Sekhmet
Legacy Name: Sekhmet

Her hand slowly moved, adding in splashes of colour to the lion she was painting, humming an erratic melody as she worked. A voice called up to her from the tattoo parlour below her small apartment, letting her know that the day was over and it was time to shut up shop. She replied with her own farewell through her open apartment door, the corridor and stairs that led down into the shop below growing darker as the sun outside set. She set her paintbrush down, leaning back into her chair with a content smile. This was her haven, her sanctuary. She shut her eyes and listened to the patter of rain hitting the window beside her.

It had been raining when she had left, just a year ago. Rain hammering a furious melody as she and her parents had screamed at each other. As she had packed her things and angrily wiped away her tears. So what that her grades in school weren't perfect? So what that she liked to party? So what that she had gotten that tattoo they had sternly told her not to? It was her body and her life.
She had only looked back once as she stormed down the street, her mother refusing to look at her, convinced she would be back. Sekhmet had moved into the small apartment above the parlour that night, having had secretly arranged it with the owner months back. She curled up in the cold, dark room and sobbed.
That was the last time she'd seen or heard from her parents.

Now the rain was a soothing sound, having made peace with it all and learnt to enjoy her life. She'd added many more tattoos since then, her body a bright canvas that was hers to pour her soul into. She'd begrudgingly finished school, working in the parlour below when she could, before starting full time only a week ago, becoming as close as ever with those who worked there. They were her friends, no her family now, having looked after her when she had needed it, helping her flourish and grow, encouraging her to follow her artistic dreams. Bailed her out the few times she'd been in trouble with the law, laughing at her rebellious streak.

Her phone broke her from her silence, her eyes flicking open as she picked up the device.
Yo, Sek! Rave tonite @ usual place. U in?
She'd grinned as she replied, washing up her paintbrushes and getting ready in excitement. It was still raining when she left, the cool droplets running down her bare, colourful arms, she'd simply laughed, half running, half dancing down the street to meet up with her friends.

So what if she wasn't perfect, at least she was happy and free.

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