10/12/2025, 7:34 PM
for answer, sitamun watched setemhotep. her eyes drew in the line of his cheekbones, the slant of his muzzle. she saw the night held in his eyes, the shadows which half-hid him and made his voice somehow further away in time. body swayed through the shallows, until wet forepaws lifted one by one to set upon the shoreside.
he had become still. she was no longer certain her warmth might break through the rock face of him and stir what was beneath. an idol. a statue. a being made for temples, not the wet chaos of love.
it was the look of a priestess, offered to the heart of a man who was more than her equal.
he had become still. she was no longer certain her warmth might break through the rock face of him and stir what was beneath. an idol. a statue. a being made for temples, not the wet chaos of love.
i am not disciplined. it was the most constant complaint made against me.her voice was teasing, but her eyes had not left his face, watchful. observant. her lashes did not lid, nor did her eyes grow dreamy as the water in which she swam.
it was the look of a priestess, offered to the heart of a man who was more than her equal.
i was taught to fulfill desire. it is a pleasure of my own. it is how the goddess might visit Her blessing upon a man, though my flesh. in those moments, i am Her, and She has become me, if only for a time.she knew now that she could move setemhotep, perceive in him a response to her words, but it was different altogether.
i knew many priestesses who surrendered their desire to the Lady instead. it was another worship.now sitamun smiled at last, and lifted herself from the stream.
they were each fulfilled as i was. if your body belongs to the gods, then it would not be good for either of us that you turned back to what you gave up.the gods gifted those of self-control, of refinement, those who kept true their sacrifice. but she did not need to preach to him, the maidservant decided, swinging away to shake out her fur and set herself to bedraggled rights.
