я є α ρ є я

{— Every single time they had kissed prior it had been very different feelings erupting forth. Disgust, confusion, satisfaction from distracting him and saving Rick. There were plenty of emotions she’d felt but nothing like this. His lips against her own felt safe; right. How could she classify him? Was he even an alive being, or was he still a creature of immortal magic? Was she kissing an undead man? Lord, she didn’t know but it didn’t matter ether. The sole thing she could focus on was how his lips felt against her own, his scent invaded her senses.

Faintly she was aware of his arms wrapped around her frame, the only solid thing to pull her back to reality was his body pressed hard against her own; earning a low hum to sink into the kiss. It was wrong on so many levels and in her heart she knew that, but lord she needed this; wanted it so desperately. No, she wanted him. An unfortunate realization struck her as their bodies mingled, lips only pressing tighter with each passing second; she’d never felt like this with Rick.

Much despite herself Evelyn pulled back, head tilting in slight as she breathed in roughly; lips plump from their kiss. Fingers spread out against his chest, hoping the touch would make up for her loss of lips. The urgency had surprised her, and yet it hadn’t. Was it supposed to be like this? This wanton desire?}

The expression of fear and confusion was not a strange sight to behold upon Evelyn's face. He had inspired much of these emotions in her on several occasions before. Yet he stood before her different now, as she herself had said. To cause her this distress troubled Imhotep in a way he had never hoped to experience. Frankly, he hated the fact the guilt and doubt rose within him to begin with. It was true, he was a source of power in his old life. To revel in a state of weakness was beneath his natural standards. He could not give up his pride so easily. Not for such a newfound emotion he could not understand himself though he felt he'd longed for such all of his existance.

As she broke their embrace but hesiated to break from him completely, Imhotep captured instead her gaze with his own. His confidence radiated from the entirty of his form, but mostly, the power truly stood out in his eyes. He wielded a great influence there and used the advantage to keep her in this moment with him if only a second longer.

"Evelyn," he breathed in a hushed, agonized gasp. "What p o w e r do you have over me?"

He had not known the question to plague him until the words dripped over his lips. However, when he released them as well as the weight they carried from his chest, he realized it was true. Every time they had encoutered one another previously, she held the advantage over him. Tied to his alter under the threat of his blade, she escaped--she conquered over him. Now, in his arms, she evaded his kiss with eyes of steadfast fire as she gazed up at him with a strength he knew no other capable of when faced with the monster she had been warned of and fought against times before.

"What would you h a v e of me?" he uttered, brows creasing as he looked down at her with a revelation that shook him to the core. For she did not run, did not fight him now.

#out of plagues #medjxi #oconnxll

medjxi , oconnxll

I b l a m e you for my need to make a historical blog now.

Actually I blame myself because I have a problem but whateves, let's point some fingers, har.

{— The delicate voice of Nefertiti echoed around her head, whispering gentle coo’s of memories from life past. Images of beautiful robes and golden jewellery, heavy scents and strong embraces rattled through Evelyn’s core. There was nothing she could do to keep her memories at bay, especially in the presence of Imhotep; yet she couldn’t find any reason to leave. Which was a very bad thing. Her son and husband were waiting on her, surely. Those were two very good reasons to leave the side of the c r e a t u r e, but still she stayed by him.

Then her true name fell from his lips and the brunette swore her entire being halted, life breathed into her system and caused her to shiver; his voice bringing a resounding rush of adrenaline. Oh my lord, when had he tilted his head so close. Maybe this was her fault, of getting so close to him to begin with.

Licking across her bottom lip ever so slowly the brunette fell into silence, simply staring up at the high priest; a million and one thoughts rushing through her mind. How had she not realized he was this beautiful before? She would give anything to see a smile grace his features, Evelyn bet it would truly be a sight to behold.

"Forgive me."

To whom she spoke, even Evelyn wasn’t sure but it didn’t matter much. Without giving it further thought the former Librarian closed the inches of space between them, tilting up in height to seal her lips to his own; this kiss of her own will. It was different from the last time she’d kissed him, Rick wasn’t in danger. This kiss was of her own will, her own want - need.}

Imhotep was just as surprised as he was the first time she had kissed him. The situation was certainly different from then, but the feeling that spread through him after was altered, to say the least. A fire blazed through him as her lips took to his, claiming him as he wished just moments ago to claim her. While he had mocked Evelyn on an occasion previous of not possessing the courage of the princess before her, he was assured now it was the other way around. His princess would have never taken chargle like this.

