#;soulgathered : meryatum

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@soulgathered​ said (inbox):

meryatum just gently shoves some atomic fireballs to ozy "they taste like strawberry" // here u go. spicy.

     The news: Ozymandias was found dead in the hallway. Sources say--

[amunfiir]

@soulgathered: meryatum will throw a water balloon at him as a welcome back!!

*LOUD SQUINTING*

[ardenssolis]

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☘ how does one deal with the pain that death leaves behind? // from meryatum bcs I love u

     AH...THAT QUESTION...OF course his son would approach him with something like this. Honestly, Ozymandias was probably not the greatest person to ask advice from with this particular topic since his go to way of dealing with things was acknowledging it happened, and then moving on from there. His grieving period became smaller and smaller as people around him died, so after a while, it had become harder to actually allow that sadness to process before he placed it in a box and tucked it away. Lifting his hand, he rubbed the back of his head for a moment, pondering how he would go about assisting his son in this matter. ❝You try to remember that person as they were. The smiles, the laughter, the good, sometimes the bad...but ultimately, just recalling those little moments they were around can do wonders.❞

     He pushed himself up from his seat, approaching the little prince and bending down upon one knee so he was no longer towering over them as his hand reached out to gently ruffle soft locks. This child always had the most thought-provoking things to say, although there were times that Amun did as well. ❝Sometimes when I miss your mother, I think about the scent of the lotus that always clung to her, or the times I managed to fluster her.❞ He chuckled gently, lips curling into a small smile. ❝Hang onto those beautiful memories, Meryatum. That will always help with the pain.❞

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@soulgathered​ said:

"father, look what ney gifted me!" it's... it's a frog onesie and the way meryatum is beaming is quite an indicator how happy he is. with a grin he jumps into his father's arms " 'm cute now!"

     NEY...WHY DID YOU feed Meryatum's frog obsession? It was bad enough he had a great number of frog related items strewn about his room, but now he had this onesie he was going to run about Chaldea in. Ozymandias gave a small sigh. Being a father was exhausting sometimes. ❝You were cute before, but I suppose that outfit does suit you. Just do not wear it to the point it has holes in it. I know how you can be.❞ Give it a few weeks and that onesie will be about to fall apart with the rate at which Meryatum clung to his favorite things.

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Meryatum:

Even if Meryatum had been in a position where he would become and heir to the throne, Ozy has always known that he would have never been happy as a king. Meryatum was too free-spirited, too much like the wind in how he held himself, that if he had to take on the mantle of a pharaoh, no doubt he would have been miserable. Being a priest suited them not just because of their abilities that put them close to the spirit realm, but also because Ozy believed he would have been happier in this position than anything else. Surely Thoth gave him wisdom to understand this early on when Meryatum was just a boy.

Ozy sometimes personally trained Meryatum on how to use a blade as well as a bow, although his training was more or less off and on since he was often quite busy. He was a strict trainer and did not go easy on him because he felt to do so would be stating that he did not believe his son was strong enough to protect himself when it mattered. However, where Ozy would admonish him for a mistake made, he would also praise him for things that he did well too. If he did particularly well, as a reward, Ozy would put aside time that day to spend with him. For a few hours, he was not to be bothered with anything in concerns to the kingdom unless it was so important that his Vizier could not handle it.  

Nitocris:

When it is just them, there are times that he will call Nitocris "Nitoqret" as he prefers this to the name that she uses. To him, the former is a borrowed name much like Ozymandias is such. Thus, to show his respect for her when it is just the two of them, Nitoqret is what he will often use. It was also what he first called her upon calling her forth in Camelot when he asked, not commanded, for her to assist him in protecting their kingdom from all who would make an enemy of it.

They both will help one another apply kohl around their eyes! Despite being able to do it on their own with no problem, sometimes it's just easier to have another person handle such. The first few times that Ozy offered, Nitocris was quick to wave her hands and say that there was little reason for him to waste his precious time on something so trivial. However, after a while, he did manage to wear her down and now she is quite used to it (he is very proud of himself for getting her to that point of comfort). This goes for eye makeup in general too. They are both pretty skilled at picking out great complimentary colors.

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@soulgathered​ said (inbox):

meryatum & ney had prepared the entire throne room to look all festive. with lights & a giant tree & even the little cubs & most recent addition to the family wore cute little santa hats. though meryatum had insisted on a frog ornament as the top one for their tree. still, the thought counts! with a grin meryatum hugs his father before running to the presents while ney gives the pharaoh's cheek a kiss "just so you know. my present to you is for later... in private" he adds with a little wink

     EVERYONE TODAY WAS QUITE energetic, but considering the holiday, that was a given. It did the staff, as well as some of the Servants, some good to have something so lighthearted to celebrate -- a pleasant change from the chaos of fighting for one's life that often took place outside these walls. Ozymandias had mingled, albeit for a bit, and now that he had his fill of Christmas celebration in all its entirety, it was time for him to return to the relative peace and quiet of his simulation. Stepping into the room, as he made his way down that long simulated hallway, he was taken aback by the lights that hung gleaming upon his throne room. W-When had this been done? He had been gone for a few hours, but surely no one could decorate this quickly, right? 

