#prophetofthebes

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prophetofthebes​

     he presses a finger against his lips, mischievous glint in gray eyes as he swiftly collects half of the ash on the sidewalk. the police constable pass by him, glancing with thinly hidden disdain. they do not notice anything unusual. he's always floating with a confident air. 

     once away from their gaze, he brings out his magnifying glass to examine the ash, humming idly. it's not that he's worried about the one witness to what could be classified as a crime.

    " i trust i have your silence. "

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          Under the branches and among the grass she lies, eyes           closed and listening serenely to the sound of the river she           dipped her toes in while caressing the head of a fawn           laying by her side. One could mistake her for a nymph at           first glance, though those who took the time to see the           shine of her skin under the sunlight and ivory skin without           flaw would know better.                     She's a portrait of peace -- until her relaxation is                     disturbed by the presence of another. And intrusion                     to which she rises, holding the creature at her side                     close as she scanned the area for who was responsible.                               A mortal -- no, he is familiar.                                         He has been touched by the gods.                                         And he is blind -- that much she can tell.

                                                                      "Are you lost, stranger?"