osiris

egyptian god of resurrection lord of the dead

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...) “I’m ready to go once you’re ready,” he affirmed Osiris as his love suggested the time to move out. Excitement and anticipation for the new chapter of their story remained bright in his eyes and smile, even though hints of sheepishness were visible around the corners of his lips at the ‘confession’, “though I don’t want to put myself through the farewell thingy, it’s just too much saying and hearing goodbyes, you know. So please help me send best wishes to our friends, won’t you, love? You can feel free to tell them that I’m too cowardly to say those things to them on my own, ‘cause that’s the truth.”

osiris can’t help but snort out a laugh when tohil says he should let his team know he’s eloping with him, shaking his head a little at his lover’s antics. “you’re incorrigible,” he says, but it’s said so fondly that there’s no doubt over how he feels about that. it is why he leans in, pressing his forehead briefly against tohil’s hair - the only part of his lover that’s currently not painted.

when the mayan god then admits to not wanting to say farewell to people, osiris hums and nods, understanding that tohil is just not really cut out for that. “tell me their names and i’ll inform everyone,” he says simply, before drawing tohil further into his chest once they’ve made it to the elevator. “tomorrow,” he stresses then, as if to signal that they’re done with the topic right now. then he breathes out a content little sigh.

“right now let’s take a shower to get all this paint off of you so that i may kiss you properly again without turning blue.” he grins lightly after those words, something sparkling in his eyes as he leans in close, but just not close enough to touch. “i’ll help you wash your back,” he says fondly, warmly, a little teasing glint in his eyes. “maybe other body parts as well.”

then he winks, and lets go of tohil entirely to walk out of the elevator again and into the hallway, to go unlock his apartment door so they can get ready for bed, and whatever new adventure lies ahead for them after tomorrow.

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...) “When are we leaving?” The real question was asked once their eyes met again. Under the blue paint, Tohil felt his skin warm up with readiness and anticipation. “Now?”

to tohil’s initial reply he wants to protest that it hadn’t been as simple as that for a long time, but that’s a fight he’s really not looking to have, because it is like that now and that’s all that matters anymore. so instead of fighting uselessly, he merely smiles, squeezes tohil’s hand a little tighter and leans in briefly to rest his head on his lover’s shoulder.

“not right now,” he protests tohil’s seeming enthusiasm to get out, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “right now i want to go home with you, share the bed and fall asleep to your heart beating beneath my ear. no; i have to make some arrangements, let all the right people know, and then...” he hums softly as he thinks about it, thinks about the steps he should take. he is part of the council, after all, chief of police. tohil is chief of the fire department. they should at least address their people personally before they go.

he wants to also say goodbye to the friends he’s made here or those of them that reside on the island now. like yoongi, angela, yanluo, sol, eros, amaterasu. it’s common decency, and osiris has never been anything but decent, at least to the people he cares for, the ones that matter. 

“after that, though...” he lifts his head briefly so he can share a smile with his lover. “let’s say goodbye to everyone we need to say goodbye to and then leave tomorrow night.”

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

it’s a peaceful quiet that has overtaken him now that the festivities lie fully behind them. he’s still shirtless and covered in tohil’s fire but he actually quite likes the way it wraps him up, makes him certain that his lover is still with him, right there next to him. not that they’re not holding hands like they have been for the bigger part of the evening whenever they found themselves next to each other, but still. the extra layer of reassurance and comfort makes him feel warm inside. and yet, when he walks slowly towards his apartment, where he’s already asked tohil to spend the rest of the night with him, he finds himself looking around the city with a certain feeling wrapping around his heart and squeezing at his throat almost gently.

the sign is subtle, but obvious enough, and with it having been around for a while now, he thinks it’s perhaps time to finally give in to its insistent pull. still, there is one complication now, an unexpected one, but one that he does not take lightly. one that he wants to treat right.

“tohil,” he says softly after a moment, treasuring the gentle path the flames trace across his skin, almost the same way his thumb traces a path over the back of tohil’s hand, over the side of his lover’s thumb. “love. i think i need to leave this place for a while.” he turns his gaze away from the city then so that he can look at his lover’s face, let his gaze trail over those familiar features, even when they’ve been streaked with blue paint and addled to look more like his own form once upon a time. “i need to let the memories of this place become true memories before i can live here again in the future.”

he breathes out a slow sigh, his thumb still running gently over tohil’s skin, grounding him, linking him to the one thing he could not bear to leave behind, not now that he so recently managed to get it back into his life. “would you-” he pauses, then starts again. “will you come with me?”

