Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

if i need to delete for nazli to get in still, lmk pls. just wanna keep it going since it's very high priority <3

a roman is not a man of gifts,

let him strike her for the blunt of her tongue, let him spill the divine liquid between them and crumble the whole room. the care of these things had left her somewhere at the doorway.

and she did not recognize the man she faced. it softened the blow of all of this. as if he was nothing more than some wretched spirit come to haunt the royal halls. it was noble to bring him down, to stop all of this in its tracks before it seeped even further. beyond her, beyond the fellahin.

but your people are.

his for one more night. only a few more drawing moments in time. then he could be nothing more than paintings on walls and whispers in halls.