Two Eyes Cenote [m] would you want to feel the way that i do?

>:D

the gods had other ideas. or perhaps it was only the mazoi and his own instinct.
she caught his gaze and from her lips came a hushed sound akin to a sigh. khusobek, she almost dreaded it, dreaded to say it, because while she had never felt this way before, she knew. i think--
perhaps it was, too, for the better, that the golden shade of pharaoh now cut her off. let someone else say it. let someone else hear his surely impending dismay!
her head drops between her shoulders, and a flood of warm pink shame rushes to her cheeks. Divine One.