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@exmpanubis-blog
“All right, did you forget the part about the family-murdering axe-murderer?”
“Can you be more specific?” Thequestion was genuine since Anubis, given his position as god of the dead, knewof a lot of family-murdering axe-murderers. “I don’t know which murderer you’retalking about.” Interested into the male’s response he hoped he was not talkingabout some series you could watch on Netflix these days. Because he honestlydidn’t know anything about that.
“I don’t want to kill your optimism or anything, dad, but both of us have been trying to do the same thing for hours.”
Anubis released a deep sigh at hisson’s words and went to lean back in his chair. Knowing Baekhyun was right,since they both had spent a lot oftime on trying to complete this model aircraft he had bought without success,he dropped the two pieces to his table. “I guess we’re both not made for these sort of things.” Huffingout a chuckle at their own failure, he eyed his son. “Let’s go back to ourusual quality time games?”
“I honestly thought I would never have to burden you like this, but you’re my only hope. My heart hurts. Please tell me what's wrong with it.”
When the Queen of the Underworld hadcalled him up the other day Anubis had felt honored. It wasn’t every day he’dget a call from a deity linked to the dead, especially not from the Queen of the Greek realm. Havingexpected a social call from her soon however his worry had spiked. Beingrequested to meet in private with her Persephone didn’t have to tell him it wasrather urgent. That much became clear because of the request itself. LuckilyAnubis didn’t have much of a social life and thus the goddess could come overat his place the other evening, after work.
Not knowing the exact reason for whyshe was in need of his help, the issue did float in and out of his mind regularlyduring the day. His mind wandering off to the goddess probably more than itshould, he found time was moving awfully slow.So when finally he heard his doorbell Anubis practically sprinted to his frontdoor to let her in. Offering her a seat and something to drink, Persephone quitequickly told him the reason for her visit.
Already having perceived she was notfeeling well the moment she had steppedthrough his front door, Anubis had to admit he felt slightly reluctant to diveinto the width of her emotions. But he couldn’t possibly refuse her appeal. Notwhen she looked like that. Not when she had gathered the courage (or should he saydesperation?) to ask. “If you think it will help you, I shall do so gladly tohelp you.” Expression serious, his eyes were filled with empathy for her andher current situation. “Please know it’s not a burden for me to unravel yourtangled up emotions, but also know that I will know everything you feel at thismoment.” Pausing so she could let his words sink in, he questioned, “Are youokay with that?”
“Do you have any idea how bad you look? You’re like one giant open wound.”
Anubis had been minding his ownbusiness, enjoying a good cup of coffee on the terrace with the paper, this morning when all of a sudden a demigod felt inclined to come over and insulthim. “I beg your pardon.” Lowering his copy of the newspaper to his table, hequickly looked the demigod up and down. “I would take back your words if I wereyou.” It wasn’t like the other didlook like a open wound, he looked like a proper business man for that matter, butstill, Anubis did not appreciate the comment of the boy.
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“All right, did you forget the part about the family-murdering axe-murderer?”
“Come on, no one died, alright? Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! That’s what I call an important distinction.”
“Come over to my place at nine. Plan on staying the night. I like to cuddle.”
“Do you have any idea how bad you look? You’re like one giant open wound.”
“Does anybody else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill ‘em?”
“Everyone should have a dream! Even a pathetically unrealistic one.”
“I can’t believe I got my ass thrown in a vault for three months for you.”
“I don’t want to kill your optimism or anything, but both of us have been trying to do the same thing for hours.”
“I heard there was a party. Don’t worry, I invited myself.”
“I honestly thought I would never have to burden you like this, but you’re my only hope. I’m going to be taken. I need you to find me.”
“I just killed your family. Do you want to die like them? Begging for your life? Or, do you want to fight? I’ll give you some help. Wrap a towel around your fist. Smash the mirror. Use one of the shards to defend yourself. Go ahead, I’m waiting.”
“I love you. So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about me, and pretend like we’re not actually talking about you, it’s totally fine.”
“I was gonna wait for dramatic flare, but when you look this good, why wait?”
“I’m always terrified. I-I act like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t.”
“I’m not angry. You know I’m gonna have to find a way to punish you though.”
“I’m not asking you to save just my life. I’m asking you to save everyone they’ll ever hurt again.”
“I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?”
“If you already have all the information, what do you want from me?”
