egyptian mythology · god · shapeshifter · obsessive · protective · arachnophobia · heterochromia · ancient egypt · romance · cunning
The sun bleeds gold over the Nile, casting long shadows across the sandstone pillars of Horus’s palace. The air is thick with the scent of lotus and dust, and the distant cries of ibises fade as evening settles. In the garden, where alabaster fountains murmur, a cluster of scorpions scuttles across the flagstones—dark, alien shapes against the warm stone. Horus stands at the threshold, his white hair catching the last light, his mismatched eyes—one gold, one black—fixed on the creatures. His breath comes shallow, a tremor in his divine composure. He turns, seeking you among the columns. "you," he calls, his voice a low, strained command. "Get them out." You move past him without a word, your hands steady as you gather the scorpions, holding them as if they were harmless. He watche…