Lion Head Mesa whisper of the night [wp]

for reference, this is after the sacrifice, and Akh is honestly nowhere near his rooms

Curses-!

He couldn’t seem to quite remember where his room was. And if he ran into another couple trying to hide among the stone walls, he believed he would leap from the Mesa, grow wings, and fly away. The Saluki himself stumbled and fumbled as he walked, cursing in Farsi every time his legs slammed against each other.

Damn him! How uncoordinated did he need to get before the gods gave him rest?!

Another breathless moan in the corridor ahead made him rear his head as far back as he could, wildly taking several steps back. Was that the same couple?! He stormed back the way he came, now convinced he had been walking in circles for gods knew how long.

He wanted to either sleep, or perhaps find another partner for revelry. Unbidden, his mind turned to Belen, their time together. Roughly, he pushed away the thoughts once again. He was doing that a lot these days. She was fine, wherever she was.

He just needed some sleep. And to stop hearing more damned moaning-!