Two Eyes Cenote ninety-first

whenever! <3

"hebsut. why is machiavelli being held?"

he approached carefully, dropped with gratitude onto a nearby couch. the circles beneath his eyes begged her understanding; this was something surely he should have already known, and yet he did not.

for the time being, senmut was neither prince nor priest, but father, and it was a space of existence greatly treasured by the quiet man. he took his meals in nazli's room, holding aiesha as often as he was able, and it was splendidly hard to be away from them now.

bedraggled, exhausted, in need of a bathing, senmut now regarded @Eset with some worry.