Ennead || Unseen

Want to vanish inside your kiss

(Pwease take this an apology for a long wait: a long ass chapter. Fuck it's been a YEAR??? Damn..... I also have a tumblr now it's the same as my wattpad lol :3)

He was getting bigger. It was a problem. You liked him smaller, like a feeble bird. Helpless, featherless, wanting to prove himself.

Attractive to predators.

But no, now he's just getting into fights now. Men trying to attack a teenage boy. Men falling to a teenage you.

At least, That's what he calls you both. Teens. He seems proud of the title, proud of his height gain and his weight gain and his muscles...

His muscles is stupid. You watch him a bit too closely as he's punching the air out of that old creep's lungs. Idiot was supposed to be grabbing fish for his mother. Now he's fist fighting the caravan men... again. You sigh and take a moment to reflect.

It's been a few years or something, you don't care to count.

Life seemed to be both better and yet worse. Every day you grow taller, heavier and yet all that growth asks a hefty price. You've been growing hungry. Sometimes, you are tempted to take the meat of easy prey. For instance, the stray child on the street....

No. That's bad, apparently. Horus tells you that when he catches you dancing and singing with one of them. He says it scares mothers when a strange teen "looks like it's part demon" and "shrieking in broad daylight" at their children. You weren't even going to eat that one!

You remind him that they're lucky to be born to mothers that care at all.

Still though, it's... okay. Okay to have someone like Horus around you. His head is growing as well, in both ways. He tells you the strange ways humans think and feel. He tells you he's destined for greatness- or just repeating what his mother says. He tells you the things the women of the temples teach him, of the gods and their history. He tells you he'll be one some day. Pffft, a god?

At times, you prefer Anubis.

He too is growing but not as big, not as tall. He is thin, like you. Yet he still trains so hard. You tell him he is lucky to learn the sword, he is shit at punching or clawing. He reddens but continues his training.

His head was growing too, only one way though. He shows you how to read, how to write. You are bad at it though. He shows you drawings of his tutor, a lanky man with silver hair and an ibis crest on his head. You are severely confused at those drawings.... They look the drawings he does of his uncle, Khonsu. How can one tell the difference? he pointed it out later to you.

"Khonsu has a bigger.... Chest." He explains.

"Nice." You say back.

Still, it's.... Okay. It's okay to be around Anubis. He still cries like a toddler, he still refuses to kill the red haired man he calls his father. You still pester him to.

You... are also growing. Your head is. Your hair is longer, matted and wild in several places. You never care to wash, no matter how much either boys offer, beg or threaten. The only hair that has remained soft and detangled is the chunk that remains white. It has not grown much but enough that it has split. Horus jokes that you look like a dark serpent with two fangs adorning your head and your long rope of hair.

You began to think more as well. You don't like the new awareness, a side effect of living with the humans. You are still beast but now, you are cunning. Or as cunning as a beast can be. Perhaps you are tainted with human now. Perhaps this was the true curse of your birth? To live in human clothing yet inside, all animal.... Speaking of which-