#sunkissedpharaoh

[greatpharaohatem]

sunkissedpharaoh started following you

Atem sniffed at the other curiously. Here was another lookalike, but this one looked more like him rather than the paler versions he saw so often. Red eyes blinked up at the other as he mewled a greeting. "Myu!"

[apricotheartarchived]

✉

Message "✉" to me, i'll shuffle my itunes songs, and i'll tell you what our song is.

Mess I Made - Parachute

Should've held my ground I could've been redeemed For every second chance That changed its mind on me I should've spoken up I should've proudly claimed That oh my head's to blame For all my heart's mistakes 

[greatpharaohatem]

[*munches on popcorn as magicians-playground and sunkissedpharaoh go at it*]

[magicians-playground]

"Throw me down and do me on every available surface... Is that truly what you would do?" [Time to torture the Magician]

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!

"…Wh-where ever did you hear such a thing, Pharaoh?" 

[externispuellae-blog]

+ sunkissedpharaoh

She bows low to the Pharaoh, eyes swept to the floor. "Ah-- would His Majesty be interested in partaking of some grapes this evening?" 

[argentumvirgo]

+ sunkissedpharaoh started following you

    As a child, she was taught--if you, by some miracle granted by Ra himself, are in the presence of the Pharoah, you are never to be above him. You are to be the earth itself in the presence of the sky, never daring to reach up to touch it. 

   This is one of the habits that is impossible for her to break free of, and even now, while living nearby such royalty thanks to the infinite kindness of Priest Seto, she is always tempted to drop to her knees at mere mention of the great King. In the back of her mind, she hears her mother's whispers of looking upon the sun and losing your sight for daring to, and she imagines that it must be a similar curse.

   So then why, now, that she is in his presence at all, can she do nothing but watch him? He seems so earthly and normal and kind; just earlier, she had heard him laugh when a flock of songbirds sought fit to take roost upon his outstretched arms. 

   One of her long strands of white hair falls into her eyes, and it snaps her out of the trance; how foolish she must have seemed, staring at him so! With a prayer to the gods, carrying her wish that he does not notice her having been standing there, staring, she turns to hide behind one of the pillar-like supports until she can hopefully make an escape.