In Egypt, the dunes gather to such heights that they resemble your mountains. The earth burns in the day, and freezes at night.
[ Is it any wonder, then, that the god of the desert straddles the line between Meridian and Zenith?
It is almost as if he can feel her coming, were he to press his cheek to the humid, sticky root floor of the caverns they are all trapped in. If he pushes his ear to the ground, he can hear the patter of her hooves and the strength of her body as she carves a path through the world. Coming, because he has asked. The shame fills him, acute and poignant, for even though they are now friends, there is something distinctively emasculating about calling for aid. Why? Because he is bursting with energy that he needs to shed?
He ought to call a Zenith loyalist to do such a thing. He resolves that he will not offload such moonlit energy upon her, in that moment; he does not need to shed it, he only needs her near while he recovers. Injury has left him addled, after all. The taste of his own blood between his teeth and the throbbing ache in his fingertips where he'd torn his nails clean from their beds while clawing at Amos Burton's fist clenched in his hair — he is tired. ]
If your mind remains free, nothing will tether you. You truly are a woman who will be peerless, Hayame.
I regret having to show you such a sight, [ as she is almost upon him, his bruised and fight-broken body. ]
But, you are the only one I could trust not to take advantage of such a situation.
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[ Is it any wonder, then, that the god of the desert straddles the line between Meridian and Zenith?
It is almost as if he can feel her coming, were he to press his cheek to the humid, sticky root floor of the caverns they are all trapped in. If he pushes his ear to the ground, he can hear the patter of her hooves and the strength of her body as she carves a path through the world. Coming, because he has asked. The shame fills him, acute and poignant, for even though they are now friends, there is something distinctively emasculating about calling for aid. Why? Because he is bursting with energy that he needs to shed?
He ought to call a Zenith loyalist to do such a thing. He resolves that he will not offload such moonlit energy upon her, in that moment; he does not need to shed it, he only needs her near while he recovers. Injury has left him addled, after all. The taste of his own blood between his teeth and the throbbing ache in his fingertips where he'd torn his nails clean from their beds while clawing at Amos Burton's fist clenched in his hair — he is tired. ]
If your mind remains free, nothing will tether you. You truly are a woman who will be peerless, Hayame.
I regret having to show you such a sight, [ as she is almost upon him, his bruised and fight-broken body. ]
But, you are the only one I could trust not to take advantage of such a situation.