Lion Head Mesa fourteenth

"it was wrong of him, to call her."

senmut's mouth was a thin and severe line. he felt heavy as the icy water. he wanted to pull his half-numbed and sodden body out onto the bank but stayed as he was, becoming more docile, warmer under her kiss, arms finding the strength to pull her closer in something that still held the chastity of a holiness.

"it is wrong."

fervor gathering beneath the courage he felt in makono's service.