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It wasn’t unusual to find Akhenaten in a tavern or opium den, most of his life was spent intoxicated and enjoying his life to the fullest. Or at least enjoying his life in the way he wanted to. Not everyone thought being constantly drunk or high was a great way to enjoy life.
To Hena though, there was nothing better. And this morning would prove to be no different than every other morning, the heir wandering about the streets of Cairo, his opium addled mind caused him to grin like a fool and everything around him felt and looked amazing. His high was starting to slowly fade, but he was still in that sweet spot where he wasn’t too high to do anything, but he wasn’t sober enough to come back to reality and feel his distaste for the world around him.
Normally when high, he tended to just stick to the opium den until he was down enough to fully think, but this time he had decided to wander about. People were milling about, some whispering in confusion as the normally more serious looking H’Sheifa heir wandered about with a big grin. There was sure to be whispering and rumours going about, but in his current state, he just couldn’t care.
With his lack of paying attention, he was bound to run into something or someone sooner or later. It just so happened it would be sooner; he stumbled a little as he ran straight into the back of someone.
“Apologies, I seem to have lost my wits.” He said, falling into a fit of giggles, as clearly it was the most hilarious thing he could have said, ever. He squinted a little, trying to get his eyes to focus on the man in front of him. Or he assumed it was a man. Perhaps it was a very ugly woman.
He almost felt that he recognized the person, but in his state he could hardly remember his own name, let alone the name of this strangely familiar, shifting blob that stood in front of him.
“Hello dear stranger, have no fear, for I am Lord Ak.. Akh… Lord H’Sheifa!” He said in his best lordly voice, struggling to pronounce his own first name before just decided to go with the name of his Hei. He wasn’t sure first names were even a real thing, perhaps he didn’t even truly have one. No one truly knew.
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It wasn’t unusual to find Akhenaten in a tavern or opium den, most of his life was spent intoxicated and enjoying his life to the fullest. Or at least enjoying his life in the way he wanted to. Not everyone thought being constantly drunk or high was a great way to enjoy life.
To Hena though, there was nothing better. And this morning would prove to be no different than every other morning, the heir wandering about the streets of Cairo, his opium addled mind caused him to grin like a fool and everything around him felt and looked amazing. His high was starting to slowly fade, but he was still in that sweet spot where he wasn’t too high to do anything, but he wasn’t sober enough to come back to reality and feel his distaste for the world around him.
Normally when high, he tended to just stick to the opium den until he was down enough to fully think, but this time he had decided to wander about. People were milling about, some whispering in confusion as the normally more serious looking H’Sheifa heir wandered about with a big grin. There was sure to be whispering and rumours going about, but in his current state, he just couldn’t care.
With his lack of paying attention, he was bound to run into something or someone sooner or later. It just so happened it would be sooner; he stumbled a little as he ran straight into the back of someone.
“Apologies, I seem to have lost my wits.” He said, falling into a fit of giggles, as clearly it was the most hilarious thing he could have said, ever. He squinted a little, trying to get his eyes to focus on the man in front of him. Or he assumed it was a man. Perhaps it was a very ugly woman.
He almost felt that he recognized the person, but in his state he could hardly remember his own name, let alone the name of this strangely familiar, shifting blob that stood in front of him.
“Hello dear stranger, have no fear, for I am Lord Ak.. Akh… Lord H’Sheifa!” He said in his best lordly voice, struggling to pronounce his own first name before just decided to go with the name of his Hei. He wasn’t sure first names were even a real thing, perhaps he didn’t even truly have one. No one truly knew.
It wasn’t unusual to find Akhenaten in a tavern or opium den, most of his life was spent intoxicated and enjoying his life to the fullest. Or at least enjoying his life in the way he wanted to. Not everyone thought being constantly drunk or high was a great way to enjoy life.
To Hena though, there was nothing better. And this morning would prove to be no different than every other morning, the heir wandering about the streets of Cairo, his opium addled mind caused him to grin like a fool and everything around him felt and looked amazing. His high was starting to slowly fade, but he was still in that sweet spot where he wasn’t too high to do anything, but he wasn’t sober enough to come back to reality and feel his distaste for the world around him.