      Golden eyes drifted down the sphinx trio, the little one's quickly rushing up to him and pawing gently at his pants. Their appearance made him smirk, amused and endeared, although his focus did not linger on them for too long. Not when there were others who were quick to snatch his attention. ❝Did you all do this?❞ Was the answer not obvious? The frog ornament right at the very top of the tree should have said that much.

     Meryatum and his frogs...

     Returning his son's embrace, it was not long before they rushed off to grab his present from under the tree, filled to the brim with such excitement that he could not help but chuckle. ❝I look forward to your present, Ney. I hope it is to my liking.❞ There was insinuation there within his tone, within his very gaze, but as soon as it was gone, haughty smirk returned to his lips. There would be plenty of time to tease Ney later on. For now, he would enjoy the rest of this evening with two of the people he treasured. Ah, well, counting the sphinxes, he supposed that made five.

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@soulgathered​​​ said (inbox):

Meryatum is just going to stand there with outstretched arms "I'm a delicate one too" read, he wants to be held and get attention

     WELL, THIS WAS NOT a sight he had seen for some time in his son. From Amun it was normal seeing him attempt to tug his father's attention away from something to them, but it had been quite some time since such had happened with Meryatum. He was tempted to tease them, but Ozymandias could understand how they felt. Time like this was a rarity, and rather than being tied by duties as the Sun King would have been in life, if anything, this could almost be qualified as an extended (somewhat) vacation minus end of the world events taking place, of course. ❝You know, you could have held the koalas too, Meryatum.❞ Laughing gently, he reached out to gently pull the little boy into his arms. ❝But yes, you are indeed a delicate one, my Little Sun.❞ At least as they were now---

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@soulgathered​​​ said (inbox):

"father, you love me, right?" he is stubbornly looking up at ramses before placing a bag of yet unfilled water balloons in the pharaoh's hand "help me defeat amun!"

     ❝FOOLISH!!❞ THOSE WORDS WERE proclaimed so loudly the entirety of his simulation must have shook from the sheer force of it. ❝A father cannot get involved in a competition between his children! I will love you both from a distance as you destroy one another with countless water balloons. That is how it should be done.❞ No way was he going to get mixed up in any of this. If he helped one son, the other would sob that they were betrayed. No, no, it was best to just watch the chaos from a distance like a proper father. 

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@soulgathered​​ said (inbox):

"meryatum, what is it?" ney sighs & gently bounces the child in his arms. ever since nefertari's passing he seemed to have taken an especially protective role over the young boy. "you want to go to your father, is that it? alright" after a while he walks up to ramses, placing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck "my pharaoh I fear your aid is required" the little boy is already stretching his arms towards his father with teary eyes "I think he can't sleep if you don't hold him"

     THERE WERE MANY TIMES that he found himself missing Nefertari; the sound of her voice, her smile, the scent that clung to her skin -- it was all things he found himself wishing he could hear once more, although Ramses had at least not appeared to be lingering on these thoughts for overly long. As soon as he heard Meryatum's enthusiastic voice, he smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him upon Ney's gentle kiss upon his skin. ❝Ah, Meryatum, you have to be a brave. You cannot always cling to your father like this when you are unable to close your eyes.❞ Carefully he took Meryatum from Ney, giving the other an amused, albeit apologetic glance for having to deal with the little one when they were like this. 

     It was all perhaps because they missed their mother. It was understandable. They might have been very young, but they would notice something was different. No doubt they had even gone searching around only to see no one present. Alas, they were too young to explain things to -- too young to understand what loss meant. The moment Meryatum was in his arms, small arms clung to him, his hand lifting to brush fingers through the other's hair. ❝You should go get some rest, Ney. I appreciate your help, but do not work yourself too much. As soon as I am able to get him back to sleep, I will join you.❞

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     OH, HOW MENTION OF Meryatum filled him with pride and warmth. The mention of any of his children brought about those emotions, but they were not present like the other was. All of them comfortably resided within the Field of Reeds where they should be, no doubt (how he hoped they all passed that test to see if they were worthy of it). Still…he believed that Meryatum should be there as well, but his children were always the stubborn sort. Perhaps that simply due to such flowing through the blood of both mother and father, more so on his end. ❝Ahahaha! My child reminds me of a great many things. Most of which all due to it being rather integral to who he is.❞  He recalled the priest that he became, yet remembered the little boy he had been too. How odd it was sometimes, to see both residing in the same person even now within Chaldea.

