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"wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth. age is an honor, it's still NOT the truth. we saw the stars when they hid from the world. you cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl. maybe she's GONE and I can't resurrect her, the TRUTH is she doesn't need ME to protect her. we know the true death, the true way of ALL flesh; everyone's dying, but girl you're not old yet." amon musa. 30. prince of egypt.

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YAEL.

| — SMILING brightly, the young prince leant slightly into his friend, happy for a familiar person as he was amongst a see of maybes. a mask could only hide so much, but coupled with his kryptonite of alcohol, yael wasn’t quite sure who was who unless they made themselves explicitly clear. ‘ see, that’s what this place needs. feel like it just took all night. ’

     amon slammed his shot glass on the bar beside him, only to pull yael in closer to him and cheer. “ i’m here for you, man, ” he grinned, bumping his hip before spinning around, leading his friend away from the crowd. “ y’wanna smoke ? find somebody ? i can’t hook you up but i’ll support ya. ”

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YAEL.

| — ‘ LET’S drink to… ’ trailing off, alcohol muddled mind losing it’s track within the winding maze trapped inside his skull. yael was well into the night, well into the liquor, and his motor skills were beginning to matching the easy sway of his body that couldn’t seem to just stay still. ‘ to something. fuck it. salud. ’ he laughed, tipping the shot back with a bit too much enthusiasm before watching his masked companion with the expectancy they’d do the same.

     “ hm ? ” amon raised an eyebrow, drink poised in the air as he waited for yael to collect his thoughts. he had his arm wrapped around his shoulder, both of them swaying like the drunkards they were, but amon felt a little more secure with yael next to him. “ aye aye, this first ! ” he exclaimed, looping his arm around yael’s in a cross, a wide grin on his face. “ salud ! ” he cheered, tipping his shot into his mouth, his face scrunching up as he felt it slide down his throat.

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ISLA.

she couldn’t help but let a sort string of giggles escape from her lips, as the prince of egypt who seemed remarkably composed at all times, was now finally appearing a little more loose and lax. the strong beverages were obviously playing a key part in his state, so it would only be logical that they would help in her case as well. “you do seem a little out of it, love. are you having fun?”

     amon hummed with glee, smiling as he put down his glass, more focused on the conversation now rather than the empty drink. besides, he knew it would take forever to refill, and instead chose to be distracted by isla. “ yeah, finally. took too long, ” he murmured with a playful smirk. “ what d’you want to drink ? lemme get you something... ”

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I remember when I was a kid, I got into web design by ripping off sites I liked. All you had to do was “view source” on your browser and there it was, the code. You could copy-paste it, modify it a little, put your name on it, and like that, it was your site. View source. What if we had that for people? Would people really wanna see? 

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KALLA.

Spotting a familiar face, or at least half of it since the mask was hiding quite a lot of it, Kalla quickened her pace just to make sure she wouldn’t lose the sight of him. She had a happy smile on her face — definitely a side effect of the party’s atmosphere. She put a hand on his arm to draw his attention. “Did you get a stylist or were you lying about your inability to pick clothes? You’re looking quite fine.”

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     amon looked slightly confused at someone’s hand on his arm, but once he turned around he had a warm, beaming smile on his face. “ wow, who’s this ? ” he joked, putting an affectionate hand on kalla’s shoulder, looking her up and down. he giggled at the compliment, dismissing it with a wave of his hand before leading kalla away from the crowd, itching to go outside. his brain seemed to skip the part where he asked kalla whether or not she even wanted to go outside. “ you look beautiful, ” he added, turning to face kalla whilst he lead her towards the exit.

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RHEA.

rhea’s nose had wrinkled in clear disappointment as she stared at the yet unused dancefloor. the chitter-chatter in the room was lively, champagne glasses had already been raised but legs remained unshaken. it was a shame !! “can you believe no one’s dancing yet?” she asked no one in particular, but soon turned to the person closest to her, “will you dance with me? someone’s got to start.”

     “ oh ! ” amon turned around clumsily, glass in his hand as he stared blankly for a second, before gathering his bearings. it was at this time you could see a flash of panic, the usual amon, trying to remember the brief mandatory dance classes he took back in egypt, but the inhibition melts away as he puts his glass down at the bar. “ yeah, what kinda dance ? ” he asked, slipping his hand in hers. 

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WILLIAM.

“You know what the worst part about being a doctor is?” Liam swirled his glass of whisky in his hand as he pointed at his companion. “It’s being at a party and not being able to get drunk in case someone needs some medical assistance,” he admitted, taking a swig from his drink. The Irishman had a long week of work, and he desperately needed to loosen up and unwind. 

     amon hummed distantly, nodding to the music as he looked distantly around him, clear he wasn’t really taken in what was said to him. “ shame, ” he grinned, looking at the stranger’s glass, before pointing at it with a sly grin. “ i can finish that if you want. medical assistance. helping the medic. ”

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ISLA.

