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the brush of the blossoms against her cheek brought pharaoh's lapis eyes to glow beneath the touch of Ra. ramesses did not watch the petals float away as if they were a group of small barges; he looked only at satsu, and attempted to ponder the undertone of her careful voice.
"it is not i who needs privacy," pharaoh remarked on gilded voice, melding their spaces until there was only a single parameter around the both of them. 
"can you bear to live inside the sphinx, satsu?" a flash of white teeth in a grin. have i asked too much of you?