Lion Head Mesa ushinawareta-wa

he rose; more than that, as ramesses stood proudly before her, he filled the space with his presence. so very different from satsu who felt as if she withered.

cheeks smeared with dark marks, nose beginning to drip. his question did not suit her mental state — and with an exasperated huff she moved to pass him. to leave him to his childish questions and excess.

deftly did she hope to move, but stunted by her emotions, blinded by them; she draws within reach of him.