unknownballad | Open RP Post

Good point. They're kinda grandpas huh?

Horus and two I just met but already forgot their names
I'm really bad with names
One's really smiley and the other one has a jawline that could cut diamond

It's just wall to wall six packs out here, like I'm in a liquor store or something

(( Warmth spreads out with each beat of his heart after being heard and listening to the input of two so very dear to him. They listened. They heard what he had to said, how important it is to him, and they accepted a part of him that many people don't even try to understand. Maybe because they're gods, they take faith a little differently than the average human (especially these days).

A not insignificant part of him wants to argue that perhaps some promises have more weight than others. That perhaps people fling around "I promise" and "I swear" as easily as "I love" when they're really just talking about ice cream and not a person to whom they want to dedicate their short human lives. The love of a sundae isn't the same life-changing love one has for a soulmate. The promise not to be late this time isn't as far-reaching or meaningful as the promise to dedicate one's life to something greater than themselves. If those can change direction with the wind, well, it's hardly dedication is it?

But he knows Osiris's perspective is valid. It comes with the great distance of time and experience Emmanuel can't even truly fathom. Yes, he knows how old the cultures of the Ancient world are speculated to be, but ha can a person who barely lives a hundred years truly understand thousands of them? Yes, his life is short. That's all the more reason he should be able to keep his promises.

Finally, a slow smile unfurls itself across his face. ))

Thank you. Both of you.

(( What comes next feels almost silly with the context of who and what they are... ))

I feel very blessed to have you in my life.

(( Oh no, he's cute! Why does he have to be adorably preening while they're discussing such a serious matter? Uniformly unfair! ))

I think we may have three.

(( Added with only a smidge of hesitance since he's not sure. ))

Lucifer is an angel... A dragon, by some accounts. He may still have that capability. We should probably find out if he's actually going to help us with this part of it.

[Set suspects he's got some idea of what's coming up but he still isn't ready for how hard he collides with the wall. Before he can even register the pain that hums all the way up his spine and somehow makes his dick even harder, Lucifer's got his throat bared; the part of Set that would usually buck against showing such weakness completely folds and he lets out a ragged sound that would probably have been a moan, back before Lucifer destroyed his throat.

Fuck, Lucifer's mouth is so hot. Set still doesn't understand how it doesn't scald him.

Naturally that whispered demand is met with a ravenous smile and Set complies right away, turning and bending slightly at the waist with his palms flat on the wall and his back curved to lift his ass high in the air. He even gives it a little wiggle, grinning over his shoulder as he does.]

Wreck me good, alright? I promise it'll all be healed by the time we're ready for another round.

Osiris is nice, he's just... so serious
And he talks like he's in some movie set in the 1800s or something
So weird for a guy who looks that young and gorgeous

(( Oh, that smile just grows more fond the more he hears. It sounds like a lot of what he knew of as his brother hasn't changed much. So serious about everything. What's even nicer is reading between the lines of what Horus says. With that look on his face... It makes a lot more sense why Lucifer asked Elijah to come meet him. A lot more sense. ))

I'm glad he's not alone. I always worried he wouldn't make friends without me.

(( He pauses a beat, leaning just a fraction closer. His gaze drops and when it returns he's peering at Horus through thick, dark lashes. ))

I know why I'm here. We don't have to play at this little game if you're not comfortable with it.

Definitely not alone. But -

[Horus is about to add something about the place in Emmanuel's heart that'll always be Elijah's, but the sudden shift in his expression makes Horus's breath catch in his throat and heat flood through his body.

Oh, thank the sun he doesn't need to be the one to explain. Still, he wants to be certain:]

There's nothing coercive about this, right? You're really okay with it?

(( Elijah shakes his head from side to side to indicate the negative. ))

I haven't been touched in any way that wasn't designed to hurt since... Well, in a long time by my reckoning.

[That's a rather sobering reason, but it's also uplifting for Horus to know that he'll be giving Elijah something special as well. Because after hearing that, he will absolutely be giving Elijah as much pleasure as they can fit into the time they're given together.

Horus reaches out and brushes the backs of his knuckles from Elijah's cheekbone to his chin, all gentleness to start out. His expression isn't quite the same as when he talks about Emmanuel but there's already fondness starting to show in his eyes.]

That was my only concern. [And he cranes his head around to look for Lucifer, presuming that he's got someplace for them to go.]

(( Wolf bats at Lucifer's shoulder when he sees the old god looking around (presumably for his boss). The boss perks up, pretending he hadn't been paying any attention at all to what was going on at Horus's end of the bar. He saunters over, waving silently for the pair to follow as he comes around to the other side. Lucifer does, indeed, have someplace for them to go (and it's not to his [and Wolf's] loft upstairs.

No, he leads them through the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, which opens up to a dark hall that seems to go on far longer than appropriate for the size of the building they're presently in (they are in a building, right?). Nondescript doors line each side of the corridor, each with a light above it: some on, some off, some flickering. Despite how long it is, Lucifer doesn't take them very far before stopping in front of door, the dim light casting deep shadows over his features. From his pocket, he pulls out an antique silver key and holds it out to Horus. ))

Take your time.

(( That said, he walks off. Not back the way he came, but further down the ever darkening hallway. ))

(( The room beyond the unremarkable door is anything but unremarkable. It's small, barely room for two people to dance around each other. It's dominated by the luxurious bed in the center, draped in velvet and some flavor of fuzzy faux fur. It's piled high with pillows matching the black and mauve theme. There's a door to one side of the bed, presumable a bathroom, and the large fireplace with a crackling fire to the other. It's dark and moody, the faintest hint of floral scents hanging on the air with burning wood.

Elijah's eyes widen slightly, before sliding back to something more sultry and half-lidded as they settle on Horus. ))

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(( That jaunty little smirk doesn't leave Lucifer's face as he watches Horus's hands against his legs. When those dark eyes flick back up, they're still full of good-humor but something much hungrier, too. ))

Oh? You have an uncle? I had no idea.

(( A subtle tilt of his head follows, as if to say 'see, you're safe from hearing anything about anyone else, actually.' He claps his hands over Horus's, throwing their size difference into sharp relief. ))

C'mon. There's a loft upstairs.

[Oddly enough, the strange hallway doesn't bother Horus that much - it puts him in mind of the tombs his people used to build, so long and labyrinthine that a person would quickly lose all sense of direction and dimension. There's definitely something supernatural at work here, but Horus has never found a stranger's power to feel so much like home until now.

The room itself is a lovely collision of colours and textures and scents all tickling Horus's senses, but he can only focus on it for a second or two before Elijah once again commands all of his attention. He's so beautiful, every bit as beautiful as Emmanuel... and Horus had almost forgotten why he decided to do this in the first place. Now, in the dim, flickering firelight, there are moments when Horus swears Emmanuel is the one in the room with him.

He tilts Elijah's head up with two fingers under his chin and kisses him, warm and deep and slow. His hands, though, are far less patient than his lips - he can't keep himself from rucking up the hemline of Elijah's shirt to touch his bare back, his abdomen, his chest.]