Normally when high, he tended to just stick to the opium den until he was down enough to fully think, but this time he had decided to wander about. People were milling about, some whispering in confusion as the normally more serious looking H’Sheifa heir wandered about with a big grin. There was sure to be whispering and rumours going about, but in his current state, he just couldn’t care.
With his lack of paying attention, he was bound to run into something or someone sooner or later. It just so happened it would be sooner; he stumbled a little as he ran straight into the back of someone.
“Apologies, I seem to have lost my wits.” He said, falling into a fit of giggles, as clearly it was the most hilarious thing he could have said, ever. He squinted a little, trying to get his eyes to focus on the man in front of him. Or he assumed it was a man. Perhaps it was a very ugly woman.
He almost felt that he recognized the person, but in his state he could hardly remember his own name, let alone the name of this strangely familiar, shifting blob that stood in front of him.
“Hello dear stranger, have no fear, for I am Lord Ak.. Akh… Lord H’Sheifa!” He said in his best lordly voice, struggling to pronounce his own first name before just decided to go with the name of his Hei. He wasn’t sure first names were even a real thing, perhaps he didn’t even truly have one. No one truly knew.
Once upon a time, Narmer frequented taverns and brothel's like they were his second home. A brief period when he had still been blissfully unaware of the duty that would fall on his shoulders, and then after that where he desperately wanted to get deep in his cups or lost in the throes of pleasure to even remember the responsiblity that he now had to take up upon the death of his brother and father in quick succession. Narmer had been a norm, even if he travelled, taverns welcomed him, for he was generous with the coin he earned from his military pursuits. With his friends, they perhaps helped the tavern owner earned many a gold coin.
Upon his return however, the Head of the Haikaddad Hei had long since sobered over the last few months. Quickly grasping the fact that there were problems in the accountbooks of the Hei and he could not solve them by being half-sloshed with alcohol, Narmer had not visited a tavern in ages. It now felt odd to him, especially when he now had to pretend he thought like how his brother would. Narutt wouldn't enjoy his daughters or son visiting questionable establishments, would he? He would assume not.
Narmer had wanted to find some peace and quiet, or even just to get away from the saraaya after a long afternoon spent working on ledgerbooks. Numbers swam in front of his eyes, in patterns and blocks he simply could not understand, so he had taken a stroll to the Northern Wastan in hopes that maybe some time away meant he could go back to work with a clear head. The man had donned his simplest outfits, with leather slippers to protect his feet from the afternoon sun, before heading out.
A central space where noble classes gathered, the large fountain in the middle provided a refreshing air to the otherwise dry and stale atmosphere that was familiar to Egypt. People chatted and gossiped, and Narmer even smiled to a few who waved and recognized him, but the man had not gone barely a few steps when a body stumbled into him, and Narmer himself would've stumbled and have ass met dusty ground had he not been more steadfast in his pace.
Instinctively, the man grabbed the arms of the sloppy walker, straightening him up as he dissolved into a fit of giggles that made Narmer frown. Surely this person was not addled in the mind? The giggles definitely didn't sound normal. The Haikaddad lord paused as he tried to figure out the cause, before the scent of opium drafted to his nose. It was a scent he used to be familiar with, something he imbibed with on his travels, but had also stopped upon his return. He was however, familiar with how opium would make one act and addle one's mind, and the whole situation was only worst as the young man tried to introduce himself, and Narmer quickly recognized him.
"Lord Akhenaten?" he blinked in surprise. This was the young lord of the family he had met just a few weeks back. Narmer intended to make his elder sister his wife, for Ra's sake. And he knew for a fact that his mother, the Lady Iaheru was grasping at the seams of her family inn the light of the scandal surrounding Sutekh. Yet here was the youngest lord and now heir to the Hei, stumbling around high? "Does your family know you're out here, Lord Akhenaten?" Narmer immediately asked, his overly responsible nature kicking in instinctively.
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Once upon a time, Narmer frequented taverns and brothel's like they were his second home. A brief period when he had still been blissfully unaware of the duty that would fall on his shoulders, and then after that where he desperately wanted to get deep in his cups or lost in the throes of pleasure to even remember the responsiblity that he now had to take up upon the death of his brother and father in quick succession. Narmer had been a norm, even if he travelled, taverns welcomed him, for he was generous with the coin he earned from his military pursuits. With his friends, they perhaps helped the tavern owner earned many a gold coin.
