Two Eyes Cenote wedding bells [ap]

tysm for starting!!

Austere basked in the sights, sounds, and scents of the coronation celebrants as they swirled about. He sat proper in a corner of the space, his head high as he cast a half-lidded gaze upon every face in attendance. The revelry around him was welcome, even if the dark stranger did not participate in it himself.

At his paws lie the cleaned skull of a ram. An attendant had tried to relieve him of it, but the blackfur obelisk was determined to give his gift personally. To this end, his eyes often fell upon the newly ascended Pharaoh, who this time was looking back at him.

Ears pressing forward, he tracked the auric young queen as she drifted towards him through the crowd, stopping to greet her guests and bless them with her golden smile, but never quite losing her headway: his statuesque position. There was a distant, euphoric look in her eyes, tempered by the time she had reached him. He supposed it took a great deal of effort to moderate one’s ecstasy at a time like this.

He dipped his shadowy head. The distance was of no consequence, he said, low beneath the thrum of bodies and overlapping conversations. I was curious to set eyes upon the one who inspires such... He paused, looking out around those gathered. Admiration. Austere looked back to her. Let us be strangers no longer, Pharaoh. I am Austere of the Fog Towers.