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

a thousand winters.

mpxyanluo​:

(...) Point made to where it should be, Yanluo begins to mix the flour and dough in the bowl, completely obtuse to Osiris’ clingy habits. He’s used to it, and doesn’t really mind all that much despite his standoffish aura. But Osiris is also…Osiris. Somewhat wholesome, one of his first unexpected friends on the island, and empathizes in their domain. Still, Yanluo’s brow furrows deep, both in concentration to the dough that rolls under his palm and the question that forms on his tongue.

"Have you ever been to the China mainland? Or the coasts of the Yellow Sea?”

it’s not hard to imagine yanluo thinking of resurrection as messy. for osiris, it’s a deal in feelings and emotions, after all, both things that don’t seem very up the chinese god’s alley. then again; he’s long learned that gods can still surprise you in every way. humans do all the time, but even gods aren’t so set in their ways that they can’t occasionally do something unexpected.

when he’s next scolded for not being careful, osiris can only grin, bright eyes softening down to something warm at the concern yanluo shows him in his own cold and detached way. then the chinese god seems overtaken by his own wonderings, before asking the question that osiris had decided against. he doesn’t let any of that show on his features, just grins again.

“why’s that? do i remind you of your home? do i feel like your longtime lover?” he wiggles his eyebrows obnoxiously as he plasters himself even closer to yanluo’s side, rubbing his cheek fondly against the chinese god’s shoulder. then he promptly switches to chinese, just because he can and he feels like it as he continues talking. “do i make you feel at home, darling? is there someone you’re hoping i could have been?”

his grin is just as obnoxious as his words, as the tone of his voice, as the playfulness to all of his actions, but his arms are gentle in the way they hold on to the god now and he does actually pause to see if there is someone in particular yanluo is thinking of, someone he might be reminiscing because of osiris’ presence.

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...) “Osiris, I-” Such a miracle that Tohil was still able to find his voice, but that was it, that was all of the syllables his parching throat could utter while the surprise in his eyes started to shift, quickly, into the flame that only his love could ignite.  

he prides himself on it being the first time that he manages to completely make tohil speechless for all the right reasons, and so he pulls back a little when the mayan god’s words trail off into nothing but a loaded silence, the fire in tohil’s gaze communicating more than his words ever could anyway. still, he breathes out a soft smile, reaches up to brush his fingers tenderly through tohil’s hair, then over his forehead, down his temple, the apple of his cheek, his jaw. when they come to a stop around tohil’s lips, his smile widens with warmth and something else, something indescribable.

when he leans forward again, it’s to connect their lips only briefly. “keep me,” he repeats himself after. “keep me and i’ll keep you. i’ll find you. i’ll tell you everything. i’ll tell you all you need to know to know me, to know this thing between us, to know us. if you keep me i’ll keep you. i’ll keep you forever, darling.” his words are but whispers, breathed out against tohil’s skin, against the curve of his throat, against the line of his shoulder. he nuzzles tohil’s collarbone and then moves back up so he can look into the mayan god’s eyes again. those beautiful, shining eyes, so full of warmth and love and recognition. oh, osiris could never love another the way he loves tohil, the way he has always loved tohil. there is no one else who stirs these feelings inside of him to this extent, no one else he would give everything to. his very soul if it was asked of him, no doubt.

“my darling,” he repeats, gentle yet firm. possessive. like giving tohil a place to belong. here, here, here, in his arms, pinned underneath him, held close to his chest. in his heart, in his soul, in the very core of his being. “my love.” everything about this feels overwhelming, yet at the same time it feels so right, like there is no other way for them to be but together. together like this. no worries, no insecurities, no thoughts but of each other.

and so he lowers himself further slides down the length of the couch until he can press himself against his lover’s side, closer than they have been in decades, even centuries, because even if they shared a bed before, their hearts had never been connected as they are now, and he makes sure his body an soul can feel it, pressing their bodies together, feeling tohil’s heart beat beneath his palm, his own heart thudding where his chest rests against tohil’s side. the couch is a tight fit but they don’t need more space than this. just enough space for him to press his lips to the mayan god’s jaw, then replace it with his forehead and close his eyes, relaxing in this bubble of space that is theirs alone.

