Ennead || Unseen

Fertility

It was too hot out. Your skin was getting dark and itchy but it would hurt each time you touched it. Tearing up, you ran inside. You saw a familiar pair of legs and ran up to them, hugging them harshly- not realize you almost tipped him over.

You hear a sigh before you're picked up and cradled, plopped into his lap like always. Hands cooler than your scorched skin gently ran across it, healing and soothing. You sighed in happiness as you feel him hug you and put his chin on your head.

You were both watching the other three, still playing outside. 'They're creatures of day, Khonsu. You're a creature of night, you must get used to the day's illuminary radiation' Your eldest brother would say, even though you don't know what that is. He's always using big words you don't know.

But that's why you liked Osiris the most.

He was like you.

He doesn't use big words and he doesn't like to burn in the sun, he just likes to watch. Unlike Papa Geb's silence though, brother Osiris doesn't scare you with his quiet.

He's like a relaxing bath of lukewarm water, not too hot, not too cold.

That's why you liked him. He was like you.

The neutral. A child of sky and earth.

The grip around you tightens.

That's why he was like you.

He promised that he would be there for you, to heal, to protect, to...

His... his chest isn't moving. He isn't breathing.

To....

He's too hot.... He's too cold.... You don't like the tempature of his skin, it's too much and too little for you.

That's why you liked him.

He was too much and yet too little.

He was like you.

You looked up at him.

His adult self was staring down at you.

Those eyes-

The neutral. A child of night and day.

It's why he liked you

-why do they look like the eyes-

Just like you,

-of someone dead?

A child of light and dark.

To... love you

A lukewarm hand travels down your stomach, down to your-

———

You gasp, flinging yourself upwards.

Sand. You crunch your hands through the sand, the sound of sizzling and crystallization. You whip your head to the left as you hear a groan.

"Ugh, Khons. Go have your wet dreams next to some random foreigner instead of me." Seth flicked some sand at you, making you sputter. He was laying on his back, arms crossed behind his head. The moon illuminated him very well, quite photogenic in this lighting.