Lion Head Mesa everybody loves you, baby [m]

ONE LAST DDATE NITE

 

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Toula lay nestled against Rashepses, his strong arm stretching over her. they two lay together in a room that looked to be starkissed, the bioluminescence glowing in the dimdark they existed in. she had the fellahin prepare this space for them, furs she knew would be to his liking thrown artfully about for them to take their rest upon when they wished. she had asked that, in an hours time, their favorite foods to break their fast be delivered to them. they had already greeted Ra, and after that, one another.
she was very, very tired—but she existed in a state of bliss, of happiness. perhaps only her husband would know just how truly tired she was, in the ways he had become a true pillar of support. it is because they are waking up, Toula whispered to him one night with a smile.
the Pharaoh did not reveal her worries to him. nor to Tavina. she did not know what she would do, to be told by any healer that she could be dying. and she did not want to cause her husband undue fear—for her, he had and was doing so much! but if this was to be the end of her, then she would make every single moment count. and she would have done her duty—continued her Godly bloodline!
she confided in prayer to Tawaret, to Iset. it was They who said to her in the dreams she was surrounded by her children, do not fear! and strangely, she did not. she was content. 
turning carefully to face her husband now, she looked up at him with eyes that matched the makeshift starlight around them. her other arm moved to fling around him, the cuff he had gifted to her clinging to her wrist. a tighter fit, for now, but it fit nonetheless! do you remember when first we met? she whispered to him, nuzzling beneath his chin. an hour had already passed, and now the fellahin brought in gifts of food for her beloved… and for herself! had she remembered to ask for berries smothered in honey…? ah! her brain felt covered in a fog. but Rashepses and his touch anchored the tired Toula, and she withdrew only long enough to observe his reaction to the plates that came.