Upon his return however, the Head of the Haikaddad Hei had long since sobered over the last few months. Quickly grasping the fact that there were problems in the accountbooks of the Hei and he could not solve them by being half-sloshed with alcohol, Narmer had not visited a tavern in ages. It now felt odd to him, especially when he now had to pretend he thought like how his brother would. Narutt wouldn't enjoy his daughters or son visiting questionable establishments, would he? He would assume not.
Narmer had wanted to find some peace and quiet, or even just to get away from the saraaya after a long afternoon spent working on ledgerbooks. Numbers swam in front of his eyes, in patterns and blocks he simply could not understand, so he had taken a stroll to the Northern Wastan in hopes that maybe some time away meant he could go back to work with a clear head. The man had donned his simplest outfits, with leather slippers to protect his feet from the afternoon sun, before heading out.
A central space where noble classes gathered, the large fountain in the middle provided a refreshing air to the otherwise dry and stale atmosphere that was familiar to Egypt. People chatted and gossiped, and Narmer even smiled to a few who waved and recognized him, but the man had not gone barely a few steps when a body stumbled into him, and Narmer himself would've stumbled and have ass met dusty ground had he not been more steadfast in his pace.
Instinctively, the man grabbed the arms of the sloppy walker, straightening him up as he dissolved into a fit of giggles that made Narmer frown. Surely this person was not addled in the mind? The giggles definitely didn't sound normal. The Haikaddad lord paused as he tried to figure out the cause, before the scent of opium drafted to his nose. It was a scent he used to be familiar with, something he imbibed with on his travels, but had also stopped upon his return. He was however, familiar with how opium would make one act and addle one's mind, and the whole situation was only worst as the young man tried to introduce himself, and Narmer quickly recognized him.
"Lord Akhenaten?" he blinked in surprise. This was the young lord of the family he had met just a few weeks back. Narmer intended to make his elder sister his wife, for Ra's sake. And he knew for a fact that his mother, the Lady Iaheru was grasping at the seams of her family inn the light of the scandal surrounding Sutekh. Yet here was the youngest lord and now heir to the Hei, stumbling around high? "Does your family know you're out here, Lord Akhenaten?" Narmer immediately asked, his overly responsible nature kicking in instinctively.
Once upon a time, Narmer frequented taverns and brothel's like they were his second home. A brief period when he had still been blissfully unaware of the duty that would fall on his shoulders, and then after that where he desperately wanted to get deep in his cups or lost in the throes of pleasure to even remember the responsiblity that he now had to take up upon the death of his brother and father in quick succession. Narmer had been a norm, even if he travelled, taverns welcomed him, for he was generous with the coin he earned from his military pursuits. With his friends, they perhaps helped the tavern owner earned many a gold coin.
Upon his return however, the Head of the Haikaddad Hei had long since sobered over the last few months. Quickly grasping the fact that there were problems in the accountbooks of the Hei and he could not solve them by being half-sloshed with alcohol, Narmer had not visited a tavern in ages. It now felt odd to him, especially when he now had to pretend he thought like how his brother would. Narutt wouldn't enjoy his daughters or son visiting questionable establishments, would he? He would assume not.
Narmer had wanted to find some peace and quiet, or even just to get away from the saraaya after a long afternoon spent working on ledgerbooks. Numbers swam in front of his eyes, in patterns and blocks he simply could not understand, so he had taken a stroll to the Northern Wastan in hopes that maybe some time away meant he could go back to work with a clear head. The man had donned his simplest outfits, with leather slippers to protect his feet from the afternoon sun, before heading out.
A central space where noble classes gathered, the large fountain in the middle provided a refreshing air to the otherwise dry and stale atmosphere that was familiar to Egypt. People chatted and gossiped, and Narmer even smiled to a few who waved and recognized him, but the man had not gone barely a few steps when a body stumbled into him, and Narmer himself would've stumbled and have ass met dusty ground had he not been more steadfast in his pace.
