Wheeling Gull Isle but sleep won't set me free

her gaze came alive, flameward and hot. hues melding into a magma drip of incensed tone. ramesses felt his mouth curve upward with a pleased smile he could not hide, and would not seek to veil. "i tried to do the same with my own sister. but blood has its price in the end. always."
lest he incur the end of her wrath in the form of teeth, pharaoh pulled away, standing languidly to his paws once more. mou. her children. so she had a male tucked away somewhere — ramesses had not bothered to ingratiate himself with anyone — and would now, soon, welcome the young? a waste of his time. and yet she had not been, this maegi; he found himself drawn even closer to her inexorable flame.
but he would not be burned this day.
"my sister sought her pound of flesh in my exile. but our hearts are linked, even from a thousand miles away."
a blink, and then he was turning away.