Shaun, Anubis (dogofthedead) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-04-25 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #019, anubis, horus |
Characters: Horus (falconhead) and Anubis (dogofthedead)
Date/Time: April 25th
Location: A restaurant!
Rating: Low
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Anubis and Horus talk!
Horus had to give it to the place; the lamb was great. Though, he acknowledged as he eyed Anubis from across the table, he probably wasn't enjoying it as much as his elder brother was. If 'elder' was still applicable, given their age difference. Not that it mattered at all to Horus. He was quite content being the baby of his family but the de facto head of the pantheon. The dynamic was something Horus the Child carried, even treasured, well into his career as Horus the Great.
"S'already dead, man." Especially considering that very dynamic gave him the opportunity to poke fun at his brother.
Anubis wasn't usually the sort to go around stabbing already dead meat and enjoying himself while he did it, but those sheep had it coming. Even better was the fact that it tasted good. It tasted like victory. He sounded crazy in his own head. At least he wasn't sounding crazy outside of it. That much he could be happy about. He may look a little crazy, but he was able to keep from sounding it.
"I know it's already dead," he said, glancing up at Horus as he spoke. "But..." And here was the part where he had to keep from saying something about sheep deserving what they got. "I have my reasons..." That was safe enough. "At least it isn't your hand."
"You'd have had it coming if it was my hand." Horus refrained from making a dog bite reference. After all, he'd been a falcon as much as Anubis had been a jackal. Not that Anubis was being entirely dogged at the moment. Jackals were far more aggressive when they smelled a potential mate.
"So who's the girl?" There was never any circumlocution with Horus. Questions about family and life in general had already been addressed on the one occasion Diego had taken Shaun out to birdwatch.
"Dad would not be pleased if I was trying to eat your hand." Cannibalism being frowned upon and all. Then again, most people in the world were against cannibalism these days. He smiled just a little before the topic shift. Of course he couldn't escape it, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. He'd hoped it would have been left to itself, but this was Horus he was talking to. Their father would have left it but not Horus.
"I..." And here was the part where things got difficult...if only because he didn't really want to talk about it. "Do we have to talk about this? I mean..." He frowned. "It's- She's- I'm sure nothing's going to happen and talking about it isn't going to make things magically better."
Horus gave his brother a good long look. "You sure you wanna keep it in?" He would respect that decision, of course. But not without a little bit more prodding. "I hear I make a pretty damn amazing wingman."
That, and it would be good for Anubis to have someone there for him. Horus was, of course, playing to a 'T' the part of a ridiculously happy man in love. He had every reason to with his upcoming (re-)marriage to Hathor. The issues of his parents and of Set were kept under lock and key. Horus did not interfere with the matters that were between Isis and Osiris, and he did not violate his father's explicit instructions either. Even if they meant staying away from his asshole of an uncle.
"It's just that I don't want you poking at it," he said, stabbing his lamb in the process. "You are pokey. You and Bastet both. Very pokey." The words were mostly muttered in an effort not to sound crazy to the public. At that moment he was incredibly glad that he wasn't prone to blushing or he might have. Lucky break, really. Clearing his throat, he tried to resume the conversation with some grace or whatever.
"I'm sure you're..." What? Good at your job? Was being a wingman a job? Likely not. "Good at whatever you do but..." He shrugged slightly. "Not everyone can solve a problem with 'Have you met Ted'." At least he didn't think so. "Only it wouldn't be Ted in this case..." If there was some family stuff going on, Anubis wasn't aware. He just knew he wasn't supposed to let Set get too close or something. He doubted it would be much of a problem so long as his uncle didn't get any bright ideas that involved hurting the rest of his family.
Horus couldn't contain a laugh. "Fine. My fingers'll refrain from poking." He might have noted Anubis's awkward break at the mention of Bastet, but one birdwatching session was not enough to clearly discern whatever speech patterns Anubs might have possessed. The pause was interpreted as embarrassment at being picked on by the younger brother - no more, no less.
To humor his brother's analogy, he went on to ask, "If you're not Ted, who are you? Marshall?"
Anubis was glad there was no more questioning on that point. He'd figure out something later if there was. "Well, I don't think I'm really any of them. Our personalities don't match." He was too quiet and unlikely to dream too much about things. "If I were Marshall, I'd be doing what you're doing now." Maybe he could be Robyn, but then he wasn't sure he wanted to say that. And it would have to be without the career in music.
He shrugged slightly. "You should talk about you because...." Well, he could say it was more interesting but Horus seemed to be big on this confidence issue. "I dunno. Just because."
Horus didn't think himself very similar to Marshall, but all things considered, Marshall was the most likely among the main cast. Happily married, passionate about his causes, etc. "Same, but Marshall's a pretty close call."
At Anubis's suggestion, Horus shrugged. He wasn't the type to go rambling about himself, but he had never been overly concerned about privacy either. "Well, what do you want to know?"
Anubis smiled a little. "Is Hathor anything like Lily?" There was almost a laugh at that. "If so, she must me a little scary." And she'd seemed so happy. A little pushy, but that wasn't really an issue when he was more than happy to talk to what family was lurking around.
"I don't know..." He laughed a little. "Just anything. Ramble on about something that you like to do. I mean...outside of the birds." He paused, studying his brother for a moment. "Unless all you enjoy is birds. That would be a little tragic, I think."
