Ennead || Unseen

Brothers

Something was... wrong. He felt the same thing three years ago, when he was pulled off of his brother and healed by his other... Wait, wasn't he the one to be punished?

And then when Osiris turned around and... and grabbed you by the throat...

He felt uneasy. He felt uncomfortable. Like he would throw up.

He can fight his own fight, was clearly winning so why-

He can't shake the look in those eyes. Your face contorting, your eyes bulging out of your brain, blood dripping down...

He shakes the thought out of his mind. A calming hand palms his arm.

"Are you alright, Seth?" Nephthys asked.

"Whatever." He huffed as he pushed her hand off. That same feeling came today. That other feeling was there at first too, the first time he saw him.

His stomach tightened, his lungs constricted, it felt like snakes were slithering all around inside. And yet the top of his head felt hot, his breathing quickened. He was itching for a fight. It was uncomfortable but, he could tolerate it.

It increased as those cold eyes turned into a fiery rage. For some reason, he... enjoyed the sensation, when you were glaring at him. Only him.

And then you looked at his brother and everything dropped down, the simmering coals dropping into mud and sizzling out any enjoyment. He hated it.

Why. Why do you look at his brother like that? Why do you look at his brother at all? Is he not enough? Does he need to torment you to make you look his way?

He's sure if he does something- something BIG, he can get your gaze onto him again. Maybe even get your hands on him aga-

He's grounded again by a hand cupping his cheek, Nephthys looking up at him with a... weirdly knowing grin.

"Brother... Are you feeling something... weird?"

"N-no, why!?"

"You're turning as red as your hair!"

He blinked, his eyes and cheeks and ears in fact burning. She giggled as he scratched at his face.

"SHUT UP!"

"Brother, calm down! It's totally natural! You're 15 going into 16, right?"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-"

"Y'know, I think... Khonsu's more pretty now too. He's a bit taller than me now and probably stronger but he's kinda, a little feminine. I don't know, it's kinda cute..." she admitted, turning a bit pink and combing her fingers through her hair.

"NOPE NUH UH, IM LEAVING!!! BYE-"

"No, Isis told me to keep you in here until you're calm again! You're obviously not calm yet!!!" She sighs and hugs his arm, keeping him in the same place. "It's no fair Osiris got to spend time with him." She pouts.

That makes Seth pause...

He hopes Khonsu doesn't do anything stupid....

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You're hyperventilating, your body shutting down in its panicked mode. He has you back up against the wall, standing before you, simply staring down at you with that same stare.

"What should I do with you... First you hurt Nephthys. That I can forgive. But then you hurt my precious little brother. My Desert..."

A hand reaches up and grips your chin, pulling it down harshly.

"Maybe I should just rip off your jaw so you may never slander him again. Or," he grabs a wrist and yanks at it, pulling your torso with it. You hurriedly try to stay in place but he's too strong, pulling you in closer.

"Should I rip the joints out of your arms, so you can't strike him again? Since you're family, I'll let you choose."

You sob, still shaking and breathing funnily. You crank your head upwards, trying to find anything to say, anything to do to get out of this situation... words from Sekhmet return to you.

Y'know, songs and poems are pretty powerful things, especially for your bloodline. I don't know, something about the power of words being a thing for you silver hair freaks but mother always gloated of having three sung blessing spells.

If you ever figure out how to use it, You'll be unstoppable, little bird

You hiccup but slowly, you're calming down. Blinking out the tears a bit, you look up at Osiris. An unusual calmness spreads into you, as if dripping water against the thirsty earth and cleansing the land.

An old song wells up in your throat. You reach up your free hand and place it onto his chest, where his soul would be.

"Remember..."

His other hand grabs at the offending touch, about to break your hand yet... he stops. You feel it through his arms, all of his muscles tense up... he freezes... you continue on.

"Life is but a passing moment, Elusive but look through the smokescreen: you know me... yes, you know me."

The grip around your wrist falters, his brows slightly furrowing. He looks... confused.

"Time will never mend these feelings, waiting for someone to see things... as they were when you first noticed that no one understands."

Your hair raises, making a silver halo around you. The room brightens, it's light source you. Your hands glow, especially where it connects at his chest. His eyes widen. You're blinded by white light as you sing your heart out.

"The night grows ever colder as the moon rises,
long shadows grow stark. A blur of fog draws closer, as life's blessings fades, the other side is dark."

...you open your eyes to see him staring at you... this time without that overwhelming hate. Instead... fear? No... something else...

Gritting your teeth, you use the last of your strength to push him off of you and run out.

Osiris grunts as he lands on the ground, slowly sitting up.

The whole time he sang... it was like he was staring at someone he's always known. The words rang through his head, unlocking the image of someone he's seen... at his birth.

Powerful hands holding him in a fragile hold, a veil opening to reveal a tender face looking down at him with disgust and yet...

Isis walks in, looking around and shivering. "It's so cold in here..." she blinks as she spots him on the floor. "Osiris! Are you okay? You... you have..." She makes a gesture towards his chest. He looks down.

A white flower has sprouted.