[exmposiris]

Osiris is going dressed as Tohil for Hallow’s Eve. The impressive flames licking over his skin will be provided by the Mayan fire god @mptohilx himself who is also his date for the night, while the hot bod (+ washboard abs) will be provided by yours truly.

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...) There was a rare-to-be-seen sheepish grin on the Mayan god’s face as he looked into Osiris’ eyes and said, with love oozing out from his own sparkling eyes, “Can we be together? Like, officially together? I know I’m not the best at commitment, but uhmm…let me try? I want to try to be good for you, so, pretty please?” 

tohil responds to his words in kind, with so much ease and conviction that there is no way he could think the mayan god is not being serious. and then a sheepish little smile blooms on tohil’s face, an expression he hasn’t seen often before on this vessel but that he treasures all the more because of it. and then the next words are spoken and osiris briefly just... buffers.

he’s just looking down at the man he’s still got pressed up against his counter, taking in the hopeful gaze he’s being looked at with, processing the fact that tohil asked this of him, so quickly, so suddenly, so willingly. it takes him a good few seconds to manage to move past that, but then he breathes in slowly, his fingers flexing where they rest in tohil’s sides.

“try,” he echoes the word softly, not like an accusation, but like he’s tasting it on his tongue to see whether he likes it or not. he knows tohil is bad at commitment, his last round proved that more than plenty, but the fact that this god is willing to try for him? he doesn’t know anything more beautiful and wondrous than that. he doesn’t know anything he would like more, either, not right now.

“that’s it,” he says quite decidedly then, as he makes up his mind, straightening up and letting go of tohil’s sides just so he can take hold of the mayan god’s hands and start pulling him out of the kitchen, their dinner forgotten on the turned off stove, his freshly made pasta more than fine where it’s still in the fridge. “i’m ordering us dinner and kidnapping you to the couch.” he does exactly that, pulling tohil along with him until they’ve reached his couch, where he then gently pushes the other god down upon it, head on the armrest so he can move over him, one knee on each side of tohil’s middle.

“don’t try,” he says then, but it’s said softly, with great warmth while he reaches down and gently brushes a finger over tohil’s cheek. “don’t try to be good for me. you are good for me. all you need to do is stay with me. love me. show me.” and then, as if to give an example of exactly how one could do that, he leans in to kiss the other god again, slow but deep, lingering. “keep me, lover mine,” he eventually whispers against tohil’s lips, in between one kiss and the next, and really ordering dinner will have to wait until later, because he’s devouring something else first.

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[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...)  “Let me help with dinner, yes?” he still tried to bargain, however, since there was no way Tohil would allow himself to be more than two meters away from Osiris for the rest of the night. And for the rest of tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And forever and ever, it seemed. “At least I can take hot things out and put them on the plates, no sweats!”

tohil seems to really struggle with the choice between dinner or cuddles, but osiris simply stands and waits for his friend to make the decision. in the end it seems dinner is a more pressing matter, though tohil seems reluctant to leave him alone either way, offering yet again to help with dinner and making the offer more attractive by speaking of his more useful qualities. it takes just that; just tohil trying to make himself useful, trying to make sure osiris won’t send him away again, for the egyptian god to lose his earlier composure again.

where he’d been keeping a respectable distance between their bodies and giving tohil the space and time to decide just before, he suddenly surges forward, hands coming up this time to take hold of tohil’s face more solidly, pulling the mayan god into another kiss. this time he’s not as gentle as he was before, not as carefully held back, not as considerate of his partner. this time he’s demanding, claiming every little bit of air from the mayan god’s lungs as he presses both their lips and their bodies together.

he doesn’t care anymore about propriety. let the flames burn down his entire apartment and both their vessels altogether if it is too much; the physical need to be as close to tohil as possible, to kiss him like this, passionate and demanding, is too great to keep it at bay any longer. time could as well become mist as he moves his hands from tohil’s face down his body so he can manoeuvre them around until the mayan god is the one pressed against the counter and osiris the one crowding him against it, standing as close as is physically possible.

and when he then, eventually, pulls away for air, he opens his eyes and looks into tohil’s eyes with his very own fire burning behind his eyes. “you,” he says then, and his expression slowly shifts into an amused little smirk, though there’s nothing about his next words that he thinks is in any way funny. “i love you.”

