Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] seventy-fifth

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their time here had all but come to a close, and yet senmut traded the last of what he had for more.

afternoon beside the sea was breathtaking, and before senmut realized it, he was singing aloud, a hymn to the glory of Ra as He shone upon the face of the water.

and in his heart, @Nazli, for whom the green eyes searched often. he had devoted himself to this excursion wholly, but now looked for her, striding along the shoreline with voice lifted in the last lingering notes of his song.

the sea was wonderful, and terrible.

she could not decide if she loved it or was afraid of it; the blue of the sky was made deeper and deeper, with the vanishing horizon there between sea and sky and sun, and Ra danced upon the waves!

and as she watched this, she heard the song of senmut carry to her ears.

nazli moved along the beach then to meet him, and as she drew closer she picked up the tempo of his song and moved with surprising grace, compelled to dance.

nazli.

she danced, before the sea, before the sand, before him;

and senmut let his song lower before another rose, blended from the tones of the first;

sister without rival, 
most lovely of all!
behold; she is as the star-goddess, rising
at the start of the First Year
perfection. brightness;
her eyes are filled with praise;
her limbs are as the lengths of flowers;
her steps are shapely.
she has stolen my breath!
i caress her with starlight!

the hymn of a young man to a young lover, not he, not she; to a far off black land where fellahin only knew the face of the gods by how the heavens moved.

but his breath caught now, almost ceasing the song; senmut witnessed nazli in this ascension to high priestess as his voice wavered.

as fluid as her movements were
(unhindered despite the sand; and why would the earth god Geb impede a priestess? nazli, the bridge between earth and air and sky!)
there was a touch of chaos, too.

moving with the most subtle of inferences and then quickly, deliberately; bowing low as the tide swept out, reaching up like the rising of Ra, and then laughter, as she carelessly caught her steps in the breaking foam.

nazli came to senmut's side while the laughter rolled from her throat, all smiles and sunlight, and for once the black of her eyes looked filigree'd with goldensun.

fluidity. passion, for the gods she knew and those she did not.

the spellwork was unbroken by her golden laughter; it was enhanced; it settled around senmut as if it were a marriage-tent, and his heart beat out wild patterns upon the inside of his ribs.

her eyes were Ra-light caught in a moonless sea; she transfixed him and he let the song at last find its end while he sought nazli for a kiss, one which bloomed as the ocean lapped around their feet.

as the song ended so did her dance.
he stood there, red and glowing like Ra incarnate;
they shared a kiss, embodying the sun and moon
at their feet Nephthys with a blessing

she wants to sink in to this feeling and never have it end!

Senmut,
gasping his name as if he were part of the pantheon and not a man who worshipped—
what if someone caught them there together?

the priest's arms slowly wound around nazli; he kissed the swell of one shoulder. the masculinity in him did not care if they were seen; the diplomat status he held now checked his more passionate touches, and he controlled his want with some reluctance.

but his gaze darted down the beach with daring, until he spotted a cluster of boulders; he drew nazli toward their shadow with his own dancing step, stopping often to share another kiss with the priestess as if they were the only two in the world.

they were priest and priestess! would it be so wrong to be seen? the dances of Nwt were built of powerful heka which only grew with an audience; but the only audience nazli desired now was senmut.

drawn among the stones, the waves breaking around them and effectively drowning the sounds of them together; nazli's eyes begging for affection which senmut so willingly shared.

her heart was full, and her blood burned with the love she held for him.

her eyes swallowed senmut and he spun willingly through their depths. with the crash of surf behind them and the stones roundabout, he joined them in an ecstasy that could be denied not a moment longer.

only the first; they were priest and priestess. but where senmut was not readymade for performance before a great sea of eyes, he was braced and powerful and prepared for her, for nazli, coming undone as a man in a way saved for her, in repetition until they both shook with the effort.

the ocean broke in foam over their ankles and senmut held her to him, trembling, his voice coming in warm pants as he buried his forehead against her shoulder, rousing to marvelous and surprising ardor once more.

she knew they would be parted soon.
she knew she couldn't bear to think about it!
rather, they would drown together here.

and in the aftermath, the sand wet and their bodies warm—she only wants to say i love you, i love you, i love you, even though her body has performed enough to prove it; and her eyes shine with adoration; and she had gasped his name through the tide enough;
instead there is only beloved silence, basking in the warmth. nazli does not want to break this magic any more than she wants to shatter the rites as she's prayed them to her goddess.

lilac fire;

sand and salt and surf;

Ra glows eternal and it seemed as if the land had fallen away from them both. senmut hummed the last notes of his song into the curve of her throat and listened to her sigh the final words of that ballad.

he was her rite. and she was his reason for the ritual of simple heartbeat and the press of their mouths.

firelight; gemstone.