#mphorus

[mpwukong]

Hate to Love You ft Wukong&Horus @mphorus​ 

With the soft tap of his leather soled shoes against the tiled entrance way, Wukong pauses as he glances around the silent University lobby. Above him a large, ornate clock chimes a late hour, and outside each arched window was the dark of night. “Heh-” chuckling softly to himself, the Director lifts his arm to glance unnecessarily down at the face of his clunky silver watch, as he mentally notches one to him. Wukong vs Horus in the long raging battle of who would be late to meet who. As each minute ticks past their agreed meeting time his smugness only grows. They had gotten that pedantic. 

“Tut tut, old friend-” he calls out, slowly turning on the spot with a scuff of his shoes as his grin widens, one hand still casually resting in the pant leg of his suit, whilst the other runs along his jaw. “Keeping the most important man in Mount Phoenix waiting-” he announces, voice carried by the amphitheatre of the lobby with it’s high ceiling and long corridor. It was a nice building, he’ll give it that, but stuffy and old, much like his dear friend and Dean, Horus. 

[manixmp]

overdue | horus & mani

@mphorus

His closed fist hovers an inch or two away from the closed door, frozen in place by nothing else other than his own fears. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and wills himself to knock. But nothing. He remains frozen in place for a minute or two longer before exhaling the breath and backing away from the door. A thought crosses his mind. The thought that maybe he could catch Horus another day. Talk to him another day. Explain himself another day.

As if he hadn’t already shown up at the university with the intent to talk with the headmaster a handful of times, only to retreat like a dog with his tail between his legs when his courage failed him. A string of excuses fueling his cowardice as he made his escape. Horus didn’t want to see him. Horus was probably busy. Horus probably hates him. Probably. If he did, he could hardly blame the other god. Especially with how he just disappeared. And if Horus didn’t hate him, that was a pleasant surprise. Regardless, the moon god hated himself to make up for the other’s absence of malice.

Mani sighs and takes a step toward the door once more. He was a coward. A complete and utter coward. The first thing he’d been taught when he came into existence was how to run and for the longest time, that was all he knew how to do. But it was something he wanted to change. Something that he needed to change, and he needed to start somewhere. Maybe here was a good place to start.

It takes every fiber of his being to close the distance between himself and the door and actually knock this time. A rush of adrenaline rushing through him when his knuckles rap against the hardwood gently. The moon god feels accomplished for a moment, but that moment is so short lived. When the door opens, an array of emotions cross his face. Happiness, relief, shame, and fear. The fear lingers longer than the rest, but he wills himself to speak. “Do you have some time to talk?” he asks simply, softly, a gentle smile displayed on his face in hopes of masking his other emotions.

[mpxmelody]

accidental nepotism*

Starter for @mphorus

Melody bounced on her toes, fidgeting while she stood outside her father’s office, hands clenched together in front of her. She wasn’t nervous to see her father, she was so very excited to see him in person after only corresponding when they could the past few years. Her deep brown eyes scanned the hallway she paced in, picking up on the art hanging along the walls, elegantly displaying that this is the administration area of the university. Mel thought about showing up at his door as a surprise but she was too impatient for that so here she was outside his office. The receptionist told her that he was in a meeting with a few professors or something and that she had to wait, which wasn’t what she planned originally so she was practically buzzing in her boots. As she waited she went through all the possible reactions she could get from Horus, good reactions, bad reactions, neutral reactions - anything to prepare her no matter how he chose to greet her. She was most curious if he would greet her as a professor or his child first… seeing as she was now both.

It was how she chose to distract herself and keep herself busy so she didn’t wander too far. Choosing to tap her toes, bounce her knees, and pace up and down the hallway. Despite still recovering from the jet lag of flying from the US all the way to Korea, she had quite the burst of energy as she anticipated seeing her father again. Melody was mid step across the hall from the door to his office when it swung open, emerging was someone she did not recognize whom she assumed was the other professor he was meeting with. She gave them a quick and polite bow as they passed by her before she stood straight and was met with Horus. He was easily recognizable to her, then again he could be quite recognizable to anyone given his eyes. Melody gave him a smile and stepped closer before shoving her hands in her pockets to keep from fidgeting. The smile never faded from her lips as she greeted him, obviously quite excited and happy to see him.

“Hey there pops. Miss me?”

[exmposiris]

[ mythical son ]

@mphorus

there are days when osiris isn’t quite ready to be faced with the egyptians yet. days when he’d much rather move to one of the other pantheon’s apartment buildings just so he doesn’t have to come across any of them accidentally. as it is he has yet to actually go to his own apartment, having spent his days roaming this interesting city day and night. and he really hasn’t tired yet of discovering and exploring, of finding his way into official buildings just to check them out, of seeing and learning and imprinting this city into his memories so he might never forget its magnificence.

and then there is today. a day where he’d been wandering through the university hallways and found on one of its doors a name so familiar it temporarily stopped him short in his tracks. he spends some time just looking at it, smiling from the get-go, though he doesn’t yet enter the room. he knows the owner of the name is inside, knows it the way he knows the egyptians connected to him. still it takes him a moment, a deep breath, the decision that the time is right, the time is now, and if he has to start coming out about his existence to the egyptians other than his underworld companions then horus is the one to start with.

so he knocks, opens the door, waltzes into the office with the confidence of someone who has every right and reason to be there. his eyes take in the place, the decorations, the style, and then they zone in on the man himself. it’s automatic, outside of rhyme or reason; he starts to smile. it has been thousands and thousands of years since he has last seen horus, but it takes a single look to make him just as happy and proud as the first time.

“hello, son,” he says jokingly, plenty amusement and warmth in his voice as he tilts his head to the side a little and lets his eyes drink in the man opposite him. healthy, strong, beautiful. “it’s been, what? some several millennia? it’s good to see you. you’re looking good, too. what’s popping?”

[sethxmp]

[ hit ]

Just as before Set made the mistake of being overly presumptuous about thinking Horus was too afraid of him to face him given how he always had his guard up whenever they were in the same room together. The god had indulged in the feeling of knowing his mere presence was enough to distress the younger god that he didn’t think about the consequences that tormenting him again would entail. Though, in his defence, this time around he was playing the good uncle and not doing anything bad but still. He and Horus had past and the hatred for each other run deep, in fact neither of the two had moved on.

Even so Set wasn’t expecting to be attacked so suddenly when he’s done nothing bad yet. The sky god had jumped him so fast (thanks to the aid of his wings) that all Tekh could do was shield himself. When he lifted his gaze to look at the enraged Horus his own eyes turned from black to red. “You don’t want to do this, trust me” he hissed. 

[excabra]

“you be careful. i know you want to learn this, but you have to be patient, too.”

Cabra looked up at the professor from where he had shoved the book away and it had fallen off his table, Cabra growled a little, “Look Horus, don’t talk to me about patience okay. Patience, thy name is Cabrakan..” he grumbled with another frown. “I don’t need to learn this I already know it, just give me the test so I can get the new qualification that I don’t need because I already have… So what if it’s a Russian qualification from 60 years ago.” He ranted, again, and slumped back in the chair, his thick bare arms crossed over his chest. Cabra needed the qualification to do the work he loved, helping his psychiatric patience with their counselling and therapy.