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a hidden place that jawahir kept well guarded was home to a more volatile creature, a piece of themselves they had cultivated during times that necessitated violence. it was this hidden place that reacted to the pale girl's commentary now; though jawahir did laugh softly - as a school girl might while the headmistress had their back turned - there remained a dark and toothy undercurrent to the sensation.

he is our beloved, you will see. the jewel remarks to the nearest white ear.

pharaoh was away from them now, and it was jawahir's turn to play the role of a kind matron, which they did not take kindly to. though they would do what was required of them with a smile, leading the lamb to water.