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do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - October 30, 2023
Legend, still out of commission. This left her only with @Khusobek, ever to her chagrin — she calls upon him anyway. Patrol was all she had said.
She would not stray far from her pharaoh-to-be, not for long; she parts from Toula with a murmured promise to return to her side before the sun is to curve across the cenote. She had left her under the vigilance of Eset — one of few whom she trusted in her absence.
She peels away from the border with the leather of a buck tossed hastily over her shoulders, the sky still a stream of indigo.
She would not stray far from her pharaoh-to-be, not for long; she parts from Toula with a murmured promise to return to her side before the sun is to curve across the cenote. She had left her under the vigilance of Eset — one of few whom she trusted in her absence.
She peels away from the border with the leather of a buck tossed hastily over her shoulders, the sky still a stream of indigo.
We will go east for one hundred cubits, and then we will split. You go south, I go north.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - November 01, 2023
a belch. steam hissed into the darkened air as khusobek pissed out the night of drink, head aching and senses overwhelmed almost to irritation.
"certainly," he grunted sarcastically, though he had no intention of refusing. his shadow was a swagger across the sand.
"i look forward to the wedding feast. and the guests. who knows, perhaps i will charm some foolish noblewoman and she will take me away to be her husband!" his laughter was raucous; it frightened a passing lizard into a skitter and sent pain lancing through his own skull.
"certainly," he grunted sarcastically, though he had no intention of refusing. his shadow was a swagger across the sand.
"i look forward to the wedding feast. and the guests. who knows, perhaps i will charm some foolish noblewoman and she will take me away to be her husband!" his laughter was raucous; it frightened a passing lizard into a skitter and sent pain lancing through his own skull.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - November 01, 2023
He is, according to her observation, hammered. In moments such as this, Zaahira greatly wished she were as... simple as he.
She supposes he is decent enough company; a sounding board for the thoughts that continue to rattle her. She tugs the pelt over her head to accomodate for the swell of night-chill.
She supposes he is decent enough company; a sounding board for the thoughts that continue to rattle her. She tugs the pelt over her head to accomodate for the swell of night-chill.
Queen is to become pharaoh,if one looked closely, they could see the hint of a smirk curling one corner of her mouth.
I look forward to her coronation.
You too have your eye on the women,a laugh breaches the monotone of her voice. Her thoughts roam to the curve of Eset's jaw; don't make the mistake of thinking I am good; and then to Selena. Selena. Selena does not haunt her in the same way she once did, and the realization makes her throat squeeze.
I could only hope the same for myself.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - November 01, 2023
"pah!" khusobek spit upon the ground and blinked back the bleariness. "i knew a female pharaoh; ah. her father named her pharaoh. but she had a brother to marry, which satisfied the court."
"and when do i not have my eye on women, zaahira? i've had all the queen's, you know," he blundered, slinging an arm around her shoulder while his breath reeked of berries, "to my story: she lay with him, conceived a son in the name of their father, then had her personal army drive her brother out, deposing him."
"his name was ramesses. and i am her gift. do you know what happens to a female pharaoh? she is alone. men fear her. they come to shrink from her touch. she bears princes and princesses and knows beneath them she will lose her name. hatshepsuun," oh, to say her name! "she is alone. she is bitter. she is ageless, a goddess, but love does not consider the needs of a pharaoh. and you will see it the day he takes a concubine."
"and when do i not have my eye on women, zaahira? i've had all the queen's, you know," he blundered, slinging an arm around her shoulder while his breath reeked of berries, "to my story: she lay with him, conceived a son in the name of their father, then had her personal army drive her brother out, deposing him."
"his name was ramesses. and i am her gift. do you know what happens to a female pharaoh? she is alone. men fear her. they come to shrink from her touch. she bears princes and princesses and knows beneath them she will lose her name. hatshepsuun," oh, to say her name! "she is alone. she is bitter. she is ageless, a goddess, but love does not consider the needs of a pharaoh. and you will see it the day he takes a concubine."
