Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first [ap]

taking some liberties!

sweet was the desert air.

and yet it could not quell his stomach, nor the sickness of his heart. nor its great emptiness. senmut could scarcely wait for the moment where he would be back in the familiar red rooms.

he could hear the spill of singing, of light, of laughter and animated conversation, and turned to go back when he caught sight of @Nazli too, in the sands.

red ears splayed in unsurety, but ok slightly unsteady gait did senmut approach, and lifted his gaze to the sky. "are you pleased with our success tonight, nazli?"

she wore what he had once made, and he felt afire to see it, guilted, elated, surprised.