. i want these feelings to go away and they keep hanging over my head.”

Kamilah returned the smile as she shifted in her seat. “Thank you,” she responded, knowing that her mother would be proud. “It’s middle eastern, actually. She’s an archaeologist and spends a majority of her time over there.” Pausing, her eyes widened as she realized she’d just shared a ton of information so easily. She took another bite, chewing and nodding as she listened to the other girl speak. Once she had finished chewing and swallowed her food, she looked over at Rowan, taking a pause to collect her thoughts. “Not that you asked my opinion but... I think it’s okay to feel a little selfish. I mean, we all do at one point or another, right?” Shrugging her shoulders, she picked up a glass of water and took a long swig. “But, I think it’s wonderful what you’re doing for your daughter. Makes you a good mom... the best mom. I wish my dad felt even a fraction of the way you did.”

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purplefrayedisaster‌:

“Eh, I guess it can be… I just feel at home in a lab,” she replied. Syria easily lost track of time whenever she was in the laboratory. Which wasn’t really a good thing because sometimes she forgot to eat. Thankfully she always kept snack bars in her bag or lab coat. “History is an important subject and is pretty fascinating.” Syria smiles, “Don’t worry you aren’t alone there. I also have no idea what I want to do. The only thing I do know is that I want to make a difference in this world.” She leaned on the desk that was stationed in front of the room. It seemed to be a trend here, children not knowing who their mother or father is. On top of it, the said parent would end up bestowing powers to the child. “It’s his loss than,” Syria said locking eyes with the other girl. “Honestly I don’t mind helping. But first, we should probably introduce ourselves. Because I don’t recall giving you my name.” She said as she offered the other girl her hand. “I’m Syria”

“At least you know you’re on the right path then... to do something you love, you know?” She gave the other a small smile and a shrug. Kamilah had always preferred straight classroom learning and textbooks to anything hands on. If she wanted to be an archaeologist like her mother, however, she would eventually need to learn physical skills as well. But she could learn in time. At her next statement, Kamilah nodded. “I feel like that’s how most of us think... just wanting to be better than our parents and be better for the world. I feel the same.” As Syria offered her hand, Kamilah reached her own out to give it a light shake. “I’m Kamilah. Thanks for being so nice. It actually means more than you know.” Kamilah had a quick thought, wondering if she started to actually put herself out there and meet people, maybe she would be surprised. Perhaps people were nicer than she gave them credit for. She took a seat not far from Syria, pulling out her written speech and flattening it on the desk.

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bloodychvrches‌:

rowan could tell she had taken the girl aback, she would have felt the same if she was the other female. her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked down at the counter. “oh god, i’m sorry if i scared you. it’s been one hell of a week. you probably have some place to be.. ah jeez, now i’m unloading on you.” she paused, taking a deep breath to bring herself back to center. the smile on her face was soft and hopefully comforting. “i’m rowan.” she silently cursed herself for being so out there. she hadn’t even had that much to drink, why was she acting like this? ah right, she was missing the city. that had been her home for so long now. not that she wasn’t happy to make the move for dante and their daughter.. it had been such a drastic change so quickly and she wasn’t really handling it that well. 

If she was being honest, Kamilah had nowhere important to be. She worked, went to school, and spent the rest of her time alone in her apartment. That was literally her entire life. And while she knew that she should put herself out there, Kamilah had an extremely hard time actually acting on it... well, more like an impossible time. She pushed her hair behind her ear, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The girl at least seemed nice enough, which put her at ease... slightly. The bartender returned with her food and she gave him an apologetic look. “I-I’ll be eating here actually... if that’s okay... sorry for the inconvenience. She was granted some silverware and had her food instead served on a plate. She picked up a boneless wing with her fork, nibbling on it. “Ah- it’s okay,” she responded as the other girl apologized. Even though it really wasn’t. Even though she would rather be home by herself binge watching Real Housewives. “I’m Kamilah... it’s nice to meet you.” She paused, taking another bite as she fumbled in her brain trying to come up with something to say. “So... you had a bad week? How come?”

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bloodychvrches‌:

ADJUSTING TO LIFE IN THIS TOWN was proving to be a lot harder than rowan had first thought. she hated herself for it, but she missed the big city. she missed nightlife and the chances to explore. but, her daughter made it worth it. she was happy seeing her with dante and being around him again. maybe a conversation would help her forget the city for a moment. taking a sip of the drink in her hand, she turned to the person next to her. “please, stranger. save me from a fate of drinking alone.”

