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there’s few things he recognises beyond any doubt. especially with so many lives lived, hiding in shadows and keeping away from anyone familiar. but the wings that whoosh by overhead are one of them, or at least very close to the ones he would recognise. still, their shape, the feathers, the way they swoop up to stop the young man’s flight; he recognises it all. and somehow, he also recognises the flailing, the attempt to not crashland but rather land with some modicum of decency. he grins, then, pushing himself back into motion and skating down the length of street ahead of him. he speeds up a little, heedless of the danger to himself or others as he rolls down the streets at breakneck speed, bypassing cars and sliding over a few hoods just to reach the recently landed demigod before he’d disappear from view.
he comes to a very sudden stop, body slumping forward a little with the force of his earlier movement, and straightens up just to see a young man standing there, no wings in sight, but osiris no longer needs the wings to recognise him now. because there in his eyes is the truth, as well as tattooed onto his arm; the eyes of an egyptian, the link to horus. it appears his family tree has grown many more branches during his time away. which isn’t really a surprise in the end. after all; he’s added several of his own demigod children to the list since he set foot on the mortal world again.
he beams the widest grin ever at the young man, and then easily skates even closer, moving in until he can put a hand on the young man’s shoulder, using him to come to a stop again. “another grandchild!” is the very first thing he chimes, bright and happy. “can’t believe horus is still out there making babies, what a rascal.” he grins easily and then lifts his hand to ruffle up the young man’s hair. “what’s your name, champ?”