[exmposiris]

lady’s room

mpahri​:

(...) “Fine,” she huffed softly now, clutching her towel and facing the other way. She wished she had the kind of demigod powers that allowed her to hear more accurately. Or at least figure out what exactly the Egyptian god was about to do.

osiris can’t help the little smirk that grows on his face when ahri mentions missing out on the one time she gets to see a god use their powers. giving a shrug of his shoulders as if to indicate it can’t be helped, he waits for her to turn around. luckily she does, and he keeps looking for a moment longer to make sure she really doesn’t turn back before he calmly turns to the door.

it really takes him less than twenty seconds to pull his lockpicks from his pocket and get the door open. when he manages, he puts his tools back into his pocket first and then calmly tries the door handle a few times before humming.

“alright,” he says. “here you are, miss mcluhan. all good for you to get back to your bathroom and put on some clothes.” he pushes the door open just enough for it to not fall closed again before turning to face the demigoddess again fully, a warm smile now blooming on his face. “is there anything else i can help you with today?”

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“why don’t we” behind | rain

[exmposiris]

a thousand winters.

mpxyanluo​:

(...) “On this island, we need all the law and order we can get. But that doesn’t mean I want to see your face in my hospital anytime soon.”

to say osiris is surprised by yanluo’s honesty about that particular stick is definitely an understatement, but he manages to do nothing too weird. he just laughs, shakes his head and then grins brightly at his friend before following him inside of the apartment. when he is commanded to let go and head into the kitchen, he does exactly that. he puts some water to boil as he was instructed and then watches yanluo head around his own kitchen 

when the attention returns to him, it’s only briefly, with an offhand comment about something the department got up to. he perks up noticeably, and then grins when he’s told yanluo doesn’t want to see him in the hospital anytime soon. “aw, you don’t want me to get hurt? that’s so darling of you,” he says in an overly sweet tone of voice, clearly teasing his friend a little. “don’t worry, though, if things get too heated i can just let myself get killed. i can heal anything by simply resurrecting.”

he beams an easy grin his friend’s way, and then promptly leaves his water boiling duty so he can go over and hang off of the chinese god all over again, sides pressed together as he squeezes the other god close for a moment. he’s ever so comfortable in yanluo’s presence, more than a little content to just stand this closely together and bask in the presence of another person.

especially this person, who feels so familiar and comfortable that osiris is quite certain they must have met before in some other life. he’s hesitant to ask, though.

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(...) “Osiris, I…” His brain stuck there, words barely heard as they came in gasps. In the middle of the brief yet intense emotional overload, Tohil sought comfort in no other but Osiris. With his sweaty forehead resting on his love’s shoulder and eyes squeezed shut, Tohil strived to chase his breath and calmed his crazy heartbeats down, hands still clinging tight to Osiris, silently begging him not to let go.

tohil had always run hotter than most regular humans did, and so osiris had perhaps always had an inkling that his lover - husband at the time - was more than what he seemed to be, but it’s never been clearer than in this very moment, when their kiss seems to spark a heat that is undeniable to either of them. he’s swept away by the intensity of their kiss, not just the touch of their bodies, but the way tohil seems to lose himself in it, the way nothing else seems more important to either one of them. 

then tohil whimpers into it, the sound cutting right to the very core of his being, so that when the mayan god pulls away, osiris’ eyes open almost instantly to check on him. his heart beats like crazy, just like tohil’s does under the palm of his hand as well when it comes to a rest on tohil’s chest. then the god of fire breathes out his name before settling his forehead upon osiris’ shoulder and there’s nothing else for him to do than hold the other god close. one arm slips around tohil’s shoulders to pull him in, the other moves so his hand can settle in tohil’s hair, sighing softly as he turns his head slightly to press a kiss into the soft locks as well.

“i know,” he breathes his reply next to tohil’s ear, starting to run his fingers softly and sweetly through his friend’s locks. “i know, tohil.” the name is uttered like the gentlest thing in existence, and when his lips settle against tohil’s hair again, they stay there this time. his eyes close almost automatically and he holds tohil as close to his chest as possible, seeming to never want to let him go again. “i’m sorry,” he mutters after another moment of silence, only to squeeze the mayan god a little closer. not an apology for whatever’s going on now, but for everything that has come before up until this point.

there’s no saying how long they stand there, how long osiris cradles tohil in his arms like he is the most precious thing they’ve ever held. there’s no saying how much longer he could have kept standing there were it not for his phone chiming a reminder at him to take the pasta dough out of his fridge. he doesn’t instantly pull away and run to get it, but he does loosen his hold a little so he can look down at the mayan god with gentle eyes.