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - November 01, 2023
He slings an arm over her and begins to spin a tale through half-intelligible words, and for a moment Zaahira wonders if he may start singing. Perhaps she should not send him southbound alone.
Ramesses. She knew that name, knew him to be pharaoh before Toula and before Makono; knew him to be their father. But she had not heard the name Hatshepsuun.
Ever so slowly she begins to peel herself from the curve of his arm.
She did not think Toula would take kindly to having lesser women beneath her husband. And her people, as far as she knows, love her; the Gods love her! But she is young; naïve and untouched, in some way, despite the knowledge she holds beyond her years. Perhaps time will change her. She could only hope that it will not.
Ramesses. She knew that name, knew him to be pharaoh before Toula and before Makono; knew him to be their father. But she had not heard the name Hatshepsuun.
Ever so slowly she begins to peel herself from the curve of his arm.
The thing I will say of Rashepses is that he does love her. I have seen it. His body. His eyes. And she him, too, and I hope that he will not ruin that for himself.
She did not think Toula would take kindly to having lesser women beneath her husband. And her people, as far as she knows, love her; the Gods love her! But she is young; naïve and untouched, in some way, despite the knowledge she holds beyond her years. Perhaps time will change her. She could only hope that it will not.
What of you, then, Khusobek? Do you see yourself with a wife, if the Gods and our pharaoh were to grant you one?she was not blind. More than a few times, there were hints of the palace's women upon his pelt. But would he take any of them? Or, more pressingly, would they take him?
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - November 01, 2023
"you place far too much faith in love, mazoi," khusobek snapped, suddenly cold, eyes clearing as if he had never imbibed a drop of the potent elixirs. "and you will never bear the weight she will. you cannot know, so do not trust him. keep your eyes open."
he spoke to her as old-guard, as palace guard, as keeper of a thousand secrets. captains in the royal household and scribes alike took to their modest graves the legends that pharaohs had killed to gain. khusobek now remembered some of those with which he had been entrusted to hold — forever.
such things drove a man to drink.
khusobek became pliable once more, soured in throat and belly. "i would not inflict myself on a wife, zaahira," he grunted, pausing for a moment as he thought he might vomit. the sensation passed and he pressed on. "i am a womanizer and a drunkard, not a monster."
not the sort he had been under hatshepsuun.
he spoke to her as old-guard, as palace guard, as keeper of a thousand secrets. captains in the royal household and scribes alike took to their modest graves the legends that pharaohs had killed to gain. khusobek now remembered some of those with which he had been entrusted to hold — forever.
such things drove a man to drink.
khusobek became pliable once more, soured in throat and belly. "i would not inflict myself on a wife, zaahira," he grunted, pausing for a moment as he thought he might vomit. the sensation passed and he pressed on. "i am a womanizer and a drunkard, not a monster."
not the sort he had been under hatshepsuun.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - November 01, 2023
Her faith laid in love. Too much of it, according to this hardened, feeble man beside her. A pointed insult. Was it so wrong of her, that desire? That instinctive urge?
Was it so wrong to believe there is a point to all of the trials? That all of this effort, this prayer, this longing, will someday work in her favor?
When it comes time to turn their separate ways, she, instead, veers him northward with a bump to his flank. In this state, alone, she fears he would get swallowed by the sand.
Such a miserable man he is. Zaahira almost thought to pity him, this creature of lust and sloth. She hisses out a sigh; the silence hangs thick, and she lowers her tone to something bordering the edge of maternal, even if she knew it would likely fall upon deaf ears.
Something stirs in a nearby shrub of brittlebush.
Was it so wrong to believe there is a point to all of the trials? That all of this effort, this prayer, this longing, will someday work in her favor?
Some of us would only like to have something to look forward to. If I do not-- if I do not have faith, I will lose my mind.what was the point without it?
When it comes time to turn their separate ways, she, instead, veers him northward with a bump to his flank. In this state, alone, she fears he would get swallowed by the sand.
Such a miserable man he is. Zaahira almost thought to pity him, this creature of lust and sloth. She hisses out a sigh; the silence hangs thick, and she lowers her tone to something bordering the edge of maternal, even if she knew it would likely fall upon deaf ears.