     Boy and priest…

     This was what his son had desired when they took that young form upon being summoned. ❝When it rained in Egypt, sometimes you could hear a great deal of frogs croaking. You could see them under leaves, raindrop plopping upon the ground as they stared at you from beneath… When I saw that, I would always think of my son because I knew he was running about trying to capture a great deal of them. Poor Ney and the servants having to try and pull him back in before he wound up soaking wet and cold after his adventure.❞  Ozymandias’ lips curled into a smile, although his gaze was far away; far, far from that room and back in the past. ❝Meryatum is the smell of incense at temple grounds, of wet sand near the Nile’s bank, of the distant laughter of children as they rush about the city with bare feet and dust clinging to their limbs. He is the spread wings of a falcon, the lazy drifting of clouds, and that point when you look out at sea and see infinity.❞

     Ah…his child was complex.

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@soulgathered​​ said (inbox):

"Father." Meryatum motions Ozymandias to lower to his height & with a grin he wraps his arms around his father, nuzzling their noses together before putting a necklace around the pharaoh. it's a rather simple thing with a sun pendant but the little priest seems mighty proud of himself "made it by myself for you. it's for father's day."

     ❝HM?❞ COMING TO A STOP, he turned to look upon his son with a curious rise of a brow. Did they wish to talk to him about something? Oh, but Meryatum seemed to be in quite a good mood today for one reason or another. Ramses could see it easily in how bright those eyes appeared -- in that very smile. Bending down upon one knee so that he was not towering over the other, he instantly smiled when arms wrapped around him and a small nose rubbed against his own. It earned gentle laughter, that simple gesture warming his heart. ❝Ahaha, what is this for, Meryatum?❞ He need not wait for an answer when one was easily presented to him in the form of a the necklace placed around his neck and the words that followed soon after. 

     Father's Day... He had forgotten about that. Before his children had manifested, he had never really thought of it. Such seemed rather unimportant. That had been his initial thought. Fingers brushed against the little pendant that now rested comfortably upon his chest, warm as if it was the very sun itself to him for reasons that had nothing to do with magic and the like. ❝Thank you, My Little Sun. I will always wear it proudly.❞ He wanted everyone to see it.

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@soulgathered​ ​said (inbox):

"father, I have to know." little meryatum, resting on his back & looking up at the sky waits for a moment before continuing "everyone says I look a lot like you. does this mean when I am as ancient as you I'll be that wrinkled too?"

     W-WRINKLED... HE WAS NOT that old! Ramses huffed, feeling indignant for a moment, although he supposed at the other's age, he considered his father to old. Never his mother, of course, oh no. That was asking for death. ❝I am not ancient. If you want to know what that looks like, just give a glance to the Vizier and you will know true wrinkles.❞ That man had been a little younger than his father and he was still pushing forward. Clearly the Gods desired that he assist Ramses in maintaining the country in this case. ❝Do not tell him I said that, though. He would go on and on and your father has other things to do.❞ Like fishing later on when all was said and done, or taking a nap. Those were just as important as ruling!

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@soulgathered​ ​said (inbox):

meryatum has been somewhat isolating himself by sitting on a wall, reading through some scrolls & ignoring the fretting guards who tried to coax the young prince down. it's not until he sees his father that he stands up, runs a few steps along the wall & then jumping down with a loud "father, catch me!" he laughs before nuzzling his nose against his father's "where are you going? can I come along?"

     RAMSES HAD HEARD THAT his son was being difficult, and so he thought to seek him out while he was on his way to his usual favored spot within the palace to relax. Sandals clacked against stone, the sound nearly resounding within the hallway if not for the hustle and bustle of servants. As soon as he made his way outside, he glanced up, eyes narrowing slightly as the sun instantly blinded him for a moment's time. He barely had time to do much of anything before his son ran along the wall with balance that would make even a cat jealous, soon jumping and leaping into the air with full belief that his father would catch him...and catch him he did. A surprised grunt sounded within his throat, but he managed to keep his balance and ensure that his reckless son did not wind up with a potential swollen ankle. ❝You could have given me more warning before just coming out of nowhere, Meryatum.❞