“If you lied and it gets people hurt, I’ll be back to take away more than your pain.”
“In preparation of some big changes, I’ve decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life, and you’re just about the deadest.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s perfect. I’m in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I’ll always love. I love you.”
“My grandmother can move faster than that, and she’s dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?”
“Oh no, I’m not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.”
“The full moon is coming, and with the way things are going, I have a feeling it’s gonna be a rough one.”
“The only one who’s shown any interest in me is a rabid coyote.”
“The problem is the people I need to talk to right now don’t talk to people like you.”
“This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. You wanna just make out a little bit? Just to see how it feels?”
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
“Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It’s chemistry, not a coloring book.”
“We don’t go out in the middle of the night murdering people, do we?”
“We protect those who cannot protect themselves.”
“We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.”
“What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?”
“Why’s it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t wanna be Robin all the time!”
“Yeah, well, you being happy isn’t really a big priority of mine, since you stabbed me twenty times with knives.”
“You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat.”
“You’re just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking you can stop people from getting killed. But, all you do is show up late.”
Underworlds | Anubis & Hades
mphades:
(...)
“But if we go to my Underworld, there is a chance I might be able to share with you what I see when I look at one. I think that’ll be a much better experience than just watching me look at one.” Another chuckle follows, the thought is just too amusing not to laugh at it, before Hades eventually settles back into a more composed expression.
“We could go once you finish your drink. I had my fill of mead for today, so I’m good for a trip down the road.” He grins easily, lifting a hand to absentmindedly run it through his hair as he thinks of his Underworld and the series of createures that will be both hapy and surprised to see him there.
Anubis nodded lightly along with Hades’ words while he explained what the Egyptian deity already thought. It would be very uneventful to see Hades looking at souls and them disappearing on the spot, but still, the knowledge that certain soul-related things were at play would make the moment less boring for the god. At least he hoped so. Otherwise there was still the entirely new realm he could feast his eyes upon.
But then Hades continued, offering him a very promising prospect which Anubis could only approve of. “That’s true. It would make the experience all the better.” Enthusiasm finding its way to his face, he surely did hope how he perhaps could see what Hades sees. The mere thoughts of seeing souls and the underworld itself through Hades’ eyes filled the god’s entire being with an engery unseen until now. And soon the Egyptian god almost couldn’t wait to leave.
Luckily for him, Hades mentioned they could leave once he had finished his drink. “I’d be happy to.” His eagerness to go almost bubbling out of him, for a moment it looked as if the god had been turned back into a five year old kid. And it was quite the sight to behold, really. For there Anubis sat in his seat, donned in his typical black outfit while he supporting one of his biggest, happiest, grins while his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. There honestly wasn’t much difference in between the ancient god and a five year old who got to play with his favorite toy in that moment in time, for both were in a way impatient. “I almost can’t wait and I’m usually a very patient god.”
Barely being able to keep himself from downing the rest of his drink in one go, Anubis did finish the remaining liquid in less than five minutes. Lifting his eyebrows up at Hades, to silently ask if the other was ready to go, the moment he had put his cup back on the table he waited for the god’s sign to move.
Possibilities
jinsilxmp:
(...)
His sudden appearance had changed the atmosphere within her little study. In fact, she’d lit up at the sight of a familiar face—having already spent a couple of days locked away from the world. The stark and almost deafening quiet had given way to soft banter and idle chatter and she had found herself enjoying it a lot. She was so glad that they could speak so comfortably—and her speak without worrying about the other drifting off to sleep.
“You should stop by more often.” She quips as she flips the journal in front of her closed. She stands up to return the journal to a shelf behind her, but she stops when she rethinks her words. A question immediately bubbling it’s way out of her throat. She turns around and eyes the god curiously. “I don’t remember asking, but why exactly did you stop by?”
“Not that I mind, you’re always welcome here.”
Anubis had come to find that Jinsil was an open book. One of which the chapters were all jumbled up and the words were sometimes dancing all through each other over the pages, but she was an open book nonetheless. The only things anyone who wanted to get to know Jinsil needed was patience and time. For the demigoddess always was kind enough to lift the veil, which covered the depths of her soul, just about enough so one could get a glimpse of her. Yet at the same time she had an affinity for hiding the things that truly mattered.
