Lion Head Mesa godsblood

attn @Akhtar or @Gucci !

the Queen had been busy. her actions, decided as they were, might bring about war. she would pray upon it. to Iset she went, bringing offerings that would please her. then to Tawaret. and then she drifted toward the altar of Osiris, before at last she moved toward the one she had begun to build for the son of Himself and Iset—Horus.
in her time here on this plane, she had spoken to Him in thanks for the sky and its beauty. thanked him each day and each night for the colors He had elected to paint upon his canvas. she often brought him feathers of all sorts, things that had practically touched His domain above. but this time, she came to him with new prey, and cardinal feathers—red things.
with her attendants behind her, Toula drew toward Horus as she considered what to say. how to say it.
under her breath, she began to say so many quiet, secret things—but Horus would hear them. she would lay her true heart bare before Him.

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?

indeed, Toula sent Akhtar off to @Senmut—she and he had both found a new duty for the man she imagined would occupy his time, and perhaps even please him. she looked to the tiny royal man, her heart swelling to see him. Gucci was the sweetest looking thing! oh! she just wanted to squeeze him, as much as she had now as then when she was just a girl! 
she wished that she could acquire a dozen more little men like him, just to look upon. it somehow soothed her, and made her feel very happy. to hear his suggestion to prolong their time together made her smile brighten. it is a lovely day for it, and so I do not see why we should not, came her warm voice. 
she kept her pace mindful of him. she soon felt the eyes of Ra upon them. the little man beside her had been so close to her father, and she found herself asking, do you miss him? in a soft voice, before adding, my father, I mean,

'twas wretch'd summer weather, which he once endured with aid of blowing a/c units. now, he pretended to have by accident been walking within toula's shadow.

he'd been brewing a question, so hers caught him off-guard. batty ears swiveled.

yup. he said, without blink of hesitation, adding a bounce to his step. ah think a'his graciousness most ofen! 

gucci didn't mention it was the time of his reign he thought of, those halcyon days early on when there were no poisoned meals, no depraved obsessions.

the man turned and grinned at the young priestess-queen.

he was most rivetin' king!