#tanubis

[toranoya]

Pool party

@stcries-untcld The bass of the Deity club thrummed through marble and bone alike, a low heartbeat beneath incense and ozone. Anubis slipped past columns carved with prayers older than cities and waded into the pool, water cool against his dark skin, lapping at the gold of my collar. The surface caught the lights—lapis and amber—and fractured them into a hundred shifting stars.

He did not often come to places like this. The god of the dead is accustomed to quieter thresholds. But even gods tire of the weight of endings.

The water changed when it reached his thighs—salty, alive, attentive. He smiled without showing teeth. Only one god made water behave like that.

“Careful Poseidon.” Anubis turned and looked at the other god. Poseidon lounged at the edge, trident resting against his shoulder, curls damp and shining. Seafoam clung to him like a lazy crown.

“I was admiring your craftsmanship,” Anubis said, letting the water rise to his abs. “The water listens to you. That’s rare. I trust you were enjoying having it feel me up?”