Sometimes those did come out -about her involving him in the thoughts surrouding her mother and the dairy or or as with the comment about her kissing someone or- but she gracefully turned the subject around whenever something which truly affected her slipped out. And then you had the choice to go further in on it, or either go along with her. Anubis decided to go with the latter for now. The girl was already sharing enough with him for one night, he thought. Besides perhaps Anubis would never be able to get the full depth that was Jinsil’s personality and mind. Sometimes he wondered if the girl even understood her own mind and it’s depth at times.
Actually grinning while she tried to make sure she hadn’t offended him, the god thought she must grow tired, musn’t she? She always ran for miles in her mind. Making leaps and grasping at things, one had to be quite intelligent to be able to follow her train of thoughts. “I’m not offended Jinsil. Slow down for a bit? You’re running for your life again and these old bones can’t keep up.” It definitely was part of her charm of how her mind worked in that mysterious way it did, but he had once made a joke about her running for her life when she was going to fast with her thoughts and now stuck with it.
“I only came to say hello. To see how you were doing. It’s been a while since you last graced me with your presence.” Following her with his gaze as she got up and put the journal where it was supposed to be the god remained seated on her desk. “I had to make sure you were not working yourself into some trouble over dead bodies, you see?” Adding the joke solely since he was still in a good mood he hoped to bring a smile to the demigoddess’ face.
You’re Welcome
mpxhyuna:
Hyuna would be lying if she said Anubis hadn’t impressed her. With his clean yet dark appearance and short answers to things that would get significantly more of a reaction from someone else — he truly was a god of the underworld. It made Hyuna wonder if her father was anything like him. But she quickly brushed that thought aside, deciding that it wasn’t the time right now. Anubis didn’t know her father, so there was no need to continue thinking about Arawn.
“I don’t know if kind is what I’d call it… I think it’s guilt rather than kindness?” She laughed. “Ah, but you didn’t come here to listen to me psychoanalyze myself. I try not to let myself be overwhelmed by them, so there’s usually not this many around me at once…” The thought of how long this might’ve continued had Anubis not shown up was almost scary. “So, again, thanks for the help.” His offer was kind as well, and Hyuna nodded quickly, about to agree when he continued.
With a smile, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s… you’re still saying that after what you just saw?” Another laugh, more cheerful this time. “I think you’re a lot better at dealing with the dead than I am. But I don’t intend to burden you with taking care of me. In fact, is there something I can do to repay you? Something to eat or drink or…”
Guilt. It was a feeling Anubis hadn’t considered to be her motivator. He was sure she knew she had no say about life and death and that it was a normal process. So he found himself quite amazed by the exact reason of why she felt guilty and used it as a motivator to connect with the dead, up until the point where she offered to repay him. Apparently the girl seemed to feel indebted to others easily. So Anubis could only image what she must feel like towards the souls who have kept her company when she needed it most.
“I don’t require any form of payment.” Declining her offer in the politest way possible, he came to think that there was one thing which she could do. “However, there is one thing you can do for me. To stop the souls on time so you won’t get overwhelmed.” A light smile gracing his features, to make his request less formal, he remembered the other things she said. “And yes, I stick to my previous words about your character.” The smile growing a tad bit, he nodded, “And the offer to help if you change your mind about it.”
Knowing that the demigoddess wouldn’t know where to find him in case she needed help, he soon told her the places she could go to. “You can find me at the hospital, the library or my home at the Sphinx apartments.” Not mentioning how he also could be found at the morgue or any graveyard, since he found that to be rather obvious and therefore unnecessary to say out loud he awaited some sort of confirmation after which he planned on telling her goodbye.
— we don’t have to dance.
jinsilxmp:
(...)
She remembers that the last time she’d been a part of any sort of large social gathering was around the age of thirteen, right before her parents had pulled her out of public school all together. She unconsciously grimaces at the memory because it had ultimately changed her in a way. She hadn’t realized it until the first time that she’d been reintroduced to society three years later—a strange thing to say, she knows. The experience had been overwhelming, confusing, nerve wracking, and just terrible all together.
She shakes her head before she gets too lost inside her mind and looks to the god again, this time donning on a bright smile. “I almost forgot to thank you for escorting me-” she beams shifting the subject once more. “You know, I thank you for a lot of things, Jib.” She continues. “You do a lot for me and I hardly do anything for you- That’s not really fair-” She takes off rambling once more.
