#;anubis

[audaciiae]

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

— Isaac to Anubis 🥺

"Hmm, where did you learn to say such pretty things?"

Anubis smirks playfully, walking his fingers up Isaac's back as he simply admires him. There is some kind of great irony in this, he thinks. He's spent so long not bothering with mortals other than playing his role in their deaths that he never even considered that he might fall in love with one. It's always seemed so utterly unimaginable to him. Now that it's happened, he does think it's a little funny.

Ah, well, he cherishes Isaac, truly. He has such an air about him that drew Anubis in from day one. Mortals and their odd definition of morals would make this a scandal (and how sad is that?) but he simply can't stay away. "We will have to come clean to your father eventually. How do you think he's going to feel about this? Not that I care, but I would rather not estrange you from your entire family if it can be helped."

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[audaciiae]

❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞

Anubis and Horus <3

A tender glimpse beneath the surface || Accepting

"Well, I would do it more, but you know how busy things are."

As a death god, he never really catches a break. People die every second of every day. He has help, of course, because not even he can be in ten places at once, but his plate is still extremely full. Anubis knows that he hasn't been as present as he should be, and he does feel sorry for that, so he rolls over onto his side to face Horus, a playful grin on his face.

"We don't need to sleep, though. I think you're just saying it as an excuse to keep me here." He's teasing, a hand coming up to gently brush Horus' hair out of his eyes. His work is neverending, but he tries his best to make as much time for Horus as he can. "Have I been neglecting you? You should allow me to make it up to you."

[audaciiae]

❝  healing isn’t always about putting yourself back together the way you were.  it’s about making something new out of the pieces that are left.  ❞ ( I think Anubis to start, for obvious reasons )

Anubis hums, glancing over at the other with a quirked brow from where he sits. He is not one to really throw himself in the affairs of others, content with his duties as they are. He supposed that Saint would find him eventually. All the whispers of Set's reincarnation don't set him on edge like it might anyone else. He does not fear, for what exactly does he have to fear? He lifts his head, lets out a sigh, then shrugs.

"I find it ironic when you say such things, considering." He snorts, looking back down at the list of names in front of him. The life of a death god is not one of leisure. The fact that he has been found in a rare still moment is shocking enough on its own. Perhaps that's why he entertains it at all. "Why have you sought me out? I can't help but be curious." Anubis rolls up the scroll, tilting his head. "Some might say that the curiosity of a god is cursed, however. Take that how you will."

[audaciiae]

❛ I like you more than I planned. ❜

— Isaac to Anubis

Popular tropes || Accepting

"Hmm, is that so? You'll have to tell me more." Anubis says this rather amusedly, his finger absently tracing along the rim of his glass. What shock and scandal this might cause if anyone were to see, but he is not bound by mortal scrutiny. Nor does he really care what others think. He has seen the rise and fall of many civilizations, of many people more close-minded than this, and he would be here long after they were gone.

Let him enjoy this moment, then, eyeing Isaac with a hint of a grin. He wouldn't do anything to put his reputation at stake, of course. Mortals rely a lot on outer appearances, especially in positions of power. He knows how precarious this all is.

"You should tell me exactly what it is that you like. I'm curious." Or he just likes the praise. Regardless, he tilts his head, taking a sip of his drink. "What exactly draws a man like you to a man like me?"

[audaciiae]

"just tell me one thing: is this real?"

-Isaac to Anubis

The americans || Accepting

"Hmm, as real as you want it to be."

If there's one thing Anubis has been good at in his long existence, it's been not involving himself with mortals or their affairs. As much as possible anyways. Taking them to the afterlife is one thing. Personally getting into their silly, little lives and the problems they get themselves in is another. Yet he felt the pull of something terrible happening, another war which would claim countless lives. Not many people worship his pantheon anymore, but there are enough that he knows he has to prepare.

Meeting Isaac had not been part of that plan in the slightest. Despite his resolve, he found himself involved. In more ways than one. As they lay there in each other's arms, Anubis can't help but wonder how he got to this point. Real as it is, it would have to be kept secret. What a scandal it would be if they were ever caught together.

Petty, petty affairs.

"As far as I know, I am here...and so are you." He snorts, sitting up slightly. "And we both made a conscious choice. So yes, this is real. Are you happy with that?"

[mpxphobetor-blog]

❝ did you hear that? ❞

Phobetor’s head whirled in the general direction of where whatever noise was made, came from. It was so dark, it was hard for someone like him who was used to such darkness could barely see his own hands.

“Yes, I heard that, but I can’t see shit right now Anubis.”

Clumsily walking around in the dark with his eyes squinted, he tried to find the other as he touched the damp walls of this horrid place they decided to visit. Slowly, he finally touched some fabric of some sort; pulling at it blindly.

“Is this you?”