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long after the din in the throne room had died, long after everyone had been dismissed, long after ramesses had enjoyed sayf's company alone, whiling away and away and away — he returned to his own chambers, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind from where he had cleansed himself.
through jawahir, pharaoh sent an invitation for @Satsu to join him. nightfall had come. it would be a late meal, light, and ramesses saw to it himself that more fruit was brought from their storeroom.
he lay across his throne, thrumming with intoxication of many kinds, entirely incandescent — and hopeful.