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          despite the harsh sand against his eyes he lessens his natural frown, the glint of white teeth flashing in a smile at the corner of his mouth. he casually brushes away a lock of hair from between his lips, blown from the hot breeze, and raises his chin to look a little lower at her. "you bless me with your contemplation. i had the support of the hyksos, yes, but it was me alone who dented the pharaoh's skull."

          the man steps closer and studies her with his dark eyes. he was almost relieved she had not proved a threat, now that her tone had returned to its regular aggravating playfulness; even though they did not exactly get along on the best of days. he nodded. "our sand is ever shifting, constantly changing. it takes years to navigate properly... it is anything but lifeless."

    It is such a small thing, almost so unnoticed that it was almost missed. Her features are no longer severe, and perhaps even…understanding. It tastes strange and belatedly bitter upon her tongue, but it is far better than her belief that he’d been an oppressor. Perhaps it was the smarting bite of retaliation that simply couldn’t be furthered. …She’d been wrong about him, even. “Then you…" she pauses, defeat settling heavily upon her shoulders, addled by an even stranger levity. —Relief? "Perhaps I have hope in you. Not much, but…it’s far better than before, o’ mighty King. But you didn’t crush them alone! Tell me: how do you treat your subjects? Your countrymen? Good, I hope!" came rather retaliatory bite, crossing her arms and tilting her head.    ”I was born in an oasis. I wouldn’t know." That much may have been true, the red queen gazing at him rather neutrally.    Progress, wasn’t it?

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            "--either you come from a different land than assyria, or legends and knowledge have lied to my face," he replied after a long pause. one or two of the guards turned heads to mutter between themselves and laugh, muffled by their hands - one in the back let out something akin to a whistle, but the noises were silenced with one gesture of the pharaoh's hand. another silence continued as he studied her curiously.

            "their women are received with higher respect than some others', but none could become a queen. none, still, would dress as you have." his hand moved from the golden weapon across his back, went instead to rest on the neck of his thick-legged black horse.

            "it could not have been simple to cross the desert to find us--" he gestured around to the dry dunes in demonstration -- "but i am afraid i must question why."

          ⟨« ♛ »⟩ ——        The she-wolf was exhausted upon her arrival into the capital city, albeit it never slowed her actions once. She swiftly got off her horse; her beloved spear used as a walking stick, wolf furs laid on her shoulders while she adorned a simple charcoal chiton; a large symbol of her Grecian roots. Upon a first glance at the king, she almost choked on her laughter, his attire all too common for someone of his status. His actions & words only followed the typical stereotypes that came with power. But she wouldn’t dare bow her head & allow him to insult her so easily. No, she was the Amazons’ queen, & she would fight.

                   ❝ & i apologize on behalf of my tardiness. the recent storms hitting the lands have slowed travel. ❞ An eyebrow rose in suspicion, limbs coming to cross against her chest as she spoke in a cold, albeit powerful tone. ❝ you mock me & my people. i find it almost comedic you think so low of me upon a first greeting. but you, sir, are a very bold but ignorant man, especially when this ’ lone woman ’ you attempt to insult me with is their queen. ❞

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"--godhood is not claimed here, woman, it is given. and i am no mindless tyrant."

            he thumbs at the skin belt across his waist, leaving the handle of his golden dagger without contemplation. she was a worrisome one, but as conversations with her had proven, she was more accustomed to a heated and sarcastic argument than brutal assassination. "if your father suffered, he suffered from the ones i destroyed to save them from the fate of the assyrians, who would have trampled much in their path - instead our people joined, and spared thousands from death."

            his smile turns upwards, biting absentmindedly at the skin of his lips. "sand is not lifeless to us."

    “I will be frank with you, then," Maryam begins in graven low, features awash with a seriousness that rarely flitted upon them. In truth, she doesn’t want to kill this man. And yet, she would be the last to mourn his passing if he did perish, which to her, would be soon. "I’ve seen men claim godhood, and then use it to oppress and destroy those they see as lesser. I hate tyrants. My father suffered under Egyptian rule, and he was Nubian. You say you are a king, but if you abuse your power, than you are nothing better than the lifeless sand you love so much.”

