Lion Head Mesa 発火 akejosei (m)

ramesses was alone.
without fellahin, without guard, he went to the apartments of the queen and breathed in the lacework of her scent.
outside of this time, satsu struck him as if she were the finest myrrh. but all was heightened now, all was anticipatory.
pharaoh entered.
but she was not here. he followed the path upward, until he came across her perfect small prints outlined with water. and here her fragrance again, the bouquet of the queen drawing him along and along until he saw her silhouetted against the cold sky.
satsu glowed. ramesses stared after her with open desire.