Kamilah opened the door to the bar & pub, a wave of nausea rolling over her at the smell of alcohol. Taking a steadying breath, she walked up to the bar, hoping to be able to grab her food to go and get out as quickly as possible. These social situations were definitely not her scene. The bartender approached her, took her name and went back to the kitchen to retrieve her order. She tapped her fingers on the bar anxiously waiting. Her food didn’t come fast enough, however, because the woman a few seats away called out to her. Sheepishly turning toward her, she tried to form any sort of sentence to politely turn her down, but no words came. “U-uh... okay,” she quickly said, walking over to take a seat next to the woman. Apparently she’d be eating her dinner at the bar... and drinking with whoever this was. She mentally beat herself up for not having any backbone whatsoever.

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purplefrayedisaster‌:

“I’m also a sophomore, well kind of, I’m going for a double major in science, and a minor in science too,” Syria said with a small shrug. She wasn’t trying to brag about her academic goals. She was just trying to paint a picture of some sorts. Only because the girl in front of her reminded her of herself. Though she probably didn’t have issues with her father like she did. So Syria hoped that she didn’t. “Things with my father are… complicated,” Syria paused, biting her lower lip. Wondering how this girl would feel if she warned her. Yet, she knows that she should give the girl a warning about him. “He is very entitled and thinks he is the only person that matters. If I wasn’t his daughter, I’d leave him and never look back.” Syria sighed shaking her head, ” He isn’t important and I hope you never meet him.” She meets the other girl’s gaze, “Listen, you kind of remind me of myself before I started here and made friends. I really don’t mind helping you out.” Syria smiled as she continued,  ”I normally help tutor other students when I can. So again… I really don’t mind helping others out.”

“Ah, a double major. That’s r-really impressive.” And Kamilah meant it. Only someone truly dedicated to doing something they loved would double major. The world needed more of that. “I’m only majoring in history, and I still don’t even know what I want to do with that yet.” She shrugged her shoulders, feeling slightly defeated. This girl seemed to have it all together, and yet Kamilah had no answers for herself. “That I understand,” she responded, her heart sinking a little further. “I’ve never even met my father, so you have that on me.” The thought alone made her blood boil. Her father had bestowed all these gifts to her, and yet had never even bothered to visit her once. How many children of Thoth were there, actually? Was he just creating children without thinking of the consequences. What kind of God did that make him anyway? As hard as it was, she pulled her thoughts away from her father. It wouldn’t lead her to a good place.

Friends. That was certainly something she could use help with, and a subject she knew literally nothing about. Perhaps in getting help with public speaking - not that she ever thought she’d make progress - she could also make some friends. The thought sparked hope within her heart, pushing her father out of her mind. “Well... if you honestly don’t mind helping me... then, I guess, y-yes. I’ll take the help where I can get it.”

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oftwistedminds‌:

“Of course! One never stops learning, you know?” she said and laughed softly. Cecilia have always been someone who kept on reading, kept on seeking for more knowledge. She never felt like she was finished, she felt incomplete. She wanted to have all the answers for her clients, not stand there and look like a question mark. “Yeah I am. It’s a complicated one” she sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, trust me”

Kamilah could appreciate that line of thinking, after all, even after she was done with her class work, she continued to stay at the library to learn and read. Her head was filled with much more knowledge than she required. And yet she craved more. She probably had her dad to thank for that. Not that she would know personally. “Do you need any help? I mean, I could use something to focus on that’s not homework and papers. I’m good at reasearch.. maybe I could be useful?”

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oftwistedminds‌:

Chuckling softly when the other woke up, the brunette lawyer tilted her head to the side and clasped her hands together. “Oh that happens to the best of us. You have no idea how many times I have accidentally fallen asleep either here or at work” she told her and rolled her eyes at herself. It was common for Cecilia to overwork, she was passionate about the cases she got and didn’t sleep well unless she had worked her ass off. “Yeah I think that would be best”

“Really?” Kamilah answered, her voice laced with surprise. Cecilia was one of the best, in her opinion, and it was hard to imagine her pouring over books in the middle of the night. It seemed to come so easily and naturally to her. Guess it was fair that you couldn’t judge a book by its cover. “A-are you working on a case tonight?” she asked. It was probably a stupid question... she doubted Cecilia was closing out the library just for fun. “Thanks for checking on me, by the way. Would have been embarrassing to have an employee find me like that.”

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purplefrayedisaster‌:

Syria watched the other girl curiously, her mannerisms seemed a little familiar. Well, not just a little they were familiar because Syria herself would bite her lower lip whenever she was having trouble finding her voice. Shaking her head, “It’s no problem really, and I wouldn’t be saying it if it wasn’t true.” Syria listened and realize that she had something in common with the girl standing in front of her. She smiled and hummed a little. “Presentations can be terrifying. It doesn’t help that our peers and professors can make things worse. I’m going to assume that you’re a freshman…?” Syria wasn’t really sure if what she was doing was a good idea. Talking to anyone made them a target. Yet, she was growing tired of having to deal with her father’s twisted games. She really needed to grow a backbone and not let him ruin her life or anyone else’s. “Listen I have days where I can’t speak to anyone and then I have days where I can’t shut up.” crossing her arms over her chest as she continued, “I was just going to call my father, but he can wait. I mean that is if you like… I could try and help you. Just so you know I am a bit of a science geek, public speaking is still a little new to me. Though I had a friend that might argue that.”