“shall i continue with dinner?” he asks softly, his smile warm and somewhat amused, like he’s endeared by their mutual dislike of the mere thought of letting go. but really he’s just happy to be here, to have tohil with him, to share a moment with the fire god that is not wrought with pain or guilt or anything negative like that. “or shall i cancel dinner and we just move to go cuddle on the couch?”

[exmposiris]

[ mother ]

mpxnut​:

(...) Standing up, the goddess nods her head, noting the need for a change of subject. A touchy subject, food would be the perfect antidote. “I was nearly about to cook when you stopped by. When I was last in Egypt, a young child brought me some meshabek, and I have been craving it ever since.” She leaves the couch, heading to the kitchen where she pulls out both bowls: one with batter and the other a cold syrup. “My sweet tooth has been a wretched creature lately, but there will be plenty if you seek some.”

osiris huffs out a small laugh that holds no mirth whatsoever and shakes his head. “no, mother, it’s not vengeance that i seek. i would like it very much if he were to simply no longer exist in this world or any other, but since that is impossible i live my best life whenever he’s just not around me.” he gives a simple nod of his head to indicate all that should be said about it has been said now, and then easily follows his mother to the kitchen when she precedes him.

“i will eat whatever food your hands create, mother,” he says pliantly when she offers him some sweets, already breathing in the smell of the batter and the syrup with a smile on his face, his eyes lighting up at the familiarity. “i must admit it has been a long time since i ate anything from home, though one of my friends here did make me some delicious bread not too long ago.”

he glances aside and hums briefly at the thought of angela. “perhaps it is time for me to pay her a visit again, it has been a while since last we spoke.” after that spoken contemplation, he turns to look at his mother again, smiling softly at her. “is there something i can do to help? i’m not half bad at cooking these days. i can make you the most delicious pizza from scratch some other time, too.”

[exmposiris]

[ bloodied ]

khonshu-mp​:

(...) There were more questions to be asked, and answered but he wasn’t sure if he wanted that. For now, the bigger question is where is the shipment of this special wine?

osiris just gazes at khonshu with some amusement as he seems to process what happened. it’s not that he thinks all of this is funny, and if something bad happened he will most definitely have to get to the bottom of it, but considering khonshu can’t die, it’s a little bit funny to see him so confused and wondering as to what has happened to him.

when the questions turn on him, he raises his eyebrows lightly. “well,” he says easily. “i am the chief of police and people found someone passed out and bloodied so that sounded like a good reason for me to come check it out. imagine my surprise when i get to the scene and here you are!”

he grins as he motions at his fellow god and then shrugs lightly. “i didn’t find you passed out, though, i just walked up to you as you were waking up. i helped you up earlier, you don’t remember? they must have hit you over the head real hard if you’re all conked out like that.” he pats the other god’s back for a moment and breathes out an amused little grin as he follows along with khonshu to wherever he decides to go next.

“perhaps we should head to sakura and follow your trail from there, hm?”

[exmposiris]

a thousand winters.

mpxyanluo​:

(...) Perfectly, at that time, the elevator jostles with a mechanical hum, whirring back to life. Yanluo sighs in relief, nudging Osiris with his knee. “Off. I just lost an hour of cooking time, so you’re helping me.”

yanluo calls him obnoxious and he promptly giggles in extreme satisfaction, happy to have gotten a bit of a rise out of the other god. it’s still not much, he definitely isn’t trying to get yanluo angry either, but it’s enough to make him feel a bit smug and a lot confident in his own abilities. 

he’s about to tell the chinese god that he’s really good at playing his roles, so who knows, they might have met a million times before, but then the elevator jostles and the conversation moves on as he’s being nudged to get off the chinese god’s legs. he doesn’t instantly oblige, of course, instead lets out a petulant little whine and wriggles a bit in place, unhappy about having to leave his comfortable pillow.

he does, though, eventually, and pushes himself up from the floor then as he’s told he’s going to have to help with the cooking. “certainly,” he claims easily. “i will wield knives like it’s my job and help you chop up whatever needs chopping. perhaps we will even manage to get that stick out of your ass by the end of the evening.”

as if to counteract his little jab, he almost instantly wraps his arms around yanluo’s shoulders the second they’re both standing and happily rests his chin on the man’s shoulder, nuzzling closer to his cheek. “i’m yours to command,” he says jokingly, followed by another fond little giggle.