Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

she did not hear his response, if there was one. he was careful in his movements and cautious, holding her close as she drifted to sleep.

whatever wedding night he had expected as pharaoh, this was likely not the expectation.

oddly, as satsu drifted and let herself fade from the waking world on a pillow of fruit espers, she envisioned part of a recurring dream: the two of them in the wellspring, but this time, with tamar.

satsu gasps softly in her sleep and startles awake immediately, her pulse a jolt. it felt like falling at first, until she snapped back; misty-eyed and flustered.