Presentations were terrifying, Kamilah could agree with that. In her mind, they in no way made her smarter, or a better student, or whatever other garbage professors loved to spout. She could write papers in hours, the words spilling across the pages with ease. So why was it so hard for her to translate that into speech? She didn’t even have to make it up in her mind as she talked... she only had to repeat the words she’d already written. And still she failed. “Sophomore,” she replied simply, “but close enough.” And then something totally unexpected happened. She actually offered to help. The notion seemed foreign to Kamilah, who was so used to working alone. Even for group projects in high school, she would take on all of the work herself. No one would ever complain, and she could guarantee her flawless GPA. “A-are you sure? I mean, I wouldn’t want to come between you and your dad. It seemed important. I mean... I’m confident in the paper I wrote... I’m sure I’ll still get good marks even if I can’t present well.”

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luciferxsir‌:

“No, you do?” she said confused, she could hear voices calling for her to come to this room and figured she was being summoned, but this was not what she expected. The voices did stop so she knew she was in the right place, but she was not sure what that meant. “Who are you?”

Taken aback by the assertiveness of the stranger, Kamilah stood there staring, mouth open in shock. A full minute later, she shook her head and cleared her throat. “I-I’m sorry... I’m confused... you’re walking in here and asking me who I am? A-and saying I need some” Maybe it was just her, but nothing about this situation made sense. She was interrupted to be asked who she was and what she needed? The thought alone made her head spin. She knew that socially she was lacking, but she felt like no one in her shoes would understand. “I-I’m Kamilah... but that doesn’t explain why you’re here...”

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purplefrayedisaster‌:

She tilted her head to the side when she noticed the other girl gathering her things.  “You don’t have to leave. If anyone should leave it should be me,” Syria said running a hand through her hair. “I mean… it’s obvious that you were here first.” Raising an eyebrow wondering what the other girl was talking about. She was going to ask when the other girl told her that she knew what Syria was thinking. Syria could help but snort slightly, “I don’t think you’re crazy. We all talk to ourselves whether we want to admit it or not. Some say it’s a sign of intelligence.” Shrugging as she continued. “I do it whenever I’m alone in the labor I think I’m alone. Sometimes it helps me focus.” Syria glanced around the room at part of her knowing that this could be a bad idea and another knowing that it was probably the right thing to do. “Umm… you don’t have to answer, but what were you doing in here?”

Taking a deep breath, Kamilah made herself stop in her tracks before just leaving the girl behind in the room. It was nice, what she was saying. Even if she was only saying it to be nice. Retreating backward, she placed her bag back on the table, giving the girl a small smile. “Thanks... for saying that, I mean.” Her eyes darted around the room, biting her lower lip. In regards to what she was doing, she patted her bag. “Oh, well, I was trying to practice a presentation I have next week,” she began, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, writing papers is easy, but when it comes to speaking in front of a crowd...” trailing off, she cleared her throat before continuing. “Well, it goes about as well as this conversation is going. On my end at least. Which is why.. I mean, you can have the room. Clearly my speaking abilities aren’t going to get better. I’m sure it would be better used by you.”

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oftwistedminds‌:

Being a lawyer meant that Cecilia would spend hours on end in the library. She had to do her research, finding all the answers she needed for the questions her clients may be asking. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she was doing, if she wasn’t a good lawyer she wouldn’t have become one to begin with. Why put people through that? She was good at what she was doing due to her ability to research, she wouldn’t give up until she got all the answers she needed. As she stood and read a book, she noticed someone who had fallen asleep. “Hey hey, are you okay?” she asked softly.

Startled awake by the voice, she flung her head up and scattered the pages across the table. “Crap...” she whispered to herself, scrambling to collect everything until she looked up to realize she recognized the face of the person who had spoken to her. Her cheeks immediately felt hot as embarrassment washed over her. It was one of the lawyers she worked for. “Cecilia...” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “Uh.. y-yeah, I’m totally fine. Just... studying. Guess I nodded off.” Resuming to collect her things, she avoided eye contact, making the words come easier. “That’s my cue to pack up and be finished for the night, I suppose.” 

