Blacktail Deer Plateau With the evening sun

for the most part, ingram agrees in a low, rumbling murmur. there were differences between osiris and sithis that were stark enough to push the two deathgods into different tiers.

holding onto sithis hadn't made his nightwife stay, hadn't made her love him with the devotion that he loved her, holding onto the hope time and time again that she would stay.

that he would be enough.

in this truth, ingram sees why he was so desperate to leave behind the daedra and the life he'd built 'round them.

he was so ready to start anew: in all aspects.

and osiris offered that fresh start; gleaming like the golden scales he weighed the heart and the feather with.

her word of missing him draws ingram from his thoughts and draws a small, startled laugh from him. it's ok if you don't miss me, ingram teases. if you don't stay with akashingo ...don't be a stranger ash paw. i need your back talking to keep me humble.

though he imagines, if the pharaoh and his queen allows even ingram to stay that he would be at the bottom of the hierarchy understandably.

that does not surprise me, a soft twitch of his lips into something akin to a smirking smile tugs at the corners of ingram's lips.