Horus grinned. There was a certain resemblance, that he couldn't deny. Both were chipper, colorful personalities. "Wouldn't say exactly, but it isn't so far off."
He wasn't sure exactly what he could go on about. And then came the obvious. "I proposed to Hathor last month," he said as casually as he could manage. His excitement over the matter was probably unwarranted. They had, after all, been married for years and years in Egypt. But there was a thrill to openly claiming her as his and only his now, in a manner that modern society considered valid.
Anubis smiled slightly, looking down at the table. Until. "Proposed?" He looked up then. Well, that wasn't exactly surprising seeing as they were married before in Egypt, but somehow his human body seemed to be showing signs of surprise. He shrugged it off before smiling a little more. "Good. I...That's good." He didn't really know what else to say about it, but...it sounded good.
"So...when are you getting married?" That seemed like a good question. Yes. When.
"June," Horus said gruffly. He and Hathor were a little unsure of how to go about the planning, but slowly they were easing into it. June might have seemed a little ambitious, but the affair wasn't going to be particularly large or grandiose.
"You're going to be there, by the way," he added. Then, slyly: "You can take your girl if you want to."
June. "That's not so far from now." Anubis would offer to help only there was really no point in it when he most certainly would be of no help. He understood funeral rites as well as the next person, but weddings were an entirely different thing altogether. He'd leave that to someone who knew what they were doing.
"I had a feeling you'd say that." At least the part about being there. The other part was open for speculation but if he was being honest with himself, he really should have seen it coming. "Maybe...but I'm sure she'll already be invited without my help." Unless Hathor and Bastet weren't friends. He wasn't really sure, but there was no way to be sure without being obvious about it. "Maybe anyway. I might be wrong."
"So I know her." Horus really hadn't intended to push his brother any further, but really, Anubis was practically setting himself up for it. Of course, if Anubis closed off again after this, Horus would respectfully retreat. But the dynamic was easy and familiar, the little brother trotting at the elder brother's heels, endlessly inquisitive. Some things never changed, and Horus was glad for that.
Anubis closed his eyes, debating stabbing the lamb again, but he refrained. "I dunno. It's possible." He shrugged, staring at the table quietly. He'd never really dealt with this aspect of things before and it was enough for Bastet to be pokey, but if everyone was going to be pokey, he'd have to be more careful about what he said and when he said it. "But anyway...Your wedding. Will I need sunscreen for it? Which is to say...is it outside or inside?"
The topic was left to die. Horus mourned its passing for only a moment. "Outside. But we wouldn't let you guys fry. We just figured it was fitting that way."
He took a bite before continuing. "I'm a little worried about Mom and Dad, though."
"One would hope not." Still, he'd be sure to have sunscreen around. Especially if their father was going to be there. He seemed a bit on the pale side. "Because then you'd have to deal with whining afterwards. Though, I don't think I'd whine. Just throw something at your head. Every day."
There was a pause at Horus' next words. "Did something happen? I'm a little out of the loop, I guess."
"You're the one who gets thrown things." Horus hadn't missed Osiris's little 'fetch' joke on the comments and would not deny that he'd gotten a good laugh out of it.
"Nothing happened." Not really, no. Just discovery, and that, Anubis had to have already been aware of. "Mom's already married." The tone was as offhanded as Horus could make it, but in truth, the reality threw him way off kilter.
Anubis narrowed his eyes at that, reaching over to jab him in the hand with his fork. "Just because I'm older doesn't mean I have to be more mature." Or...whatever. Stupid Horus.
And then Isis was already married. Anubis couldn't keep himself from staring for a long moment. "Wh-what?" Graceful. He was entirely socially graceful. Only he wasn't, really. "But didn't she even wonder if he'd-" It didn't make sense. "Oh."
Horus had another laugh at that. Though the jab did hurt a little, so Horus was shaking his hand as he went on. "You know how Mom is." He sobered as he delved into the topic. "She needs to be a mother, to nurture a family."
He shrugged as if he wasn't bothered. (He was.) "Waiting or moving on - it's a difficult decision."
"I suppose..." But then his loyalty almost always tied him to the same people. It was difficult to wrap his head around. He knew the urge to protect people. He'd done it in his last life and died for it, but it was worth it. He hoped. "Yeah...but-" He felt bad for their father. "I guess there's nothing we can do about it." He watched him quietly for a moment. "Is this the part where we put on a happy face and act like everything's okay?"
"It is." Horus could only imagine how gutwrenchingly painful the whole ordeal was for Osiris. If he'd found Hathor with someone else... But then again, what if Hathor had been a woman other than Estelle? "Hell, I don't know how we're working out the fucking invites." Was his mother to be denied a plus one? Or denied the chance to bring her daughter and son? Was Horus to subject his father to the sight of his mother's conjugal bliss?
"There just ain't a simple way around it."
"I had a feeling that's what you'd say." He sighed, stabbing the lamb a little more before eating some of it. He'd blame the sheep for this, too. If he was already holding a grudge, he might as well do it for a lot of things. "I'm glad I'm not the one getting married right now." Because trying to figure all of that out seemed like a nightmare. "I suggest a lot of alcohol at this wedding."
There was a small laugh at that. "We're all going to need it."