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@oftwistedminds​ -- for cecilia

The hour was growing late as Kamilah glanced at her watch. Eight thirty in the evening. The library would be closing soon. Placing her head in her hand, she forced her eyes to dart across the pages faster, scribbling notes here and there in her notebook as she went. Random mumbled words escaped her lips... ancient... historical... profound... A yawn escaped her lips, and she shook her head, willing herself awake. “Just a bit longer,” she whispered to herself. Apparently, her body didn’t want to listen to her mind. As her eyes grew heavy, the words on the pages coming slower and slower, she drifted to sleep in the middle of the library, her head slumping onto the book that lay open in front of her.

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purplefrayedisaster‌:

Some days she didn’t even know why she bothered trying. It seemed like her father was always one step ahead. He had started sending her more video messages of random students she had started talking with. Ones she thought that she could be friends with. Who was she kidding, Syria knew that he’d destroy anything that brought her any kind of happiness. Her grip tightens on the strap of her bag, at the thought of him hurting innocents. Syria needed to find an empty class, so she can call him to see what he wanted. Yet she could probably guess what or who it was. Which annoyed her. Why couldn’t he just dropped it, He already got an answer. Syria cursed herself for not paying attention, “Sorry, I was looking for an empty room.” She replied placing her phone back into its holder, “Umm… sorry again. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” It was just like her to make things awkward for not paying attention.

“Oh... right.” Kamilah proceeded to just stand there and stare awkwardly at the newcomer for 30 seconds before realizing she should probably say something. “Well, honestly, you can have it if you need it.” She began to gather up her notes and books, shoving them into her bag. Pacing around an empty room was in no way going to help her speaking abilities. Hell, a brain transplant would be the only effective method. “I mean... I don’t know why... shouldn’t have even tried...” She spoke to herself, but forgot to keep her voice down, allowing the stranger to hear all of it. Once she had gathered all of her things, she walked up to the girl and gave her a soft smile. “I know what you’re thinking... and I’m not, if you’re wondering...” Kamilah paused, then mentally slapped herself in the face. “Crazy, I mean.” This other girl had no idea what she was talking about. And now probably 100% thought Kamilah was crazy. This was why she didn’t have friends.

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Haley Lu Richardson for Seventeen México

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Soft footsteps paced back and forth in the tiny room as Kamilah fretted over her speech. Doing a presentation in front of a class was part of being a student, but the literal thought of it made her want to vomit. Even though she would write her speech with perfection, the moment she tried to say it out loud it would fall apart. Taking a deep breath, she stopped pacing and turned to face the wall. “In ancient times, the Roman empire was comprosed--” stopping, she slammed her papers down on the table. “Shit...” she whispered to herself, not knowing what to do. Comprised... that wasn’t even a difficult word. Yet she couldn’t even say it correctly in a room by herself just thinking of speaking in front of an audience. Turning, she saw a figure standing in the doorway. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Ah-- hi, do you need something?”

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KAMILAH KAVANAUGH, who strongly resembles HALEY LU RICHARDSON, has been spotted in Pandæmonium. The FEMALE is a 22 year old EGYPTIAN DEMIGODDESS -- DAUGHTER OF THOTH, and have been in Pandæmonium for SIX MONTHS. I hear they’re KIND HEARTED & STUDIOUS and ANTISOCIAL & CLUMSY. If you’re lucky you may catch them working at the LAW OFFICE as a SECRETARY and NYU as a STUDENT.

--Kamilah’s mother is an archaeologist who spends most of her time trying to unearth ancient Egyptian tombs... although it’s nothing as glorifying as the movies pretend --Her love for Egyptian culture is what drew the attention of the ancient god Thoth --Sadly, her father Thoth came and went rather quickly, leaving her mother alone to give birth and raise her --It’s left a bitter taste in her mouth about her father, especially since he has never been to visit since she was born --Thanks to her mother, she grew up with a love of history and culture. She also enjoys learning about all types of mythology and lore --She has a love for cats, and knows when she gets older she will most likely be a crazy cat lady --An orange tabby cat named Bast (of course) is her best friend currently --Kamilah has a love for music, because she knows she will never be able to create something so emotional and beautiful with words --Primarily a home body, she hopes to one day have the courage to travel the world like her mother --When she can own a house, she is determined to have her own library in it --Kamilah loves non-fiction reading, but she also loves fiction, feeling as if she is living vivaciously through the stories --Rather lame, she has never been drunk or high in her life --The softer shades of pink are her favorite colors --Her passive powers consist of a photographic memory, heightened senses, ability to understand hieroglyphs, and increased endurance --She is able to perform some magic in the form of tracing hieroglyphs in the air which perform minor spells --Hopeless romantic, and hopes for a love story like one of the many she’s read in her books --As much as she dislikes her father, she hopes to one day gain his favor so he will actually visit --Hopes to become an author herself one day --Dislikes electronics and only has a phone and laptop out of necessity for school and keeping in touch with family --Yes, she will write her book on a typewriter I’m sure I’ll add more as it comes to me