Two Eyes Cenote marble & tooth

it feels settled to meseba. they would go on the offense, draw the bloodshed away from the sands of their home. the soul devourer and sekhmet and anubis would dine their fill on souls and hearts of the damned.

he moves to follow the captain; a soldier ready to duck out of the tent and prepare for the battle to come — only for his steps to stop as eset speaks to him, as she turns to face him. there's an ache in his chest and the low push of breath in an exhale does little to ease it. shame heats his cheeks, following the humiliation that his jealousy had been caught redtoothed.

clearly, he under estimated how well hebsut could read him.

you need not explain yourself to me hebsut, it is after a prolonged moment that meseba forces himself to speak. it is none of my business either way.

he swallows thickly. forgive me eset, i am trying. to hide how he felt? to not let it consume him like the hungry sands? all of the above, perhaps.