Lion Head Mesa Anemone

altars! yes, yes! she breathed! oh, it was an idea that sang to her worshipful heart! and were they two not Gods? already Their altars were built, that of Iset, of Osiris. 
and oh, he saw what she did! Toula held him in turn, her eyes closing as his lips drifted over the cusp of one ear. we shall begin these preparations at once, she spoke thickly, her mind at work—they should know sooner rather than later where might be best to stake their growing claim. but as she beheld him,
she thought of the two of them claiming one another again and again in each of these corners. before it was anyone else’s, the world was Theirs—Gods, yes, with the goodwill to share it. and how They provided! four perfect ones, little godlings, to give it to! Toula gently raises her palm to cup it against his cheek, adoringly, before she pulls him in for a long kiss. pain passes through her, and Toula withdraws only to hold him and the lives they had just brought to Akashingo. 
she lays down, the exhaustion of it all weighing on her closing eyes. and before she even knows it, she falls asleep against him, cradled lovingly in his arms as their young is kept safe and warm between them.