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          "--earn? i have overpowered the force of the egyptians, pushed them to their knees, and slain the only man strong enough to face me. it is the body of horus you insult."

          sheshi fixes her with a critical gaze, crossing both arms against his chest. "and i have not seen you earn these precious moments of my time; yet, here you stand."

    “I’ve seen many men claim the title of king,       but are never worthy of the title. What have      you done to earn it other than boast it from      the tops of the pyramids?”

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          "you are a painfully insufferable woman, and an impossibly stupid one to anger a king."

    “Take your own advice.”

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          "--shut your mouth."

    “Look! Sand coming from the west~!”

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{ ;♔☾< } ——            the king had dark and squinted eyes to protect him from blowing sand, one hand rested on the golden khopesh across his back, feet a distance apart to hold his weight. a leopard skin was displayed across his shoulders with his long brown hair brushing against the fur, beaded with gold. no less than twenty guards stood inches behind, stone-faced and brandishing the finest bronze-arrowed bows, all readied for his command.

            "--we have expected you for a time," he spoke coldly, taking her light skin and dark hair for the appearance of an assyrian, the fear from the north, the people he guarded his kingdom against. "though from the threat your people promise to be, i did not expect to receive from them a lone woman as a messenger."

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{ ;♔☾; } ----         he stood alone with the marble handle of a golden dagger clenched in one fist, clothing in a disarray from pausing halfway through removing it. she seemed abashed and pitiful, he noted, one hand extended in a gesture of hesitation to the guard by the door who wielded a ready bronze weapon the second she appeared.

            he spoke quietly after a long pause, with a gentle voice not entirely predictable from his wide-shouldered stature and serious face. "--somewhere you cannot possibly be unless the gods willed it so," it said, and sheshi shrugged his garments back onto his shoulders, kneeling down to face her. "tell me now if you are a messenger."

Sweet dreams are made of this,

☁ khets

who am I to disagree? 

(☾☆) — The entity had a habit of sleeping where she shouldn’t. Her head and joints ached as she slowly sat up. As she ran her fingers through her hair the woman observed her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. She yawned and then rubbed her eyes before shifting her gaze to the man who was approaching her. ❝Where am I?❞

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[ i still think it's really adorable that most pharaohs had piercings, and bellybutton piercings were reserved only for them.

imagine a frowny badass buff egyptian with a little bellybutton ring.

isn't that freakin cute. ]

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                "--and who are you?"

khets          

                       ”it’s been a while… how are you dear?”

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o u t  o f  t h e  g r a v e:  I’ve had this blog since october ‘13, and its establishment happened to coincide w/ the beginning of a rather difficult year ( the workload was immense; the preparation for these infernal finals no less than onerous ), so it’s had its ups & downs in terms of activity and content quality, but lightning mun and lightning muse are still here ― à la back from the dead and bigger than ever.

the brotherhood without banners

morganxpendleton queenxcersei knightwithoutbanner xthedanger dxrknesswillrise maimedlion sapphiremaiden forsakenvows southronflower dualcorruption

those a knight is meant to protect

nxymria pxntmercy singlasses thetasteofinnocence thedarknesstohislight regalae iwillnotcringe beggarking heiressofdorne arielshepard motherviper highgardenharridan khets ladystarked taiyoumajesty soeuratous tormentinhonor flameofthenorth keyisumser abrideoffire wildasawinterstorm kunshu quietgravedigger thefacelesswolf vicky-greyjoy melisandre-rp silkssongsandchivalry thepeachking thehiddenviper ofliesandarborgold honourguard whoresnboars xaedificare txrncloak

( italics : i admire / bold :  idols)

footnote: I’m p certain I’ve forgotten people, but, for the nonce, please take some time to appreciate those who have been listed; they all are fantastic. ಥ⌣ಥ

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