[That touch is what finally pulls Osiris back to the waking world, along with the deep flush its gentle tenderness brings to his cheeks. Yes, he's aware enough to know who's touching him and register Emmanuel's words, but that still doesn't prepare him for the reality that will greet his eyes when they open and sure enough -]
Oh - ! [He gasps at Emmanuel's close proximity, his heart suddenly racing. There are so many little details about the priest's features that Osiris has never noticed until now: the length and thickness of his lashes, for example, and how much fuller his top lip is than his lower one. Being this close to him is electric. Nothing could've prepared Osiris for the feeling.
And now is entirely the wrong time to bask in the electricity for a moment longer, so Osiris forces himself to sit up and finger-combs the rest of his hair back himself.]
That's alright, I'm just being indulgent at this point... did Horus leave somewhere?
[At least he's not immediately visible, which means he didn't have to witness that moment between Emmanuel and Osiris. Awkward wouldn't have begun to cover it.]
(( The proximity was fine when Osiris was still half asleep. Yes, now that they're both awake and able to look in each other's eyes... It feels much warmer than it was a moment ago. Yet, he feels a little bereft when Osiris sits up and puts some extra space between them. He shouldn't. Emmanuel knows he shouldn't feel that way, but he does.
The priest pushes himself up with some effort. His mind still feels hazy and his body like lead. He may be awake now, but he clearly still needs more rest. Once he's upright, he looks toward the bathroom door. ))
(( Something sad creeps unmasked into his features and his eyes go distant. ))
I was told I slept for the better part of a week after I ripped the demon out of my brother...
(( He was told because he doesn't remember. That whole part of his life is hazy at best. Emmanuel always figured that was the mind and heart's way of coping with the loss and the guilt. ))
[There's nothing Osiris can say to that. No words would be sufficient. He just takes hold of Emmanuel's hand and gives it a firm squeeze, and when Horus emerges from the bathroom and looks from Emmanuel to Osiris in concern, Osiris waves him over without speaking.
Something about the look on Emmanuel's face tells Horus everything he needs to know. He sits on the bed in front of the two of them and grabs Emmanuel's other hand.]
However long it takes this time, we'll be here. This is the very least we can do.
[And for the first time, the seed of an idea is planted in Osiris's mind: there must be something more I can do to help Emmanuel heal this wound. But what?]
(( It's always hard opening up much about Elijah. What more does anyone close enough to him need to know other than he had a twin and now he doesn't? Osiris might know the most about it outside of his own blood relatives. Has Emmanuel even told Horus he's the one who killed his brother? He's pretty sure he hasn't because it might change things... And he doesn't want things between them to change.
Emmanuel gives a little shake of his head, maybe to wake up more or maybe to press back the memories and feelings. He squeezes his eyes closed, scrunches up his whole face to ward it all off. But it's impossible to forget the hands holding his and the clutches them tightly. A momentary lifeline to pull himself out of exhaustion-induced wallowing. ))
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Oh - ! [He gasps at Emmanuel's close proximity, his heart suddenly racing. There are so many little details about the priest's features that Osiris has never noticed until now: the length and thickness of his lashes, for example, and how much fuller his top lip is than his lower one. Being this close to him is electric. Nothing could've prepared Osiris for the feeling.
And now is entirely the wrong time to bask in the electricity for a moment longer, so Osiris forces himself to sit up and finger-combs the rest of his hair back himself.]
That's alright, I'm just being indulgent at this point... did Horus leave somewhere?
[At least he's not immediately visible, which means he didn't have to witness that moment between Emmanuel and Osiris. Awkward wouldn't have begun to cover it.]
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The priest pushes himself up with some effort. His mind still feels hazy and his body like lead. He may be awake now, but he clearly still needs more rest. Once he's upright, he looks toward the bathroom door. ))
He's just in there.
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Oh, and Emmanuel still looks quite tired now that he's sat up, too. Osiris can't help but smile sympathetically, and more than a little bit fondly.]
You've barely even started sleeping this off, have you? Poor thing.
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I was told I slept for the better part of a week after I ripped the demon out of my brother...
(( He was told because he doesn't remember. That whole part of his life is hazy at best. Emmanuel always figured that was the mind and heart's way of coping with the loss and the guilt. ))
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Something about the look on Emmanuel's face tells Horus everything he needs to know. He sits on the bed in front of the two of them and grabs Emmanuel's other hand.]
However long it takes this time, we'll be here. This is the very least we can do.
[And for the first time, the seed of an idea is planted in Osiris's mind: there must be something more I can do to help Emmanuel heal this wound. But what?]
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Emmanuel gives a little shake of his head, maybe to wake up more or maybe to press back the memories and feelings. He squeezes his eyes closed, scrunches up his whole face to ward it all off. But it's impossible to forget the hands holding his and the clutches them tightly. A momentary lifeline to pull himself out of exhaustion-induced wallowing. ))
I don't think it will be that long.