Two Eyes Cenote lotus & lyre

His eyes ask for violence.

Eset’s own fall away, guilted, though not at the idea of denying him–

It was the notion of betraying Toula by assenting to such acts as Khusobek was capable; that she’d witnessed the horrific aftermath of. That she’d had her own hand in provoking.

She was a conduit for Pharaoh’s agency in Naaghai, ensuring her word is ennobled in every requisition that passes through Muat-riya. The hebsut knew her Pharaoh. Toula was the healer of broken sanctuaries and whose generous spirit would call for compassion before devastation.

But for all her Goddess’s good grace, the coy felt her own raring like a dark pretense, coursing as sin out and over Khusobek’s calloused paw.

She lifts the hand, turning her face away. None would watch the damning order leave her lips and only the jodai would hear it.

“Let him hurt.”

Eset was none of Toula’s altruism. If she was broken, then it was men like Soto who had made her this way.