Isla tucked some hair behind her ear, gaze rising slowly. Her eyes studied the room curiously, before they stopped at the sight of someone who was standing beside her. The brunette raised an eyebrow, a soft chuckle carved across her lips. “I don’t understand how you look so natural with that mask, while I’m really struggling not to suffocate. What should I do? Breathe only through my nose? Drink something stronger than champagne? Please, help a woman out.”

     he’s quite pleased that the plain black mask on his face covered most of the drunken flush on his cheek, biting at his bottom lip and grinning, wide and toothy like a child. “ thank you, ” he grinned, body loose and smile wide as he tipped the last drops of whiskey past his lips with ease. “ drinking. definitely, look at me ! ” he smiled warmly, gesturing at his relaxed exterior, the polar opposite of his normal, highly strung and taught demeanour. 

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AMIRA.

Amira tapped a pencil against the table in front of her, her eyes fixed on the pile of papers she had been going through just minutes ago. “Sometimes,” she began almost absentmindedly, “well, sometimes you just end up using the wrong accent when speaking a certain language. Or, better yet, you combine two accents and create a whole new frankenlanguage. It’s horrendous, really.” Finally, she looked up and smiled somewhat sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Anyway, thoughts on the matter?” 

amon looked up from his notebook, shrugging as he leaned forward, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on his cheek, deeply considering what he’d just heard. “ um, ” he looked up to think, his precursor word already spilling out. “ it’s not very hard for me because my english and arabic is bad, so... ” he makes a scrunched face, thinking of the right word. “ i do it - mixing the words and accents - and it’s nothing. like, i’m used to it, and i can’t change it. ” he shrugged. “ also, you don’t have to say sorry. ”

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ELISABET.

“i just wish someone would remind me that every time i bake cookies i dedicate myself to eating all of them and then my stomach aches for the next three days!”

     “ do you need medicine or something ? i can get some. ” he can’t help with the impulse control though, unfortunately. 

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LUUS.

“i don’t know if i should feel flattered or offended when i’m addressed as ‘your highness’. it’s nice to know that i could pass as a princess but at the same time i feel a bit unimportant when they can’t get my title right. thee should just use my name, smaller risk of getting it wrong.”

     “ um, alright. what’s your name and title ? i’m amon. ”

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LAETITIA.

     “un moment s'il vous plaît.” fingers are greased with gun oil that she wipes off on a rag as laetitia rises from her spot on the floor. a gun is in pieces before her - taken apart to be cleaned - and she nudges it behind the bed it as she moves to open the door with a pleasant smile. “oui?”

     he wasn’t usually like this. god, he couldn’t name one person who really saw him like this. but today felt off, and amon fixed it the only way he knew how; the nice bottle of bourbon tucked under his bed. his eyes were wide with glee, a lazy smile on his face as the door opened. “ ah, bonjour... ” he attempted, before dismissing what he said with a wave of his hand. “ no french, barely speak english, ” he grinned, before clearing his throat. “ you're good with people, right ? from the spying ? ”

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KALLA.

She blinked twice in a very dramatic manner, her mouth slightly open. “Okay, fine, fine, make fun of me. I don’t like you,” she declared in a light tone, just so that there was no confusion whether her statement was true or false. “In all seriousness, where did you disappear to? I almost missed having you around.”

     amon’s rather amused face faded slightly as kalla questioned his previous whereabouts. he sighed, eyebrows furrowing a little as he thought about what to say, how to explain. he looked back up at kalla when he thought of an appropriate answer. “ it doesn’t matter. i missed you too. ”

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KALLA.

“Funny thing happened the other day,” Kalla starter as she stepped next to him. She leaned her shoulder to the wall on her left. “I ran up to some man, who looked just like you and greeted them and  proceeded to talk about my day before realizing it wasn’t you. I think I almost died of embarrassment. Now if you tell me that you’re not Amon, I’ll have to go and erase my memory.”

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     amon turned around and smiled, trying to hold back a dramatic change in expression as he nodded, making sure he showed that he was listening. to answer her question he shook his head with a slight smirk. “ don’t know an amon. sorry. ”

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NOOR.

“It’s—” Noor hesitated, the silence stretching wide enough to cover the both of them. There was a certain safety in Amon, in his sweet eyes and complete neutrality. “Thank you. It is. Overwhelming, I mean. I didn’t think I could still be homesick like this, it feels like every part of my body is aching to be back in my room. With my — with people I miss.”

     “ you don’t have to thank me for anything,” he reassured, taking his time to think before responding to noor. he didn’t want to mess up, and he knew to tread lightly with topics like this. “ it sounds stupid, but it’s sometimes — good, to have that feeling. good that you feel for something. makes you more... alive i guess. i don’t know. ”

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HISAKO.

Ending the call with her mother, Hisako took a moment to mentally restrain herself from flinging the device away from her. She instead put it into her purse- in an admittedly rough way- and leaned back into her seat, placing a hand over her eyes. She clenched them tight, determined not to cry over the woman no matter how upset she might have been. The moment she heard the voice, however, she dropped the hand and automatically placed a charmingly diplomatic smile on her face. “Oh, I’m quite alright, thank you for your concern.”

     amon’s face fell when he saw the other covering their face, as if cowering from the world around her. normally he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between smiles, but the contrast from her troubled body language to her perfect smile made his heart shrivel. but he wasn’t going to outright fight her about it either. egypt had already upset plenty of people. “ — let’s make conversation. let’s talk about something you like. ”