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Good. Humans would have no business and no right to see so much of you
Tell me the truth, brother... I don't believe you still fear me after so long, so what is it you feel? Hate? Revulsion?
Tell me the truth, brother... I don't believe you still fear me after so long, so what is it you feel? Hate? Revulsion?
I mean sure, if they want to. I've never felt like Aunt Neph likes me very much.
People are just so BORING, uncle. I wish more gods would just relocate here for good.
People are just so BORING, uncle. I wish more gods would just relocate here for good.
"Starting to wish I wasn't." A half-joke about Sieun's ugly crying and his own pain. He's surprised he could stay unconscious like that. Whatever happened to him must've been bad. That fight... It must've been bad. Everything still feels hazy, like sleep doesn't want to give up its hold just yet, but Suho's fighting for it. He can't take a little nap when Sieun's right there and so obviously upset. Once his friend is calmer, more composed, he'll pretend to forget this ever happened and ask him for the details of what happened to him after his memory goes blank.
[ continued ]
They should've known better than to let this happen from the start. Then again, flirting with danger is something they both seem to have in common. The crime lord and his bodyguard, how very clichΓ©. He's sure there was some popular BL series about just such a thing a few years ago. And yet here he is, making the rookie mistake of getting involved with one of his bodyguards.
They're not exactly sneaking around, but they're not flaunting it either. A bad move for either of them to do that. Obvious weaknesses and all that. Yohan can't get a bodyguard for his bodyguard. Though, Siwoo does pretty much watch out for whomever Yohan's close with, even if it's unofficially. Siwoo is, hopefully, the only one who realizes what's going on between them.
At the appointed time, a familiar nondescript black car with tinted windows pulls up at Jun's place. Yohan's in the back seat looking more casual than usual in a white polo shirt with his grey tweed suit. He's out on personal business tonight, and maybe he doesn't want to draw too much attention to it by walking into a place looking like he's wearing a year of someone's salary. In case Jun isn't waiting, he shoots off a quick text.
I'm here.
They should've known better than to let this happen from the start. Then again, flirting with danger is something they both seem to have in common. The crime lord and his bodyguard, how very clichΓ©. He's sure there was some popular BL series about just such a thing a few years ago. And yet here he is, making the rookie mistake of getting involved with one of his bodyguards.
They're not exactly sneaking around, but they're not flaunting it either. A bad move for either of them to do that. Obvious weaknesses and all that. Yohan can't get a bodyguard for his bodyguard. Though, Siwoo does pretty much watch out for whomever Yohan's close with, even if it's unofficially. Siwoo is, hopefully, the only one who realizes what's going on between them.
At the appointed time, a familiar nondescript black car with tinted windows pulls up at Jun's place. Yohan's in the back seat looking more casual than usual in a white polo shirt with his grey tweed suit. He's out on personal business tonight, and maybe he doesn't want to draw too much attention to it by walking into a place looking like he's wearing a year of someone's salary. In case Jun isn't waiting, he shoots off a quick text.
I'm here.
(( Emmanuel has a keener sense for the supernatural and inhuman among them than most baseline human people. Whatever it is he feels when he walks into the cafe is startling, to put it mildly. In his defense, he's never been, to his knowledge, in the presence of an actual deity before. Maybe all this talk about the old gods of Egypt isn't just some self-aggrandizing delusion. Well, the theological ramifications of that being possibly true can be pondered at a later time. Right now, he's here to meet someone.
Someone who appears to be waving him over. Someone from whom an immense kind of power seems to radiate. It feels like the sort of pressure of being too deep under water. IF Emmanuel faltered at all, it was only for a fraction of a second before he willed his feet toward the stranger. Toward him and into the seat across from him.
The gloves draw his attention longer than he would've liked for the other to see. It's not usual to see someone wearing gloves indoors. Perhaps his hands would draw more attention without them. ))
What did you want to discuss?
Someone who appears to be waving him over. Someone from whom an immense kind of power seems to radiate. It feels like the sort of pressure of being too deep under water. IF Emmanuel faltered at all, it was only for a fraction of a second before he willed his feet toward the stranger. Toward him and into the seat across from him.
The gloves draw his attention longer than he would've liked for the other to see. It's not usual to see someone wearing gloves indoors. Perhaps his hands would draw more attention without them. ))
What did you want to discuss?
[Osiris's power is benevolent, at the least, but it would certainly be overwhelming to someone who's sensitive to such vibrations. It also carries a tinge of shadow because of his bonds with Duat and the fear of death that has gripped humanity with the advent of Hell, but no actual threat. He's also rather thoroughly covered from head to foot, even including a turtleneck that reaches right to his chin, so Emmanuel's thought about not looking quite right seems to be right on the money.
Ah, so Emmanuel's all business. Fair enough. They've got enough of it to get through, after all.]
I won't waste your time with any more careful talk, as you've obviously trusted us enough to get this far. [He folds his hands neatly on the table in front of him.] My true identity is Osiris of the Nile delta. This isn't my original form, only one that lets me move amongst humanity without being taken for a lunatic. The sister you spoke to was Nephthys, and we have strong reason to believe that our brother, Setekh, is the one running the cult that threatens to take over this city.