Instinctively, the man grabbed the arms of the sloppy walker, straightening him up as he dissolved into a fit of giggles that made Narmer frown. Surely this person was not addled in the mind? The giggles definitely didn't sound normal. The Haikaddad lord paused as he tried to figure out the cause, before the scent of opium drafted to his nose. It was a scent he used to be familiar with, something he imbibed with on his travels, but had also stopped upon his return. He was however, familiar with how opium would make one act and addle one's mind, and the whole situation was only worst as the young man tried to introduce himself, and Narmer quickly recognized him.
"Lord Akhenaten?" he blinked in surprise. This was the young lord of the family he had met just a few weeks back. Narmer intended to make his elder sister his wife, for Ra's sake. And he knew for a fact that his mother, the Lady Iaheru was grasping at the seams of her family inn the light of the scandal surrounding Sutekh. Yet here was the youngest lord and now heir to the Hei, stumbling around high? "Does your family know you're out here, Lord Akhenaten?" Narmer immediately asked, his overly responsible nature kicking in instinctively.
“Heyyyyy....” Hena said, lazily dragging out the word longer than necessary before completing what he was going to say. “How did you know what my name is?” He asked, then dissolved into another fit of giggles. Akhenaten still had no idea who this man was, though in a state of sobriety he would likely at least know his name. He wasn’t friendly with the other Egyptian nobility by any means, but he at least sort of knew who some of them were. But at the moment his world was filled with clouds and lightheadedness and he could in no way be expected to remember or know anything.
“My family?” He asked, a look of confusion crossing his face as he tried to decipher what the other man was saying. It just wasn’t making any sense. The words were there, but it was like none of them were supposed to be together, he didn’t even think that Narmer has been speaking Coptic the whole time, he was sure that some of the words had been in another language.
“No, no. You’re not my family.” He said, finally making sense of what had been said. Or at least of what he thought had been said. Clearly this man was trying to pass off as a member of his family, but he wasn’t. Hena knew his family, and none of his sisters looked like this man. Thank Gods.
“Come now, can’t you hear them calling?” He said suddenly, patting Narmer’s cheek like he was dismissing him before he pulled from his grip and stumbled forward, clearly content to follow what ever voices he thought he heard calling him. The young Lord was clearly in no state to be in public, let alone out on his own.
In his head it was clear what he needed to do. Follow the voices, they would lead him the right way, and at the end of his journey there would be wine and women waiting for him and all would be well. He would drink and fuck and be merry, and the voices that called to him would join him in his night of fun.
Instead of heading anywhere that would lead him to any wine or women, he was headed straight for the fountain. Nobles and slaves alike stared at him in disbelief as he went straight at it, running right into the side, he fell over the edge of the fountain and directly into the pool of water. Snickers could be heard from the onlookers, and people began to whisper.
Akhenaten was oblivious to all of it, having no idea how dumb he was making himself look in the moment. Instead he attempted to stand up, now soaking wet as streams of water ran from his hair and trickled back down into the fountain.
“This wine seems to be watered down.” He declared matter of factly, as if he was about to give some barkeep trouble for not bringing him the proper wine and instead bringing him the swill that was sold to commoners.
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“Heyyyyy....” Hena said, lazily dragging out the word longer than necessary before completing what he was going to say. “How did you know what my name is?” He asked, then dissolved into another fit of giggles. Akhenaten still had no idea who this man was, though in a state of sobriety he would likely at least know his name. He wasn’t friendly with the other Egyptian nobility by any means, but he at least sort of knew who some of them were. But at the moment his world was filled with clouds and lightheadedness and he could in no way be expected to remember or know anything.
“My family?” He asked, a look of confusion crossing his face as he tried to decipher what the other man was saying. It just wasn’t making any sense. The words were there, but it was like none of them were supposed to be together, he didn’t even think that Narmer has been speaking Coptic the whole time, he was sure that some of the words had been in another language.
“No, no. You’re not my family.” He said, finally making sense of what had been said. Or at least of what he thought had been said. Clearly this man was trying to pass off as a member of his family, but he wasn’t. Hena knew his family, and none of his sisters looked like this man. Thank Gods.
“Come now, can’t you hear them calling?” He said suddenly, patting Narmer’s cheek like he was dismissing him before he pulled from his grip and stumbled forward, clearly content to follow what ever voices he thought he heard calling him. The young Lord was clearly in no state to be in public, let alone out on his own.
