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and ramesses would not stop her.
instead the pharaoh sought to match her drinking, the lapis eyes caressing how the fruit left their stain upon her cheeks and lips. he recalled the first time he had seen satsu, crouching near water. she had been unaware of her elegance then, but now — now!
pharaoh admired her and let this be known in the way he continued to look.
the air between them thrummed. the honey of drunkenness was upon ramesses. 
he was silent, wanting, earnest.