@whohasthetime Continued from [X
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.”
Time’s brows shot upwards towards his impressively large hat in a nearly comical way. Now here was a curious figure indeed! It was no longer a rarity to receive guests- whether others had been informed of his existence and the portals, or the White Queen had so graciously thrown in nuisances just to tease at him, whichever be the case, this was an encounter he had yet to replicate in his vast existence- and after a while, all encounters seemed more or less the same.
This young man was a king, perhaps not one of Underland, but one all the same. It seemed royalty always had a way of finding him. He was most impressed by his choice in head-wear, absolutely wonderful, nearly rivaling his own! And what’s more, and most peculiar, this figure of royalty had not asked for anything- yet- nor seemed in any great hurry to.
The guardian was wary, careful not to disclose too much information, especially about the Chronosphere, good stars above, he would never make the mistake of openly discussing that again. As far as anyone knew, it didn’t exist.
To the present manner however, and the more shocking one, he was not used to being knelt to, though he often boasted to Wilkins that he deserved such respect. It was more of a concept than a reality, he was aware that most didn’t realize he existed in such a form, and despite being thankless mortals, most were quite terrified of the mere thought of whatever idea of him they had. To be treated in such a manner, by a king no less, and to have his power recognized, it was exhilarating and refreshing, expressions that did not grace him often.
His ego waged war with his surprising and sudden abashment, as he allowed himself a few moments to revel in the treatment, before clearing his throat. “Yes, well- it is nice to be appreciated for my immense undertaking. It is a rare practice. I do not receive many arrivals here, much less ones who comprehend the concept of...me. Where might I ask, do you hail from, in which I am considered...” He waved a hand vaguely, faintly grinning, “Divine?”