In his head it was clear what he needed to do. Follow the voices, they would lead him the right way, and at the end of his journey there would be wine and women waiting for him and all would be well. He would drink and fuck and be merry, and the voices that called to him would join him in his night of fun.
Instead of heading anywhere that would lead him to any wine or women, he was headed straight for the fountain. Nobles and slaves alike stared at him in disbelief as he went straight at it, running right into the side, he fell over the edge of the fountain and directly into the pool of water. Snickers could be heard from the onlookers, and people began to whisper.
Akhenaten was oblivious to all of it, having no idea how dumb he was making himself look in the moment. Instead he attempted to stand up, now soaking wet as streams of water ran from his hair and trickled back down into the fountain.
“This wine seems to be watered down.” He declared matter of factly, as if he was about to give some barkeep trouble for not bringing him the proper wine and instead bringing him the swill that was sold to commoners.
“Heyyyyy....” Hena said, lazily dragging out the word longer than necessary before completing what he was going to say. “How did you know what my name is?” He asked, then dissolved into another fit of giggles. Akhenaten still had no idea who this man was, though in a state of sobriety he would likely at least know his name. He wasn’t friendly with the other Egyptian nobility by any means, but he at least sort of knew who some of them were. But at the moment his world was filled with clouds and lightheadedness and he could in no way be expected to remember or know anything.
“My family?” He asked, a look of confusion crossing his face as he tried to decipher what the other man was saying. It just wasn’t making any sense. The words were there, but it was like none of them were supposed to be together, he didn’t even think that Narmer has been speaking Coptic the whole time, he was sure that some of the words had been in another language.
“No, no. You’re not my family.” He said, finally making sense of what had been said. Or at least of what he thought had been said. Clearly this man was trying to pass off as a member of his family, but he wasn’t. Hena knew his family, and none of his sisters looked like this man. Thank Gods.
“Come now, can’t you hear them calling?” He said suddenly, patting Narmer’s cheek like he was dismissing him before he pulled from his grip and stumbled forward, clearly content to follow what ever voices he thought he heard calling him. The young Lord was clearly in no state to be in public, let alone out on his own.
In his head it was clear what he needed to do. Follow the voices, they would lead him the right way, and at the end of his journey there would be wine and women waiting for him and all would be well. He would drink and fuck and be merry, and the voices that called to him would join him in his night of fun.
Instead of heading anywhere that would lead him to any wine or women, he was headed straight for the fountain. Nobles and slaves alike stared at him in disbelief as he went straight at it, running right into the side, he fell over the edge of the fountain and directly into the pool of water. Snickers could be heard from the onlookers, and people began to whisper.
Akhenaten was oblivious to all of it, having no idea how dumb he was making himself look in the moment. Instead he attempted to stand up, now soaking wet as streams of water ran from his hair and trickled back down into the fountain.
“This wine seems to be watered down.” He declared matter of factly, as if he was about to give some barkeep trouble for not bringing him the proper wine and instead bringing him the swill that was sold to commoners.
The slur in the words was enough for Narmer to identify just how far gone the heir to Hei Sheifa was, and how much trouble he'd be in if he managed to besmirch his own name and the name of his family by getting into any big trouble. Neither Iaheru, nor her family would be hearing the end of it, and not wanting even more trouble to mess up his possibility of marriage to a rich family, Narmer really was left with little choice.
Choosing not to answer the questions asked from a deluded mind, Narmer instead rolled his eyes when Akhenaten mistook what he said, and gave up entirely on trying to wheedle out any sort of sense from the boy. "What voices?" he couldn't help but echo, and then internally scolded himself for even thinking that would do any good, before grabbinng the hand that patted his cheek and tried to yank the young Sheifa heir away from even more trouble.
Spirits somehow lent extra strength however, for despite Narmer's strong grip, Akhenaten slipped out and much to the Haikaddad Head's horror, started heading straight for the fountain where women and nobles aliked gathered to talk and exchanged information. A little too far to reach him in time, Narmer could only watch as the man fell over the edge of the pool, splashing others around him even as he attempted to stand back up. Shrieks of indignance came from the women whose outfits were ruined by the splashes of water, and Narmer could only bow in apology, as he quickly dashed over and grabbed the scruff o the young drunkard, yanking him out of the water.