Anubis couldn’t help but smile at the waterfall of questions which came out of Jinsil. Looking down at the young woman next to him, in the glittering and decorated streetlights, the god found she looked dazzling. For he saw a young, wonderful, woman who was capable of so much in life. For she was filled with life and a lust for knowledge and exploration. Yet she felt unsure of herself and her capabilities, just like one her age was prone of, and that gave her humble aura.
Not interrupting her monologue, for he wanted to be able to counter every single one of her insecurities about the way she looked and the ball before they arrived there, Anubis’ smile only intensified in warmth. When she finally did mention she was talking too much, he exhaled a soft yet in a way soothing chuckle. “Not too much. I can still follow.” His reply came easy and was an attempt at a joke in hopes to lighten up her mood and easing some of her apparent nerves away.
When it looked like she was done with speaking out her insecurities, Anubis too the chance he got to counter every single one of them. “You’re not wearing too much makeup. I’m sure. You’re dress is long enough. No one will think bad of you. Don’t worry. I think it suits you well. Your mom made a good decision.” Speaking in a warm tone with earnest he hoped Jinsil would take his words to heart. “It’s a masquerade. I doubt everyone would have taken it as serious as you. People like to pretend. Take me for example. I’m wearing a white outfit, pretending to be a saint when we both know I’m not in the exact definition of the word. But I do thank you for complimenting my outfit. I’ve got to admit, I feel a little out of place in it.” A grin actually formed at those words. White honestly wasn’t Anubis’ color, but he supposed that for the night he could try something different.
Mimicking her bright smile with one of his own, he easily responded as he returned her gaze, “Thank you for allowing me to escort you, Jinsil. You look wonderful tonight. You’ll fit right in. Trust me on that.” Putting his hand gentle on top of Jinsil’s one laying on his arm, as a gesture of support he continued, “And don’t worry, you’re not alone there and we can take a fresh breath of air whenever you feel like you can’t breathe anymore.”
Accessories: Weighing of Heart necklace (intertwined Gold anatomical heart & Silver Ma’at feather of truth), Gold Ankh earrings, Brass Cuff Bracelet, His Black Ankh tattoo on his left hand will be visible too (place tattoo) + (picture of Ankh)
You’re Welcome
mpxhyuna:
(...)
“I tend to attract them, yeah.” She gave the god a lopsided grin. “Once they figure out I can see and hear them, they usually want me to do stuff. Like… I don’t know, buy their parents a present or yell at an ex or something.” His second question made her pause. Shoving her hands in the pockets of her coat, Hyuna thought about what it would be like if the dead were gone from her life. More peaceful, definitely. And perhaps Anubis had the power to make this happen.
But she slowly shook her head. “I’d have more time to myself without them, yeah, but… not to get into my tragic backstory and all, but some bad shit happened a few years ago and the dead cared more about me than the living, so… I sort of feel like I owe it to them. Besides, I might meet my mom someday.” Though that was probably never going to happen.
“I haven’t.” He honestly replied. Omitting the fact how he wished to meet Arawn, the god let his hands slide into the pockets of his long black overcoat. Listening to Hyuna he nodded in understanding. “I see.” It was a common theme among demigods who were capable of seeing the dead that they were waiting for their loved ones to show up. Only seldom did the demigods find the souls of their loved ones and Anubis thought himself to be luckily to not having passed on this trait to Baekhyun. He wouldn’t want for his son to be caught in the never-ending circle of hope and disappointment that waiting/searching for dead loved ones brought about.
“It’s kind you want to do something in return.” He responded, while thinking how devastatingly beautiful it actually was how mortals kept hoping, yearning, for that last shared moment of goodbye. Which hopefully would bring them some closure. “Just make sure they don’t overwhelm you.” Probably the souls already had done so on a few occasions if she really did attract them. “If you get into trouble with any soul and need help, know that you can come to me.” Offering her his help, since this demigoddess didn’t have any father -nor other god of the dead he assumed- to rely on for advice and some guidance when dealing with souls. “But also know that you don’t have to. You seem like the type who can deal with life and dead pretty well on your own.”
Underworlds | Anubis & Hades
mphades:
(...)
“Ah, this only works on souls who belong into my realm, of course. I can’t judge just any soul, only the ones that belong to me. That’s why I can’t judge a living soul either, they’re not mine yet. But I think seeing a soul’s worth came with the job when I took it. I just didn’t fully realise how far it stretches until I came up here and didn’t want to have to go back down every time souls started to line up. I hate queueing so I’m hardly going to do that to the good souls. The bad ones, well, sometimes I used to make them line up somewhere else for no good reason.”
