Lion Head Mesa ingemuo

germanicus was the most unfit person to ever grace a throne room. ramesses wanted to throw something at him: a berry-pit. a gnawed bone. anything to make him so much as blink. the eagle seemed to suck all air from the room barren of satsu's presence.
ramesses was suddenly riddled with exhaustion. he wanted to close his eyes now and sink into grateful sleep which turned the hollow feeling into velvet darknesss for a while.
germanicus spoke of the saints. ramesses blinked and seemed to sharpen. his former self wavered into view. "you knew where they were and you have not moved to destroy them?"