     He sighed dramatically, a curt nod given to the guards who too seemed quite relieved. They bowed their heads, hand upon their chest before taking their leave to resume their positions. ❝One day you are going to kill one of those guards from stress.❞ Shifting slightly so Meryatum was a bit more comfortable in his hold, he made to head along the side where shade was present, his destination perhaps clear without him saying a word at all. ❝I was on my way to the gardens before all that noise caught my attention. Although I had thought that none would join me in that place, it does not hurt to have some company.❞ An amused smirk was offered, golden eyes gleaming with just the slightest bit of tease. ❝Do try not to make too much noise and disturb the plants, Little Sun.❞

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@soulgathered​ said (inbox):

"father I made you chocolate for valentine!" he looks so utterly satisfied, his little face one big grin, cheeks flushed and his giggle ringing all around him. though sadly his gift might me mildly questionable. if one can overlook the fact that his chocolate looked like mummies holding hearts ( actual anatomical correct hearts ) there is still the very questionable purple and black aura they emit. not that meryatum seems to notice.

     AT FIRST OZYMANDIAS WAS  overjoyed to know that his son had made chocolate for him, though upon looking into the box they were in, his expression went from thrilled to mildly concerned. What was this...feeling of dread that came over him? He had not expected the treats to look breathtaking by any means, and yet....he was...what was that word? FEARFUL. There was even miasma that seemed to lift from those adorably misshapen chocolates (save for the hearts the mummies held, which his son seemed to be quite intent on being detailed). 

     ❝....❞ What was he supposed to say?! These would clearly make him want to die after he ate them! Truly he would have thought that Semiramis had poisoned them just to finally be rid of any form of competition within those walls with how dangerous they looked! A-Ah, but Meryatum looked so enthused and happy.... What kind of father would he be if he said anything other than, 'wow these look amazing!' ❝Mm, I cannot wait to try these! Alas, I am so full from all the chocolate I ate throughout the day, that it will have to wait until tomorrow. Even still, I thank you for all the effort you put into making your father happy.❞ He smiled, pulling the little prince into his arms. ❝Come, I have some treats from our homeland prepared that I know you will enjoy.❞

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meryatum, using crocodile tears and the most heart breaking of sniffles "can I hold your hand?"

     A-AH, HIS SON WAS crying. There was no need for such a thing! He would have held their hand at any time without fail! ❝You silly child, you need not weep to earn your father’s affection.❞ And with that said, he did not hesitate to take their little hand into his larger one just as he would have done back then as a pharaoh as well.

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@soulgathered​​​ said (inbox):

looking at his feet, meryatum tries to hide his trembling. his hands cling to his robe. if only he could have kept that medjed sheet he would have continued to hide underneath. "please." he whispers, finally looking up with tears streaming down his face "please don't hate me. I just... didn't want brother to be alone. I thought... " he stops his words, trying to gain some control over his sobs "I thought a great many stupid things. I am sorry. just please don't hate me."

     THOSE TINY FEET TOLD him exactly who was hiding beneath long white sheet without him needing to say anything at all in question. The tiny hands that clung tightly to that pristine cloth made his brows furrow, guilt over his behavior from their last talk rearing itself from the depths. He had been angry, but his anger was not an unreasonable one. It was the kind born from hurt – from the intense sadness he had felt upon knowing that his son would never see his mother again or come to meet his grandfather, or countless family of the past who would embrace him with love the moment they laid eyes upon his form. Like himself, Meryatum was cursed with this grotesque existence that knew no true peace; for what was given was only temporary, and only to be granted to this Ozymandias, the one who existed now, the mere illusion of a man who had existed at one time with grand ideas for a future that he could not reach for due to Death’s embrace and old age.

     ❝Little Sun…❞ he began, bending down so he was upon one knee and gently lifting the sheet that hid his weeping son from his gaze. However, rather than pulling it off, he simply allowed it cover him as well. ❝I could never hate you. Shh…❞ He lifted his other hand, gently resting it upon the back of the little prince’s head and pressing a kiss upon forehead. ❝I…had only desired for you to be happy, Meryatum. You as well as Amun. When I saw that you were both here, I was overcome with joy…and yet…I was also very sad.❞ Slipping his hand away from where it had been, he brushed the back of his finger against the tears that cascaded down soft cheeks, careful and delicate in his touch in a way that was different from the fearsome pharaoh others saw. The image of power and divinity did not exist here.

     Just a father.

     ❝You are my pride and joy; the very image of both myself and your mother and the encapsulation of our hopes and dreams. I love you, and I will always love you.❞ Their mistakes were his mistakes, for he had not been as attentive as he should have been. Had he noticed, had he truly paid attention, he would have come to understand the effect of death upon his son, and how much it hurt him as a result. To believe he was the one who killed Nefertari, to feel as if he needed to keep away from the Land of the Dead because his brother was no longer there… ❝Forgive your foolish father…❞

      Your heart is kinder than mine.