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she could not say why her eyes grew watery, why she pressed into him in full in that moment.

for a silent moment, somewhere between his lips and their shared air, she wished he was a brother, a consort like her father had spoken of. then realized that she didn't want that either. lest she have to drive him away as she seemingly had with siptah.

she never wanted to see senmut go as her own blood had.

but she could not speak these things. she could not weaken before him because of a kiss. it mattered not if he had seen her weep before! if he had seen her at her lowest just to lift her higher!

her voice caught somewhere in the back of her throat, as she aimed to rest their foreheads against one another.

do you truly know the lengths i will go to for you, senmut? you need only ever speak, ask...

she hated the sound of her voice now. how it filled the time that came after something so suddenly rare and opening.