Not caring that dirt and sand got all over Akhenaten, or that Narmer himself was getting water all over him, he ignored all protests as he pulled the boy until he got to a small alcove away from eyes, and it was there that Narmer finally laid Akhenaten against the wall, and stalked off just a short distance away to grab a waterskin. Thanking the vendor for it, the Egyptian filled up the waterskin with water, and then headed back to where he had left the drunken Sheifa heir, intending to pour the liquid down his throat and hopefully shock the young man awake.
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The slur in the words was enough for Narmer to identify just how far gone the heir to Hei Sheifa was, and how much trouble he'd be in if he managed to besmirch his own name and the name of his family by getting into any big trouble. Neither Iaheru, nor her family would be hearing the end of it, and not wanting even more trouble to mess up his possibility of marriage to a rich family, Narmer really was left with little choice.
Choosing not to answer the questions asked from a deluded mind, Narmer instead rolled his eyes when Akhenaten mistook what he said, and gave up entirely on trying to wheedle out any sort of sense from the boy. "What voices?" he couldn't help but echo, and then internally scolded himself for even thinking that would do any good, before grabbinng the hand that patted his cheek and tried to yank the young Sheifa heir away from even more trouble.
Spirits somehow lent extra strength however, for despite Narmer's strong grip, Akhenaten slipped out and much to the Haikaddad Head's horror, started heading straight for the fountain where women and nobles aliked gathered to talk and exchanged information. A little too far to reach him in time, Narmer could only watch as the man fell over the edge of the pool, splashing others around him even as he attempted to stand back up. Shrieks of indignance came from the women whose outfits were ruined by the splashes of water, and Narmer could only bow in apology, as he quickly dashed over and grabbed the scruff o the young drunkard, yanking him out of the water.
Not caring that dirt and sand got all over Akhenaten, or that Narmer himself was getting water all over him, he ignored all protests as he pulled the boy until he got to a small alcove away from eyes, and it was there that Narmer finally laid Akhenaten against the wall, and stalked off just a short distance away to grab a waterskin. Thanking the vendor for it, the Egyptian filled up the waterskin with water, and then headed back to where he had left the drunken Sheifa heir, intending to pour the liquid down his throat and hopefully shock the young man awake.
The slur in the words was enough for Narmer to identify just how far gone the heir to Hei Sheifa was, and how much trouble he'd be in if he managed to besmirch his own name and the name of his family by getting into any big trouble. Neither Iaheru, nor her family would be hearing the end of it, and not wanting even more trouble to mess up his possibility of marriage to a rich family, Narmer really was left with little choice.
Choosing not to answer the questions asked from a deluded mind, Narmer instead rolled his eyes when Akhenaten mistook what he said, and gave up entirely on trying to wheedle out any sort of sense from the boy. "What voices?" he couldn't help but echo, and then internally scolded himself for even thinking that would do any good, before grabbinng the hand that patted his cheek and tried to yank the young Sheifa heir away from even more trouble.
Spirits somehow lent extra strength however, for despite Narmer's strong grip, Akhenaten slipped out and much to the Haikaddad Head's horror, started heading straight for the fountain where women and nobles aliked gathered to talk and exchanged information. A little too far to reach him in time, Narmer could only watch as the man fell over the edge of the pool, splashing others around him even as he attempted to stand back up. Shrieks of indignance came from the women whose outfits were ruined by the splashes of water, and Narmer could only bow in apology, as he quickly dashed over and grabbed the scruff o the young drunkard, yanking him out of the water.
Not caring that dirt and sand got all over Akhenaten, or that Narmer himself was getting water all over him, he ignored all protests as he pulled the boy until he got to a small alcove away from eyes, and it was there that Narmer finally laid Akhenaten against the wall, and stalked off just a short distance away to grab a waterskin. Thanking the vendor for it, the Egyptian filled up the waterskin with water, and then headed back to where he had left the drunken Sheifa heir, intending to pour the liquid down his throat and hopefully shock the young man awake.