Imhotep was thoroughly pleased if not a bit shocked. Nevertheless, the feeling settled into something altogether more exciting. It was not a passing fancy that took hold of the two to sweep up into a whirlwind of regret and later an advantage to use later on. This felt like destiny. After a time of stillness, Imhotep awoke from his sputter and wrapped his arms around Evelyn fully. Pressing his palm against her back, he pulled her in. Breathed her in. Devoured her lips as if he were a starved man lost in the desert and her mouth was the sweetest fruit he would ever behold, plucked from the very Eden of paradise.

Turning his head, he grasped at a better angle to deepen the kiss and harness control, taking her with such heat, his breath came panting through his flared nostrils to suck in the faintest bit of oxygen so that he would not have to break from her. He breathed into her in return, replacing the air he stole from her lungs and filling them instead with the flames of his desire. One hand worked its way up into her hair as he cradled the nape of her neck, bending her nearer so that he may lay his claim body and soul. Everything he had ever wanted lay within this kiss. Everything he imagined it would be.

Undying.

Untainted.

His.

{— The visions had continued to happen, faster and more realistic than prior, once Imhotep had been resurrected the second time. But since she’d crossed his path this third time? It was worse. Since being reborn herself Evelyn had changed. Nefertiti was within her, not as some outsider looking in, but as though she was residing within her body. It was an odd experience and frankly Evelyn wasn’t even sure if that made any sense; but it was the best way she could describe it to people.

Imhotep was the sole server to Seti, he had helped to protect those within the court; including Nefertiti. Yet in the end, he had betrayed the entire royal family and the people within their kingdom. The imagery of Seti being stabbed and killed replayed across her mind, earning another sharp breath inward from Evelyn. Her attention brought forth by Imhotep’s movements, eyes opening once more in turn.

Evelyn had never seen him like this and in the back of her mind, she couldn’t recall a moment within her past life that she had ether. Imhotep had always held respect and power, he’d rarely shown signs of weakness. “Imhotep.” His name fell in a soft whisper. After a long moment and much internal debate Evelyn’s hands left his chest, realizing they were still there, and instead brought one to his face; urging him to look at her.

"No matter the memories I hold, nor the pain that resides within; the past must remain within the past."}

The whispering touch of her hand against his chest caused an ache to swell beneath his hard breast. As she moved to hold his face instead, Imhotep slowly raised his face, unconciously bringing it closer to hers so that they nearly shared each breath. His eyes darted back and forth between her own, unsure of what she meant to do. While he could see a reflection of his long lost princess within her features, there was clearly a distinct difference in her reincarnation. What was her name? He had heard it screamed senseless by that obnoxious foe he battled time and again--the protector of this new world, it would seem.

"Evelyn," he remembered. His pronounciation was odd and slurred over his tongue like a child attempting to speak for the first time.

"Evelyn," he tried again, this time his voice carried more strongly across the minimal distance between them.

His eyes still searched her face with a determined desperation. He remembered her screaming to the other man across the crumbing tomb, dodging death and injury to reach him before he could be lost to her forever. How he knew Anck Su Namun would rush to him in such a way as he had tireless sought her through the sands of time. But she didn't. How could he have s a c r i f i c e d so much for her to abandon him? What did Rick accomplish to prove his w o r t h i n e s s to this woman? This woman he now held in his arms, a mere breath away from her lips that he could so easily take for his. She could be his as he could not claim Anck Su Namun--as he could not claim the princess.

Couldn't she?

His eyes now stopped at her mouth while he drank in the sight of her trembling lips so close... so close. Dare he take them. His breath had grown deep and harsh. His grip had tightened though not enough to alarm her to danger.

#not sorry a t a l l #oconnellology #my edit #imhoevy #imhoevy family

#imhoevy #my edit #oconnellology

{— No matter the words that were passed back and forth between them, Evelyn knew that the space or lack their of between their bodies, wasn’t acceptable. She was a married woman in this life and a mother, he was a High Priest from another life; brought forth once more from whatever magic or entity. This was no appropriate way for a married woman to behave, was it. Certainly not; yet Evelyn continuously found herself leaning closer to him.