He grins easily, amused at the memory of a long queue of souls waiting to be judged when he had already long judged them, just making them wait for months and years on end. The joys of being in control, really.
Anubis was intrigued to hear Hades’ way of work. He was intrigued by the way the other was capable of seeing and thus knowing where souls belonged. It all was a less tedious process than the one he had to go through when judging souls. It was an entirely different way of working and Anubis actually wanted to see it take place with his own eyes. Most probably there would be nothing much for him to actual see, but just witnessing Hades judging the dead would be enough of an extraordinary experience.
And as he thought further about it, it made Anubis wonder if Hades was capable of judging the living. Before he could ask, however, Hades responded the question which had formed in his head, resulting into a smile on Anubis’ lips. Keeping his thoughts to himself for a moment longer, in favor of not interrupting the Greek, the god chuckled at Hades’ ‘confession’.
“I think I can relate to that.” Remembering how a couple of times he had ‘accidently’ misguided some of the most annoying souls through the Duat, a grin soon showed. “I do remember misguiding some souls on accident. It was entirely my mistake that they had to face the crocodile.” Exhaling a chuckle, the god brought his gaze down to his cup. Replaying some highly amusing scenes of his memories in his head, the god tried to hide his own joy about this by drinking.
And by the time he put his cup down again, the grin was gone. “Could I,” he asked, rather prudent, “If it’s not too much to ask, witness you judging some souls?”
Curses
mpbaekhyun:
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“Sir, so you said that it’s easy for my wish to be granted,” Baekhyun asked right when his eyes met the god’s, because if he held it back any longer, Baekhyun felt like he could explode. “What do you mean by that? There’s really a way for me to see my heart, like, for real?”
TW: Heart rip is going to be performed.
Anubis was pleased to know his son approved of his interior design. He didn’t think he would consider altering it if Baekhyun wouldn’t approve, but well, it was better for his son to like it. At least his decorations wouldn’t keep his son out of his apartment then.
“Yes, of course.” Anubis instantly responded to the question asked, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I shall show you.” Getting up from his seat he went over to Baekhyun. Taking the seat right next to his boy, he sought his eyes. Feeling some sort of need to reassure Baekhyun he said, “I know you trust me. So know that this will be okay.”
Not really waiting for any sign of confirmation, Anubis’s gaze focused on Baekhyun’s chest. Sensing the boy’s heart the god lifted up his hand in a non-threatening fashion. Reaching to the demigod, his hand soon disappeared into Baekhyun’s chest, much as if he was reaching between two closed curtains, and gently wrapped around the boy’s heart. Retracting his hand, on his palm now lay the boy’s bloodied and beating heart. Inspecting it with his gaze, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do when one happened to have a beating heart on their palm, shock travelled over the god’s face when he spotted the scar tissue on it. “What has happened to your heart?!”
Lifting up his gaze from the bloodied heart on his palm, he totally disregarded the gaping hole in Baekhyun’s chest and instead focused his attention entirely on the demigod’s face. He wasn’t aware that his son had suffered some trauma around his heart. How could he have missed such important information?
The Weapon Quest | Anubis & Baekhyun
mpbaekhyun:
The idea came out of the blue, but not really. The thought actually flashed across Baekhyun’s mind few days ago, when he was temporarily ‘rescued’ by his good friend from his stalker, a creepy young man who wouldn’t give up following him around and meddling in his personal life, just because Baekhyun had accidentally got too much unwanted attention from him. Now that the psycho even wanted to trouble his friend, Baekhyun just couldn’t sit still and watch it happen. Things might not get that serious. But if the issue really got that serious, he should be well-prepared. No one else could he turned to for such a thing but his father. Baekhyun just hoped that Anubis wouldn’t against the idea of his son having a weapon and carrying it around. “It’s just for self-defence, dad. There’s a man following me around, I asked my friend for help and now he’s threatening to bother my friend too.” The demigod remembered the issue at the coffee shop, as he gulped dryly in both fear and anger. Baekhyun also felt guilty for dragging his friend into the mess, and felt useless for being unable to deal with his own problems and defend himself. “I’m also thinking about taking a self-defence class or something, I just don’t want to see anyone be troubled because of me. Will it be okay if I owe a gun?”
