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@mpxbastet

After the brief phone call with her sister, the cat goddesses had agreed to meet up at the spa portion of Halo. Sekhmet had paid extra for a jacuzzi to themselves in a large back room. It was probably meant for more than just two women, but Sekhmet wanted only the best for her sister and herself.

She had arrived early for a massage, wanting to thoroughly relax before her sister arrived. It had been so long since she had seen Bast, and she wanted the occasion to feel extra special. When she was finally ready to move to the jacuzzi room, Sekhmet had slipped out of her robe and left it in a pile on the floor before descending into the hot waters. Who ever said cats didn’t like a bath every now and again?

Besides the privacy, Sekhmet had paid for a few other little bonuses. The jacuzzi tub was brimming with bubbles, beneath which handfuls of rose petals swirled in the hot water. The entire tub was scented with oils, lavender, rose, jasmine. The ladies were going to smell like walking flowerbeds; not that they would realize it. Sekhmet had also paid for champagne service, and the spa workers were more than happy to call a trusted car service for her when she and her sister were finished. Her tip had ensured that.

apollo stares at her incredulously, though his gaze lingers. he wasn’t blind. the sleek movements spark a flicker of recognition, watching her suspiciously. lithe curves hiding behind tight clothes all the way up to alluring features as sharp eyes stare back at him.

❝ he’s my secretary, who’s supposed to shoo away people like you. ❞ the sun god speaks slowly, as if he’s unsure about the overall situation. until he hears the old nickname fall from her lips, eyes widening in surprise. no. oh, gods, no. 

shut up, you know you’d still fuck her in the blink of an eye ━ apollo gulped, ignoring the small voice in the back of his head. 

he pays no attention to the patient filed scattered across the floor, doesn’t even frown at the painful nail jabbed into his chest. the greek stands there, blinking as she shits before him. polly wolly. perhaps maybe it was a good thing his secretary happened to disappear at that moment; golden eyes flicker away, not meeting her gaze. it wasn’t out of shame. it was obedience.

there’s a loud cough at her words, his brows raising shock.  ❝ don’t you dare! ❞ he splutters out, ears burning a furious shade of red. apollo is the last person to shy away from such endeavors, but he’d rather not have his patients get informed on his sexual activities. quickly moving forward, he wraps his hand around her forearm, pulling her away from the desk and away from innocent ears. 

the greek god stepped out of a patient room in all his arrogant glory━hair styled perfectly, suit expertly tailored beneath a crisp white coat. apollo murmured beneath his breath as he studied the files in his hand, fiddling with a pen. it was a simple enough case, but apollo was nothing if not thorough. still distracted, he passes by the reception desk without giving it a glance. 

❝ taemin, ❞ he calls out, leaning against the desk. ❝ type this up for me━ wait. ❞ apollo pauses, looking up in a sudden startle as he stares at the woman lounging across…was that his keyboard?  ❝ you’re not taemin. ❞his eyes narrow at the sight, already feeling the start of headache begin to form.

She was awoken with such rude words. Though the sound made her scoff, eyes still closed. Figures her child would have a potty mouth. Bastet moved, sitting up with a lazy grace, slumping against his couch. She finally looked up at him, and her lips spread into a little mischievious smile. He was handsome, as most of her children were. She studied him for a moment, trying to remember whose offspring he was. She had a hunch, for he looked like a man she’d had relations with a couple of decades ago. It was hard to keep up sometimes. Bastet sighed, the sound dramatic and worn. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

He gaped at the woman on his couch as she spoke, his lips parting in what he was sure was an unattractive way. Mother or not, who just broke into someone’s apartment. How did she even get in here? The window? Was he going to have to get locks for his windows?

“…my mother? Bastet?”

It was slowly dawning on him exactly what she’d said. When he’d first arrived, he was very disappointed that she hadn’t been around but he slowly became accustomed to living out his life without her so imagine his surprise to have her just sitting on his couch, waiting for him.

Sighing quietly as he let his door close behind him, he shook his head, realizing that he was sure that there was nothing that he could do now.

She knew she’d have kids here. She wasn’t some God who fucked women left right and centre and left before they could even find out if the woman was pregnant. No, Bastet had her children, her lovely little mortal children that would wither like she could never. Mortal’s lives were fleeting, a tiny little event compared to the contents of the universe. It was why Bastet always had so much fun meddling in their lives. Their lives meant so much to them, even if it meant nothing in the long run. Though her family was a special case. Ra had crafted her with a sense of maternity. Though she usually did not care for mortals, she understood that any mortal family of hers on Mount Phoenix wanted something from her. Wanted to know who they were. She’d give them that, in exchange for… well, a sense of family, she supposed. Maahes was too old now to coddle, and he was off doing who-knows-what. Having his own children, most likely. Bastet found her son’s apartment easily. She’d climbed in through the window - a couple of stories be damned - and simply lay across his couch to await for his arrival. She crossed her legs, propped one of the cushions under his head, and had a nice nap.

@mpxkibum

Kibum wasn’t sure what he expected from his birth mother when he’d moved to Mount Phoenix. If he were to be honest, the thought that he would have a parent was an odd feeling to him. Of course, he had his father’s wife, his ‘mother’ but she seemed lacking in any maternal instincts that she had might as well been a stranger. But since coming, he tried not to think about Bastet too much, the anxiety of knowing her was too stressful.

Sighing as he rolled his shoulders back, he pushed open the door to his apartment. It had been a busy day at the salon for him and he wanted nothing more than to relax and maybe take a little nap. Yawning quietly, he stepped into his living room before stopping short, instantly taking in the form of a woman on his couch. A woman that he’d never met before.

Instantly, he wondered if he was going to die. It would be just his luck that he would get some strange, sleep deprived murderer. But his second thought was, how the hell did she even get in there?