#weighyourheart

5 min sketch bcuz i haD TO I JUST. DEMIGOD BORN FROM THE SUCCESSOR OF XERNEAS AND DEMIGOD BORN FROM THE LORD OF THE DEAD

their sibling rivalry only goes as far as “my dads cooler” “no MY dads cooler” “ok but im older so im right” “nu uh” “yes huh” “NU UH!!” “YES HUH!!!!”

gladion and anubis in the bg just ‘children pls’ apath is too busy laughing to break it up

bonus: only they get to pick on each other. anybody else does it and the other one immediately steps in like “what. did. u. just. say. to. my. brother / sister? :)))))”

“Ah, is that so? I guess that does make a bit of sense…” Despite the smile clearly on her face she still seems a bit concerned. “I guess I just wish it were easier to know the proper rules for everyone then… I try to be polite to everyone, but… I dunno. Gods seem to have entirely different rules on what’s polite and what isn’t. And I’m just expected to know them…”

                         A soft, trilling sort of croon would permeate the air long before sunlight reflected off of golden scales. Reptilian body gliding down and coming to perch on a warm shoulder, all three lids blinking as her little head cocked this way and that, head swaying directly in front of Anubis’ face.

           Another chirp, startling and looking back at a soft, exasperated noise.

                                    Wheezing, Apath doubled over to catch their breath, throwing up a hand in nonchalant greeting. Wings rustling, the little queen was quick to make the short flight back to her retainer, nuzzling her face up under their chin.

fanbab -- anubis

apath would give their lord anubis a son. one who’s as beautiful as the day is long, full of his mother’s curiosity about the world and reverence for his own cultures. an even divide between what his father would teach him, and what his mother would tell him of their people’s stories.

a sweet and gentle boy full of love and warmth

“...”

                                                                                        Stepping through the veil between worlds put them in trouble from time to time, sure. But it was rare, nigh upon unheard of, for a visit to put them directly in front of anybody. Eyes widened, backward steps were taken--then they pause. It was faint, if they’d been anything but an Alpha they would have missed it, but...

                      “...Yveltal? Nah--no, yer no’... yer no’ Yveltal...”

                                        A hand came up, hesitating, as if they wanted to reach out and touch him. But their palm dropped back to their side. No, this definitely wasn’t a Yveltal--they couldn’t feel any of their kin here, but the vibe this one put off...

                                                                            “I, uh...”

                                                          The temptation to step right back through the veil was strong, but with a vague ripple of energy, they knew their little doorway had already closed back up. And they would have to wait before making another--it was too dangerous to make any sort of rift all willy-nilly like. Too many at once never bode well for any universe involved.

“...Lord Anubis?”

                                  How long it had been since they last prayed to anyone. Not since their childhood, surely, and such prayers had gone unanswered. Perched carefully on smooth stone, feet resting in cool water, content in the almost silence of their Garden. This... this setting was good.

                      Apath does not have a shrine to offer up.         But they have their very own safe haven to use as one, instead.

                                                            A pocket realm that none may enter, bar themself and those they would allow. Perhaps similar to Duat in that sense, but nothing near as grand, and nothing near as special nor important. Only a Garden, and each sacred to the Arceus that made it.

                “...fergive me. I don’ know how ta pray. Wha’ prayers I have offered since I was young were ta th’universe itself, no’ any deity. Bu’... I did some research... tried... tried ta figure ou’ how ta properly pray ta ya... I’ll, uhm, I’ll force m’accent ta go away fer this, so it’ll be more... formal?”

                              They laid back, eyes closing and letting rain drizzle over them.

                      “O’, jackal Anubis, mighty and beloved,                 Gatekeeper fierce and Guardian unwavering,                                                     Hear my voice, hear my praise.

                    Ye who guides and weighs souls,               May you guide me through my troubles,       Let every utterance of your Sacred name push me forth.

                            May I never waver from light of your Grace,           May my worship be as unwavering as your support of the Pillar,             May I yet sing my adoration for you, O’ beloved Lord of the Dead.”

      Here, they faltered, voice obviously shy and uncertain, but still they tried.

                  “Your name is forever engraved in my heart, obsidian Lord,       May I never falter so that when my time is through I may meet with you,                                 Guide me, O’ Lord of Duat, her mightiest King.

                          I honor you, O’ fearless jackal Anubis,                                 Blessed be your Sacred name.”

                  Silence for a moment, face burning red--they didn’t know if they were doing well enough for him. For a deity such as Anubis, if it was good enough. But that felt right, as a personal prayer, and their first.

          Apath’s hands came up to cover their face, taking in a shaky breath.                                             ...and smiling.