@whohasthetime Continued from [X]
“…It does?” The lord was taken off guard for but a moment, otherwise preoccupied with his tinkering. He turned, setting down one of his tools onto his work table, and lifted a curious brow. “….Ah, forgive me, it is just…usually when I explain the concept of time as an entity that exists in…” He gestured to himself. “Such form, I am met with scrutiny, and then the questions–” His eyes rolled upward in mere exhaustion at the thought. “Oh, the questions…”
Naivety is a cyclical burden, one of which Ahkmenrah perennially endures when faced with life newly sheltered within the confines of a museum. A purposeless expedition of revitalized halls brings him into the proximity of a preferred dissimilarity.
What yields to the pharaoh is another world, something of incalculable innovation. There are compositions so foreign, a vastness further divulging the uncharted. A smile does not waver, rippling the lips as he stands securely in the wake of a deity.
Unguarded sights no longer roam. Expositional dialogue wakes a verisimilitude, and he welcomes it liberally. It may not help him at all that he cannot contain his mirth. A knee shifts, and reverent, he slips to kneel. “You are a figure of divinity, and in my life-- you were greatly venerated.” It’s an honor to be favored with indulgence.
There is no apparent effort to contain the exuberance that further broadens the smile. Rhetorical bids are only something he will pin to the edge of his excitement. “You need not worry, nor ask for forgiveness, ever.”
