Lion Head Mesa godsblood

he wasn't no godly man, but he knew the tune and could fiddle away paws bound behind back. he faked some pious bow as queen toula made her rounds, dipping face closer to ground at every change of altar.

when her queenship was done whisperin' into stone and plucked feathers, gucci gently cleared his throat. he side-eyed @Akhtar , hopin' the priest would now disperse with the finished rites.

majesty, gucci smiled as good as he could. why don't we walk th' serpent, git inta warm sun?