Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

ah, there it was — ramesses' ego expanded and roiled and filled the brazen air between them. he only gazed upon charles for a long and radiant moment. "do you want to be here?" pharaoh did not answer the other question. he felt the coywolf maneuvered into a place where ramesses saw fit to have him, spellbound and himself entranced by the scarred man who had once lived as a saint.
moments ticked on.
he lifted his flawless face.
"come here." 
his voice was filled with the sweet fire of the wine and his own surface-shining want.
"sit beside me and i shall tell you."
an arch of a fine brow. a gentle laugh.