[ mother ]
@mpxnut
it’s not often that osiris lets his gaze wander over the list of new or returned inhabitants of the island and finds his eyes stopping short at a more than familiar name. there are many of his family members he’s not seen in ages, many of them he’s actively avoided as well, but his mother... well; as someone with a heart for family and an infinite capacity for loyalty, osiris is definitely not someone who would let an opportunity like that pass him by.
which is how he ends up on his mother’s doorstep with a large bouquet full of sky-coloured flowers (blues and orange, yellow and purple hues, every colour the sky has ever had) under one arm and a bottle of his own favourite sparkling lemonade in the other hand, pressing the doorbell and waiting patiently for his mother to open the door. he hasn’t seen her probably since long before set cut him up to pieces and scattered his remains across the nile, but it takes only one look into her eyes to know he’s got the right person in front of him, no matter what she looks like now.
“hello mother,” he speaks politely as ever, though the smile threatening to break his cheeks is impossible to hide, as is the excited sparkle in his eyes. “i saw you made your way to this island as well and i figured i should come to give you a belated welcome. it’s been a while.” which is an understatement. the last time they met he probably still spoke in archaic words and was still king of the egyptian pantheon. ah, those days are luckily far behind him and today he is someone who can offer his mother a bouquet of flowers and then lean in without shame to press a kiss to her cheek. “it is wonderful to see you. i’d hoped you’d spare me some of your time so we could catch up.”
