“A’course I will! I’ll pick up a few fer ya, too! An’ heck–m’attempts at people end up lookin’ more reminiscent ta Cthulhu or somethin’ than people. Allow me m’dignity, my lord.” Ah, there’s no helping it, their honorifics for their god will always end up slipping out here and there.
Still as he continued on, Apath’s displeasure was hard to miss. The way their lips pressed into a line, the disapproval shining fierce in their gaze. They may yet offer more broad prayers to his pantheon outside of the ones offered solely to him, but Osiris was never welcomed to their worship. Not once. Not even the slightest bit. Apath held no love in their heart for any who wronged their god.
“…heckin’ regular ol’ Jerkface McGee is wha’ he is. Heckin’–” The rest was lost in their own mother tongue (undoubtedly a slew of insults), though they calmed themself long enough to lean down, forehead resting against his own and eyes closed.
“Wha’ev’a comfort I can off’a ya, I’m glad fer. S’th’leas’ I can do fer ya, my lord, my god, my Lord Anubis.” He, who had given their life purpose again. He, who gave them a willingness to wake in the mornings. He, who had given them someone to follow to the end of their days. He, who had given them one to believe in. He, who had given them one to offer their devotion to. No, there is nothing Apath wouldn’t do for him.
“Wanna go out fer coffee or somethin’? Anythang ta take yer mind off’a it?”
“One you like then? Can I have that at least?” The title makes him smile even as he shakes his head. It’s still strange to hear such terms of address after so long. “You’re never going to call me Annie are you?” Honestly, it’s a name he isn’t all that fond of, but he just wants to watch their reaction to the question if he’s honest.
A swell of affection as Apath insults Osiris. How many would be willing to take his side against the God Kings? Not many that much is for sure. Even now, the pantheon follow him. A greedy fragment of stolen glory. It’s painful to see all that he has and know he doesn’t deserve it. Not just his own throne, but his fathers chance too.
The touch to his head is calming and Anubis purrs, a single rumbling breath in his throat. “Can we go for tea instead? I don’t like coffee.” He looks up at them with a smile, truly grateful for their presence and continued being. Even if they didn’t worship him, Anubis is sure he would still love them.
