Who: Osiris (crookandflail) and Isis (sarahn) What: A reunion Where: Isis's apartment When: Monday April 6th 2009, night Rating: TBD Status: TBC
Osiris tugged at the collar of his shirt in a nervous tic, a throwback to the ancient days, where close association with mortals had him share in their habits and fidget at his robes. Had be been paying attention, he would notice the gesture and cut it short; as it was, Osiris had other worries.
He had anxiously looked for his long lost sister-wife, since he had resurfaced in America. If anyone could help him be himself, it would be Isis. But now, that he was going to be face to face with her, the god wasn't too sure of this altogether. What if the centuries...? No. Isis was his Queen, and that would never change. He believed in her and her everlasting loyalty - it had been his goddess who brought him back from the grave, after all.
After a few minutes of standing at the door to her apartment, Osiris finally made up his mind. He had not waited centuries just to balk at the last moment. Come what come may, he needed to see Isis, to know she was there.
Shifting the awkward, two-feet long paper-wrapped package to his left arm without tipping it, Osiris rang the bell.