Hena was only vaguely aware of the hand that pulling him up from out of the fountain, faint protests coming from him, though he himself wasn’t even entirely sure what he was even saying, or if they were even words. He only squirmed a little as the was dragged off and then propped up against the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but clearly he was supposed to be here, why else would someone have gone through the efforts of bringing him here? He stood waiting, trying to sort out who he was waiting for and why. Perhaps it had been a pretty girl and he was about to have a great time?
He was able to focus on the man as he returned, the fall into the fountain had cleared his clouded mind just a bit, though he wasn’t entirely sure who Narmer was or what was going on, he could see that it was in fact not a pretty girl who was coming to him as he stood there. He moved and stood himself up a little straighter, pushing his long hair back and out of his face. Wait... why was his hair wet?
His thoughts were beginning to slowly collect and sort of make sense, but it would be quite some time before he was sober enough to really understand his surroundings in full.
“What’s tha-” He started asking, but before he could finish his sentence, the other male was pouring some sort of liquid into his mouth. In his shock, Akhenaten inhaled some of the water, pushing the other man away, he coughed and sputtered, attempting to get the liquid out of his lungs. The experienced had sobered him, at least enough to be coherent.
“Are you trying to kill me?!?!” He shouted angrily, glaring over at the man who had been pouring water down his throat. He recognized him now. It was that Haikaddad man, what was his first name? Hena couldn’t remember for the life of him, but it was a feat that he had managed to remember who he was at all. His mind was still slightly clouded by the opium, but he could at least sort of process some thoughts now.
“Have you completely lost your wits? I ought to tell everyone you just made an attempt on my life!” He said, completely oblivious to the true situation or the fact that Narmer was trying to keep him from making an even bigger fool out of himself than he already had.
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Hena was only vaguely aware of the hand that pulling him up from out of the fountain, faint protests coming from him, though he himself wasn’t even entirely sure what he was even saying, or if they were even words. He only squirmed a little as the was dragged off and then propped up against the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but clearly he was supposed to be here, why else would someone have gone through the efforts of bringing him here? He stood waiting, trying to sort out who he was waiting for and why. Perhaps it had been a pretty girl and he was about to have a great time?
He was able to focus on the man as he returned, the fall into the fountain had cleared his clouded mind just a bit, though he wasn’t entirely sure who Narmer was or what was going on, he could see that it was in fact not a pretty girl who was coming to him as he stood there. He moved and stood himself up a little straighter, pushing his long hair back and out of his face. Wait... why was his hair wet?
His thoughts were beginning to slowly collect and sort of make sense, but it would be quite some time before he was sober enough to really understand his surroundings in full.
“What’s tha-” He started asking, but before he could finish his sentence, the other male was pouring some sort of liquid into his mouth. In his shock, Akhenaten inhaled some of the water, pushing the other man away, he coughed and sputtered, attempting to get the liquid out of his lungs. The experienced had sobered him, at least enough to be coherent.
“Are you trying to kill me?!?!” He shouted angrily, glaring over at the man who had been pouring water down his throat. He recognized him now. It was that Haikaddad man, what was his first name? Hena couldn’t remember for the life of him, but it was a feat that he had managed to remember who he was at all. His mind was still slightly clouded by the opium, but he could at least sort of process some thoughts now.
“Have you completely lost your wits? I ought to tell everyone you just made an attempt on my life!” He said, completely oblivious to the true situation or the fact that Narmer was trying to keep him from making an even bigger fool out of himself than he already had.
Hena was only vaguely aware of the hand that pulling him up from out of the fountain, faint protests coming from him, though he himself wasn’t even entirely sure what he was even saying, or if they were even words. He only squirmed a little as the was dragged off and then propped up against the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but clearly he was supposed to be here, why else would someone have gone through the efforts of bringing him here? He stood waiting, trying to sort out who he was waiting for and why. Perhaps it had been a pretty girl and he was about to have a great time?
He was able to focus on the man as he returned, the fall into the fountain had cleared his clouded mind just a bit, though he wasn’t entirely sure who Narmer was or what was going on, he could see that it was in fact not a pretty girl who was coming to him as he stood there. He moved and stood himself up a little straighter, pushing his long hair back and out of his face. Wait... why was his hair wet?
His thoughts were beginning to slowly collect and sort of make sense, but it would be quite some time before he was sober enough to really understand his surroundings in full.