"Stop."

The command fell flat. Her head fell into a bow, eyes shutting as she breathed in sharply. “You don’t understand.. her life.. those memories.” Evelyn wasn’t sure how to make any of this make sense to him, but she could try at least. “She’s in my head - her pain is mine.”}

Imhotep's brows drew together in slight confusion. Anck Su Namun's spirit had never resided in her body, yet she spoke as if the dead woman had imprinted on her mind in some way. The only explanation was that she was actually speaking of her own past life, the memories of the Princess Nefertiti. His dark gaze scowered the depths of her deep brown eyes as if he would be able to see the princess there. "Nefertiti," he called in a soft breath. His own recollection of the princess was a jaded shadow eaten away by the presence of Anck Su Namun. The poison of her influence slowly receeding in his system allowed his mind to clear and reflect on the forgotten royal that had once been a big part of his life.

The lightness of those times long past was chased away when he caught up to her agonized words. What pain could she be speaking of? The murder of Pharaoh? No doubt she loathed every ounce of his being for his own betrayal against Egypt. Against his princess. Sighing deeply, he dropped his head. He could feel the sharp breath filtering through her parted lips painting his bare skin with warmth. Closing his eyes, he searched for the words. "I would have spared you much, my princess." Had he had those crimes to do over, he would experience all the punishment of his curse tenfold had it spared Nefertiti the loss of her father.

She was but an innocent caught in the crossfire of his p a s s i o n,

and he was the executioner of her h a p p i n e s s.

{— Whilst she was well aware of her past life and of being a reincarnation; Evelyn knew how to separate her voice from that of Nefertiti. Though at times it proved horribly difficult, especially with their souls now being one in the same; all the memories and the pain came with it. But none the less, Evelyn pushed through it and tried to remain true to whom she had always been. Yes, the ancient woman was now apart of her current life but it didn’t mean she had to always acknowledge it. At least, she hadn’t had to until the constant meeting with Imhotep. Every time the man was in her presence a little nagging voice erupted in the back of Evelyn’s mind, and horribly ache found its way into her chest. No, she didn’t want any of that.

The movement of the high priest stirred Evelyn’s reality forth, her eyes widening in slight as she realization he was approaching. This couldn’t end well, could it? Maybe she had spoken too soon, maybe he really did have a need to sacrifice her again; or put her in some kind of danger. Yet before she had time to think upon the ideology any further, his touch reached her; and not in the way she’d expected. Her feet found her standing and the close proximity only remained, creasing closer by every second. It made the brunette still, breath hitching in her throat. Yes, even now he was different.

Her? Why, why did he want her. “I am not h e r.” Not totally true, but she felt the need to voice it. “Not in this life.” Still she found herself absolutely captivated by him, every part of him. This wasn’t good. The ache she felt in her chest, the way her body was leaning into him subconsciously; none of it could be a good thing. No, she was married to Rick - she had a child; whom Imhotep had taken to benefit himself. Despite his grip on her arms Evelyn rose her hand to lay flat against his chest, a very lousy attempt at putting space between them. “I don’t know how to give you want you want.”}

Her doubt made his heart heavy. The trecherous organ weighed down his chest, making it harder to breathe evenly with each passing second. The pain of Anck Su Namun's betrayl was still fresh, but he was beginning to feel the wound scab over like a bad memory. It was a long while from healing completely; however, Imhotep was quick to adapt to change. When he listened to this modern woman speak of his history with such certainty, the man within the monster she has come to know--the man out of time--shuttered a bit in apprehension, for he himself was not sure of the forseeable future on the horizon.

So, he shook his head, thinking she referred to his forsaken heart, the heart for which he suffered and gave up so much. She feared, he knew, that he would try to use her once again as means to restore what he once thought he could possess--happiness with the Pharaoh's mistress. Now, he understood, that fate was doomed just as his soul had been the night he gave it up for her resurrection. As Imhotep looked upon Evelyn in the present, he no longer would force himself to invision Anck Su Namun's image. "That is o n e thing you will have no need to f e a r."