What makes you happy, mazoi? Truly. Maybe you should clean yourself up. Find a hobby.
Something stirs in a nearby shrub of brittlebush.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - November 07, 2023
"but i have a hobby, zaahira." the bright teeth broke in an easy grin. "women."
an inhale, cutting; "do we not share the same hobby?"
khusobek felt what he sensed as pity and chose not to embrace it; he lashed out instead in this way, feeling the roil of gut and soul. "happiness is not our lot. it is service. so while i serve, i spend my time in diversion. when i can no longer serve, then i shall die."
grim. pragmatic. khusobek hoped zaahira would approve even silently.
an inhale, cutting; "do we not share the same hobby?"
khusobek felt what he sensed as pity and chose not to embrace it; he lashed out instead in this way, feeling the roil of gut and soul. "happiness is not our lot. it is service. so while i serve, i spend my time in diversion. when i can no longer serve, then i shall die."
grim. pragmatic. khusobek hoped zaahira would approve even silently.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - November 07, 2023
We do,a look of knowing; tentatively, a smile begins to crawl.
but I would like to marry a woman. Have a family. Not-- not just let go of my worries for a night with a loveless fuck.Eset. A distant dream; one Zaahira thinks to be unattainable. And Selena, now lost to the great earth, to the Land of Reeds.
But maybe that is only wishful thought.
She swallows dryly.
A life of service, a life below the heels of those who happened to have been born to certain people. She, at her core, a simple soldier — Khusobek too knew this. Lived it.
There is still meaning and joy in service,you are not beneath Hatshepsuun anymore.
you-- oh, shit.
She sees it. Them. Eyes, shimmering, dead; staring. A rangy, emaciated body. An ugly hiss rattles her skull.
A bobcat stumbles before them, and it is hungry.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - December 01, 2023
"it does not have to be loveless, zaahira." khusobek sought the physical not only for himself but for the pleasure of those he bedded. it was mutual, not only a selfish release, and he knew it would be so also for zaahira.
a cat. khusobek's muscles tightened and his sickness fell away as the guardian's instinct filled the mind and body.
he feinted toward the cat with a loud snarl, shoulders bunched with honed cord as he attempted to startle it.
a cat. khusobek's muscles tightened and his sickness fell away as the guardian's instinct filled the mind and body.
he feinted toward the cat with a loud snarl, shoulders bunched with honed cord as he attempted to startle it.
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Zaahira - December 18, 2023
zaahira dove first with an open mouth, lunging in open swiftness for the exposed flank as the cat scatters from khusobek's approach. the creature whirls to meet her, and before her eyes close, she sees claws that rake through the air toward her.
a lash of hot pain and the strong scent of blood — onlookers would see a straight slice and beading crimson through her cheek. stumbling, filled with fervor, her teeth gnash in the hope of piercing the soft scruff.
take the rear,the order came in a flash of panic.
try to pin it.
a lash of hot pain and the strong scent of blood — onlookers would see a straight slice and beading crimson through her cheek. stumbling, filled with fervor, her teeth gnash in the hope of piercing the soft scruff.
omg i'm so sorry for the wait on this! we can fade this with ur next reply if u want <3 i trust u to pp hira!
RE: do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad? - Khusobek - December 26, 2023
no worries! fading! <3
zaahira directed and he lunged, teeth crushing. his body held down the cat as the jodai wrapped herself between claws and teeth.
blood. blood, and he was grinding bone beneath his jaws.
they would both be swiped by claws before it was over, but zaahira had its throat as it twisted for khusobek, and soon it was ended.
in silence they skinned it for what remained of the fine tan hide and left its remains behind in limping route back to muat-riya and healing.
their thoughts ran riotously and alone.
blood. blood, and he was grinding bone beneath his jaws.
they would both be swiped by claws before it was over, but zaahira had its throat as it twisted for khusobek, and soon it was ended.
in silence they skinned it for what remained of the fine tan hide and left its remains behind in limping route back to muat-riya and healing.
their thoughts ran riotously and alone.