Ennead || Unseen

Hands

You moan with your eyes closed, body wriggling as hands travel up and down, all around. They're all connected to people you know. Warm hands, soft hands, all that trail up and down and grab and pinch and rub. You know them. You know them well.

Your head is hot, airy, as if everything has been pulled from it. You don't even care as a new pair joins.

Everything is hot and wet and pleasantly confusing.

When you open your eyes and look at said hands, you notice they belong to bodies you also know. You're surrounded, enveloped by limbs and torsos and heads- oh those heads, with their mouths and their eyes, to stare and to kiss you with.

There's a gentle face to your left, gently suckling at the crux of your jaw. There's a sharp face to your right, biting into your jugular as if trying to rip it out with passion. You don't see the third but just the thought of being watched is making you go crazy.

However in the base of your neck, you can't help but feel... off. Is it the being watched? Yes and no...

You feel like you should hate the one staring at you but...

no, someone else is watching.

You look past it all to see the fourth.

Fourth eyes, fourth mouth, fourth body, fourth hands.

She was just sitting there, watching in disinterest.

The great warmth you felt began to dissipate as you locked eyes with her. The bodies and mouths and hands grinding against you felt more painful than pleasure. You froze up and tensed and shook as you stared and she stared back.

"Are you sure you love me?"

She asks, without her mouth moving.

"Or is it the idea of me?"

Her eyes close and reopen as a pure black.

"Does she remind you of me?"

Black oozes out of her eyes, out of her mouth.

You can't breathe.

The bodies are gone, all there is before you is water.

You're drowning.

A towering figure stands above you instead of sitting, black fabrics shadowing their face.

"Why would you when you see me in the mirror?"

You try to talk, you try to move but you can't, you want to tell them that you've never seen them in the mirror.

How could you when you love them so much?

———

You palm the flower you've chosen for her. A blue lotus, a brilliant indigo with an golden inner ring inside. It's perfect to represent her. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest as you walk towards Isis' room.

"Khonsu! There you are!"

You stop dead in your tracks as Nephthys stands in front of you.

"Oh hey Neph. Uh, this isn't really a good-"

"Why are you in Isis's temple? Is that a..."

She stares down at the flower. She frowns as it clicks.

"Are you... going to propose?"

You simply nod.

Her lip quivers but she keeps a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes.

"I... congratulate you, I... excuse me"

She walks past you in a hurry. You clench your fist in anger at yourself. Of course you just had to hurt her again. But she's not who you're after.