@first-hero
there’s something about this man that reminds you of the desert king, in a way that sets your jaw and leaves you far more on edge than you’d like. they couldn’t look more different, but the blonde man has the same bearing, and if you close your eyes you can nearly hear that pharaoh’s voice ringing out across that burned-out wasteland--how inconvenient. how repulsive.
but still, but still, but still. a servant is a servant and you need as many allies as you can get. you find him in the crystal and take the next seat over and don’t order a drink--to dull your senses now would be beyond foolish. instead you lace your fingers on the bar to still the part of you that wants to drum them restlessly against the wood and fix your gaze ahead of you, ever stern.
(he glitters like sunlight. maybe you should invest in some gold.)
“should i assume you know me already, or are introductions in order?”
