Two Eyes Cenote stars, aligning

"this is a taste of the Divine Spark, great one." but senmut spoke in this moment as a man, not as a priest. "this searching is what brings you to the arms of a lover at all. only Amun knows how life suddenly becomes. we only touch its power through pleasure."

allowing himself at last to see her as beautiful, to see the streamlined limbs and delicacy of wrists with which she meant to cradle an empire. how her eyes were more than fine lazuli, they were the piercing sapphiric gossamer of inlaid hieroglyphic. how they were limned in lush obsidian.

how very much of him she carried, and yet so much was her own, ordained by her own presence.

"i am certain." the moment lengthened, thrummed between them — he let himself relax. 

"this sensation, do you feel it for rashepses, divine one?" senmut asked; daring; he did not want her choice to change based upon a moment at last shared.