Khepera rose from her couch of snow—lonely woe washing over her like a persistent crow.
as the night struck her face with its gleaming light.
she tied her hair and walked into the night, smiling at strangers with reluctant delight. walking upon the bumpy path—her thoughts mislaid, lost within the loudness of the parade, her eyes roaming the leering unfamiliar eyes
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Khonsu sat in the back of his cold sedan. curses hurled from his father like a shattered romance. the night sky laid gentle comfort along his skin—a silence soft where screams had been.
Khonsu treaded down the crowded lane, his cold fingers clutching at his blouse like hushed whispers of pain—his thoughts casted about, his gaze sondering upon people.
Within the crowd—their eyes both knew, a silent connection as if a secret rendezvous.
Khepera’s gaze softened as her steps slowed, sighed softy and smiled with a gentle familiarity—hands sewed together as both of their smiles growed
Khonsu tensely brushed Khepera’s autumn draped hair away from her pale moonlit cheek, and with unpracticed ease—laying a kiss as holy as mary onto her cheek.
Khepera smiled and in silent victory—reached up her jittery hand to cradle his cheek of rose kissed ivory, her lips inching closer, laying a kiss onto his cheek. “You have my heart” she whispered.
“you have all of me.”