Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

He lay still, his form stretched out placidly, the picture of tranquil surrender. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dreamy, slipped through the blonde of his lashes, basking in the sensation of her touch. The yaret handled the tendrils as though a novelty, tightening it just enough to remind him of the power she held.

Fellahin.
Fallen. God no longer.

She loosened it before it became too much, and the man released a shuddering breath. Indeed, my love, he breathed, his voice a smooth whisper to twirl shimmering and metallic to her waiting ears. The deepest shade of crimson. Machi’s eyes fluttered closed, the imagery of the story swirling in his mind, vivid and surreal.

 Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, 'Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!'