#I have been thinking so much about Ahk and Ammon lately it’s not funny
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After he died, Ahkmenrah had a lot of time to write. So here’s one of his memories of Ammon.
Do you remember when you taught me about the stars?
I was 11.
You were 13.
You knew that I had been fascinated by their sparkling lights since before I could walk.
But they held no importance in my training to one day lead
So you took it upon yourself to learn everything you could instead
And then one night, you climbed in through my bedroom window
Took my hand and lead me to the roof
Where we sat upon a blanket you had already smuggled there
I don’t know which one of us pressed into the other, but in that moment it was impossible to tell where I started and you ended
You looked so happy
I could have kissed you
But instead you took my hand
It was too warm but you didn’t seem to mind at all as you wrapped yours around it
Guiding both of us up to point at the constellations I always knew existed but had never been able to know
We stayed out there long past the time they were truly visible enough for your stories
Curled up next to one another instead we talked about your classes
Avoiding the fact that if anyone caught us you would surely be killed
We stayed until the sun had risen and people beneath us had started to stir
You stood up first, offering me a hand
The light surrounded you like a halo and I knew for sure that you would always be my angel
My hero
My Sun
In that moment I knew what it meant to fall in love
Then you grabbed my hand, and I was standing next to you again
And the moment had passed
But I will never forget the way you looked in the sunlight,
And how much time you gave up just to make me smile
#ravenpuff rambles#ahkmenrah#night at the museum#the sun the moon and the stars#I have been thinking so much about Ahk and Ammon lately it’s not funny#I call this poetry in my head but I don’t know if it counts enough but it was the thought#because Ahk writes poetry to me#so much poetry all dedicated to the love and light of his life Ammon#they find so many poems when his tomb is discovered that Ahk is called the Pharaoh of Poets#but I hate poetry in the rigid and rhyming sense I can’t do it#so I do kind of free form stuff like this and call it good enough#I love spoken word poetry and I always think of that when I write
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