[Osiris's mouth twitches ever so slightly when he adds:]
Mistaking him for a demon was understandable, but I trust you understand how easily it could have proven fatal if we didn't step in.
Ah, so Emmanuel's all business. Fair enough. They've got enough of it to get through, after all.]
I won't waste your time with any more careful talk, as you've obviously trusted us enough to get this far. [He folds his hands neatly on the table in front of him.] My true identity is Osiris of the Nile delta. This isn't my original form, only one that lets me move amongst humanity without being taken for a lunatic. The sister you spoke to was Nephthys, and we have strong reason to believe that our brother, Setekh, is the one running the cult that threatens to take over this city.
[Osiris's mouth twitches ever so slightly when he adds:]
Mistaking him for a demon was understandable, but I trust you understand how easily it could have proven fatal if we didn't step in.
(( Oh, yes. He's young by all estimations. Young for a human. Young for an exorcist. Young for a priest. Just full young. But also full of experience and more than his fair share of tragedy, which brings an appropriate gravitas to his bearing. Perhaps that's less important to, what he can safely assume is yet another god. ))
Any chance my refusal would be accepted?
(( Sorry, Harris. He'll take one glance at the proffered hand and decidedly ignore it. ))
Any chance my refusal would be accepted?
(( Sorry, Harris. He'll take one glance at the proffered hand and decidedly ignore it. ))
[Horus just snorts in response to that, withdrawing his hand and moving to push past Emmanuel and into the room. He's not rough by any means, but his energy is easily as imposing as his father's and his human form even more so.]
You've really got a death wish, huh? No chance. The only one who's gonna be killing Uncle Seth is me, and since you're in each other's crosshairs, you're stuck with me.
[His dark eye takes in the room with even more obvious disdain now that he's got a better view - the milky white one remains oddly stationary in his face.] Besides, I guarantee Dad'll get us a better place than this. Adjoining suites for some privacy? Room service and housekeeping? No bedbugs?
You've really got a death wish, huh? No chance. The only one who's gonna be killing Uncle Seth is me, and since you're in each other's crosshairs, you're stuck with me.
[His dark eye takes in the room with even more obvious disdain now that he's got a better view - the milky white one remains oddly stationary in his face.] Besides, I guarantee Dad'll get us a better place than this. Adjoining suites for some privacy? Room service and housekeeping? No bedbugs?
[Not long after a short but memorable in-person encounter that probably left cracks in the sidewalk from sheer energetic pressure:]
Do we know each other?
[He intuits phone numbers okay, leave me alone.]
Do we know each other?
[He intuits phone numbers okay, leave me alone.]
I'm familiar with your peoples' myths.
(( Egyptian myths are still quite popular. A testament to their enduring power, perhaps. Humans like their stories. Especially the ones that make them feel like the things that are out of the control are in someone's control. It brings comfort to believe that everything isn't chaos.
The last comment sent something dark flickering through Emmanuel's eyes. While he's certainly not a careless hunter, he's certainly not someone who would orchestrate his own end (that's a sin, after all), he does eagerly await a time when he can see his brother again. ))
I'm less concerned for myself than for others.
(( Egyptian myths are still quite popular. A testament to their enduring power, perhaps. Humans like their stories. Especially the ones that make them feel like the things that are out of the control are in someone's control. It brings comfort to believe that everything isn't chaos.
The last comment sent something dark flickering through Emmanuel's eyes. While he's certainly not a careless hunter, he's certainly not someone who would orchestrate his own end (that's a sin, after all), he does eagerly await a time when he can see his brother again. ))
I'm less concerned for myself than for others.
["Myths." Well. It's not meant as a jab, and Osiris isn't here to challenge anyone's faith so he lets that slide. A believer at this level could be much less pleasant to someone claiming godhood than Emmanuel's been to him so far.]
Believe me, we intend to protect every life that we can, and none of us intend to take this fight entirely out of your hands either. From what I've been able to determine, it seems as though Set may have fallen in with the one called Lucifer, and we'll obviously have no power over him.
[He frowns down at the surface of his tea, Osiris's first show of real emotion.]
In fact, in the interests of full disclosure, I should say that I have very little power here whatsoever. But I have gathered information with Thoth's aid, and everything I know is yours for the taking if you believe it might help. [He's got a suitcase resting at his feet, and is just waiting for the yes or no before he opens it.]
Believe me, we intend to protect every life that we can, and none of us intend to take this fight entirely out of your hands either. From what I've been able to determine, it seems as though Set may have fallen in with the one called Lucifer, and we'll obviously have no power over him.
[He frowns down at the surface of his tea, Osiris's first show of real emotion.]
In fact, in the interests of full disclosure, I should say that I have very little power here whatsoever. But I have gathered information with Thoth's aid, and everything I know is yours for the taking if you believe it might help. [He's got a suitcase resting at his feet, and is just waiting for the yes or no before he opens it.]
