#resdivinae

“None of that now.”  He smiled, gesturing with two fingers for them to straighten up.  “I’m sure you hold more divinity than I do.  You’re the Successor, I’m just the grandson of our Creator.”  The hand was turned and held out to Apath along with a jerk of his head.  Human guise for the moment, but it wouldn’t last long.  There’d be no point as soon as they stepped foot in Duat.  Apath had seen his face, his true face, there wasn’t much point hiding it from them.

Anubis looked away for a few moments, focusing on... something out of view. A few words, an entirely dead language outside of Duat, and the air itself cracked open.  A puff of a warm breeze could be felt slipping through the gap he’d made, and Anubis looked delighted at the prospect of going home.  

This was...

From the moment he hopped into it, the undeniable presence of power told him this was not a place normal mortals to tread. A place of where the holy resided... A garden where powerful flowers would one day blossom... And here he was trespassing.

Yeah that’s not good.

He noticeably tenses when someone, who appeared human, approached him. Was he trouble? Was he about to get chewed out? He bites his lip a moment before quickly speaking, eyes now glancing toward the floor.

“I-Is this... Your heaven...?”

. . . . . . . .

“ .. oh. Oh dear. “

Brahm could see the reason he had sent him now - Apath didn’t look well. They weren’t even in the right condition to talk. The Torkoal wanted to say something to try to brighten them up, but he had no clue what ailed them, or what caused them such immense pain. The only thing the Torkoal COULD do was move just a little closer to Apath and settle down on the floor near them.

They made sure to direct their spine just a tad bit away from Apath, to cut off the circulation of his smoke from them. He didn’t want them choking on the burning coal inside of his shell.

via - Before my muse disappeared, they gave yours a series of ‘open when’ letters. […] I ACCEPTING 

     The letter, appearance wise, is just about the same as all the other ones - some on the backs of old forms with sloppy signatures still on them, others on crumpled notepads. This one’s on a clean sheet of printer paper, with the tiniest little star drawn in its upper corner. The words themselves are a bit… well, terrible. Letters mixed up, words scratched out harshly or whited out entirely. Despite all of that, it’s certainly legible, and it reads:

did i ever talk about stargazing with you? i don’t remember. feels like we talked about a lot of things but not everything. somehow. which is funny, because you’re going to become everything, eventually. weird to think about still. 

but yeah. before i left for the journey thing, that was my outlet. my mom was aloan - i know i never mentioned that - and she had a thing for them. think it was something to do with lunala worship. never thought to ask about it. she left behind a bunch of old star charts and a telescope when she passed, though, so that was my thing. put papyrus to bed, sit on the roof until all the stars were gone with her things, then go to bed. usually got an hour in before pap was up. maybe i take so many naps now to catch up on the sleep i missed? ~~psychology~~

i don’t do it anymore. never have the time for it. i still know all the constellations, though. never have to worry about getting lost if i cut through the woods at night. so if that’s why you’re looking, don’t worry about it. i knew where i was going. it’s the difference between keeping people safe and keeping nobody safe, you know? if it’s for a spiritual reason, then you can go ahead. i’m not going to tell you i can’t be up there. i’m hoping not, because that implies quite a bit. i don’t think that’s the result of this. it’s not my plan. so don’t plan on it yourself unless it makes things easier. wish i was better at this. it was easy for papyrus but for you… i don’t know. maybe if we’re lucky i’m already back and you’re tearing open all of these like a cheat. in which case, regardless of what’s happened, as judge, i know you’re doing it. stop that. i can’t put you in time out from the past. love you apath. and like the rest of these say: don’t go looking. please.