Lion Head Mesa [sc] eighty-second

"priests do not marry. priestesses do not marry. and they certainly do not wed one another," senmut said with no perversity of rage now shone in his eyes. his teeth flashed in a silent laugh to think of machi laid upon velveteen skins while he, erpa-ha and high priest, camped in the earth of the fields, lay down among the grass and the stars and the ants.

it was not altogether an unpleasant image, one that tugged at his mouth with no small wave of imagery bursting across the sight of his very eye, his very mind. "i should not think i deserve such luxuries if i do not bring them myself. it will be good for me to slumber without comforts, i think. i have become very accustomed to them."

best to be laid bare, to commune.

"you will not insult her, nor me. i enjoy you, machi," senmut said with simple and plain pleasantry, for it was the drink but it was also his company, the heat of Ra, the resplendence of his flesh.

"i enjoy that you talk to me this way," the prince added with a flick of red brow and a scintillating grin, just before a faint sickness ghosted across his expression and he rolled to one shoulder in anticipation.