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(( No need to push. As soon as Horus moves, Emmanuel steps to the side to allow him entry. If he cares at all about Harris' estimation of this room, it doesn't show. Though, at the mention of bedbugs, the priest walks over to close his suitcase. ))
I'm not particular.
(( Obviously. ))
I'm not particular.
(( Obviously. ))
[Yeah, he had a feeling that'd get anybody's ass moving, even the church mouse here.]
Lucky for you that I am, and I caught you before they took over this whole room! Hold still for a sec -
[With no more explanation than that, Horus does a long, slow circle around Emmanuel and looks him over with such intense concentration that a weaker man would probably be driven to blush. Once he's seen his fill, he finally explains:] I don't see any in your hair or clothes, for what it's worth. Now let's get out of here already... what's your name again? Michael?
[You didn't introduce yourself, Emmanuel...]
Lucky for you that I am, and I caught you before they took over this whole room! Hold still for a sec -
[With no more explanation than that, Horus does a long, slow circle around Emmanuel and looks him over with such intense concentration that a weaker man would probably be driven to blush. Once he's seen his fill, he finally explains:] I don't see any in your hair or clothes, for what it's worth. Now let's get out of here already... what's your name again? Michael?
[You didn't introduce yourself, Emmanuel...]
(( They most certainly linger far longer than absolutely necessary. How could they not in the face of a) such power and b) such interest. There are plenty of gods loitering the world in various states who pre-date Lucifer and his his God. But has he met any of them? No. Has he ever really wanted to before now? Also no. On the off chance that he ever did, he did try to learn all their names and domains, glean what he can of what's left of the humans' old beliefs.
He finally releases Seth's hand, fingers sliding over his skin in a truly wanton gesture, subtle as it is. ))
Perhaps there are more sounds you might enjoy from my lips, Setekh.
He finally releases Seth's hand, fingers sliding over his skin in a truly wanton gesture, subtle as it is. ))
Perhaps there are more sounds you might enjoy from my lips, Setekh.
[For the briefest moment, a charmed smile plays on Sethβs lips. How fun it is to keep being flirted with even now that Lucifer must know heβs got this one in the bag. He really is a top tier charmer.
Subtlety is not, however, Sethβs speciality. So when Lucifer releases his hand and speaks his name again, sending another spike of heat right through him, Seth leans across the bar to grab a light fistful of Luciferβs shirt and pull him in until theyβre nearly nose to nose. If Lucifer can taste lust on the air, heβll be swallowing entire mouthfuls of it now.]
Iβd like to make you scream yourself hoarse, then keep bombarding you with pleasure until you canβt even manage a whimper.
Subtlety is not, however, Sethβs speciality. So when Lucifer releases his hand and speaks his name again, sending another spike of heat right through him, Seth leans across the bar to grab a light fistful of Luciferβs shirt and pull him in until theyβre nearly nose to nose. If Lucifer can taste lust on the air, heβll be swallowing entire mouthfuls of it now.]
Iβd like to make you scream yourself hoarse, then keep bombarding you with pleasure until you canβt even manage a whimper.
(( Whether or not Seth notices, or even cares, his gesture is enough to get at least half the bar on their feet. This place is full of Lucifer's people right now. They may not always get along with each other, but they will almost always, without fail, stand for him. A single wave of his hand is enough to return all the butts to seats. Well, all but one, who remain lingering at the far end of the bar, on the same side of it as Lucifer. He may look harmless to most, but isn't always that type who tend to be the most dangerous? Even with Lucifer's signal, the tension doesn't leave that one.
Now it's Lucifer's turn to let hi tongue glide over his lips. ))
I think you've figured out the main rule here. So, in the spirit of that, shall we go somewhere more private and see if you're capable of making those words into reality?
Now it's Lucifer's turn to let hi tongue glide over his lips. ))
I think you've figured out the main rule here. So, in the spirit of that, shall we go somewhere more private and see if you're capable of making those words into reality?
[Oh, he notices, and the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the sudden promise of complete and total chaos. There's even a distant rumble of thunder outside, though it's not followed up by anything more dramatic - because Seth may love fighting, but he loves fucking so much more that his priorities demand he release Lucifer's shirt and smooth down the rumpled fabric in a peacemaking gesture. Again, no need to start anything!]
Lead the way, [Seth says with a cat that ate the canary smile and a grand sweep of his arm that leads into a shallow bow. Now that he knows he's getting what he wants, he doesn't mind showing some deference.] Under your roof, you can consider me your humble servant.
[But never that much deference, of course. It's just a figure of speech and, solely in the context of what they're about to do, very much an offer.]
Lead the way, [Seth says with a cat that ate the canary smile and a grand sweep of his arm that leads into a shallow bow. Now that he knows he's getting what he wants, he doesn't mind showing some deference.] Under your roof, you can consider me your humble servant.
[But never that much deference, of course. It's just a figure of speech and, solely in the context of what they're about to do, very much an offer.]
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