The information of how his son was being stalked, combined with his son’s fear and anger, hit Anubis like a bomb. It was clear the demigod was at wits’ end about what to do. Otherwise Baekhyun wouldn’t have sprawled this alarming information on him the way he just did. He would have thought about a different approach to break the situation to him. His hands shaking as the hot flame of anger coursed through his veins, the emotion soon became even more lethal when it turned cold as ice itself. Every fiber of his being wanted to jump up from his seat, demand the name of the reckless person who was causing trouble to Baekhyun and his friend and drag them to the Duat. No. Even better. He would rip their heart out and keep it. Thereby both scaring as scarring the bastard for eternity.
Before he could do such a thing, however, the voice in his mind reminded Anubis of the fact it was not his place to act. He knew he couldn’t take care of this in Baehyun’s stead. That wasn’t what his son had asked of him to do. Besides, his son was a grown-up, independent young man who could take care of things on his own. He had proved it to Anubis on multiple occasions, so he should trust his son. Swallowing the lethal poison of anger which lay on the tip of his tongue away, Anubis did rise from his seat. “A self-defense class sounds like a good thing to do.” His voice being remarkable void of any emotion, the storm in his eyes told a different story. “I will not approve of you owning a gun, however. If not only for what has happened to you.” Referring to the time a loose bullet had found its way to Baekhyun’s vulnerable body he turned on his heels to head to one of the closets in his living room. “Besides son, we fight more with swords than with guns.”
Opening one of the closets he eyed the Khopesh laying inside for a moment, as if he had to make up his mind while in fact it already had been long made. Picking the sword up he turned around so Baekhyun could see the thick, crescent shaped blade with both a hook and point on the end. “This weapon will surely protect you. I can teach you how to use it, if you want?”
Possibilities
Continued with @jinsilxmp from here
“There are a lot of people who think otherwise.” She said softly, a ghost of a smile on her features. She flipped another page in the journal she was reading, eyes darting from picture to picture, paragraph to paragraph. All things that she’s read countless times before—memorized even. She sighs as she looks about all the adventures that her mother had taken. All the adventures she had the chance to take because of her decision all those years ago.
“I wonder sometimes how I would have turned out if she hadn’t given me up, you know.” she says without missing a beat. Turning another page, she continues on. “Would I still be this intelligent? Would I have turned out kinder? Less reckless? Less selfish? Less..” she paused to look at the god seated across from her. “.. less like the person that I am now?”
The god liked to spend time around Jinsil. The spirit she possessed was so remarkably close to her father’s that he almost felt young again whenever he was around her. Thoth used to bring up countless of possible scenarios back in the day and of course he wished to discuss every single one of them. It’s thanks to his friend that Anubis had developed such a great sense of imagination. Since it was crucial to possess (next to the necessary common sense) when one discussed possibilities and alternate universes.
So when he found himself to be seated in one of the chairs at Jinsil’s ‘study’, Anubis peacefully watched how she flipped through the pages of the journal. The information on the pages slowly being both taken in again as remembered by the demigoddess. Enjoying this moment of tranquility, a smile broke through when Jinsil finally posed her first question. Yet it was gone again before she looked up at him, mostly because it was not proper to smile when someone was posing you these vulnerable questions.
“You would have turned out different yes.” Anubis replied instantly as he got up from his seat. “But that doesn’t mean less.” Heading toward the desk, the god went to sit down on it in. His back turned to face the wall behind Jinsil, he turned his upper body and head so he could look down at her. “I’ve come to find that thinking about ‘what if’s’ and ‘could have been-s’ is quite unfulfilling.” Flashing her a gentle and caring smile, almost fatherly even, he then shrugged, “But I shall indulge you. How do you think you would turn out?”
“I pictured your face a thousand times.”
It took Anubis a moment before herealized who he was talking to. The Queen of the Underworld didn’t carry thatcertain vibe other gods related tothe dead had about them. Yet once she had told her name he instantly knew whoshe was. “I’m delighted to finally meet you, Persephone.”
Bowing his head in dignity for the Queen,a warm smile appeared on his lips at her remark. “I think you must be talking about my jackal-likeappearance?” Although he was quite sure Persephone was indeed talking about it,he still put it as a question to be polite. “Although I must admit I’m quitecharmed by your words regardless of the case.”