“What’s tha-” He started asking, but before he could finish his sentence, the other male was pouring some sort of liquid into his mouth. In his shock, Akhenaten inhaled some of the water, pushing the other man away, he coughed and sputtered, attempting to get the liquid out of his lungs. The experienced had sobered him, at least enough to be coherent.
“Are you trying to kill me?!?!” He shouted angrily, glaring over at the man who had been pouring water down his throat. He recognized him now. It was that Haikaddad man, what was his first name? Hena couldn’t remember for the life of him, but it was a feat that he had managed to remember who he was at all. His mind was still slightly clouded by the opium, but he could at least sort of process some thoughts now.
“Have you completely lost your wits? I ought to tell everyone you just made an attempt on my life!” He said, completely oblivious to the true situation or the fact that Narmer was trying to keep him from making an even bigger fool out of himself than he already had.
Narmer pointedly ignored the protests from the fairly drunk young noble of the Sheifa family as he dragged, determined to at least help the family he intended to make a wife out of. It would do no good to any of the Hei's anyway, should Akhenaten be found in such a state, and Narmer was determined to at least make sure the boy was sober before he left him.
The way the young man sputtered and shouted angrily in no way irritated Narmer - at least, not anymore then he already was with the behavior of the young man. Did no one teach him or make him aware of the position he now held, after his brother's history was made known? He now held far more responsibility and could no longer be the wayward youngest son he had previously been known as.
"Trust me young man, if I was trying to kill you, the job wold've been done." Narmer retorted with a dry tone, placing the cap back on the waterskin and momentarily cursing that he had to spend unnecessary money on one before clasping it on to his waist and then returning his glare to the young Sheifa male. "Have you lost your wits? Wandering around the square in the state you're in. You will end up bringing shame and besmirch your Hei's name if you aren't careful, young Akhenaten." Narmer retorted hotly, the words a faint echo of what his brother had many a time tried to drill into his head before Narutt's untimely death. They were words echoing in his head during the years he had left and avoided responsibility, but had only started heeding recently.
"Does anyone know of your current wherebouts, or do I have to escort you home?" he asked, dusting his hands and trying to dry off the water which had been sprayed back on him when the other had sputtered and struggled, all whilst keeping a strict eye trained on the young man.
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Narmer pointedly ignored the protests from the fairly drunk young noble of the Sheifa family as he dragged, determined to at least help the family he intended to make a wife out of. It would do no good to any of the Hei's anyway, should Akhenaten be found in such a state, and Narmer was determined to at least make sure the boy was sober before he left him.
The way the young man sputtered and shouted angrily in no way irritated Narmer - at least, not anymore then he already was with the behavior of the young man. Did no one teach him or make him aware of the position he now held, after his brother's history was made known? He now held far more responsibility and could no longer be the wayward youngest son he had previously been known as.
"Trust me young man, if I was trying to kill you, the job wold've been done." Narmer retorted with a dry tone, placing the cap back on the waterskin and momentarily cursing that he had to spend unnecessary money on one before clasping it on to his waist and then returning his glare to the young Sheifa male. "Have you lost your wits? Wandering around the square in the state you're in. You will end up bringing shame and besmirch your Hei's name if you aren't careful, young Akhenaten." Narmer retorted hotly, the words a faint echo of what his brother had many a time tried to drill into his head before Narutt's untimely death. They were words echoing in his head during the years he had left and avoided responsibility, but had only started heeding recently.
"Does anyone know of your current wherebouts, or do I have to escort you home?" he asked, dusting his hands and trying to dry off the water which had been sprayed back on him when the other had sputtered and struggled, all whilst keeping a strict eye trained on the young man.
Narmer pointedly ignored the protests from the fairly drunk young noble of the Sheifa family as he dragged, determined to at least help the family he intended to make a wife out of. It would do no good to any of the Hei's anyway, should Akhenaten be found in such a state, and Narmer was determined to at least make sure the boy was sober before he left him.
The way the young man sputtered and shouted angrily in no way irritated Narmer - at least, not anymore then he already was with the behavior of the young man. Did no one teach him or make him aware of the position he now held, after his brother's history was made known? He now held far more responsibility and could no longer be the wayward youngest son he had previously been known as.
"Trust me young man, if I was trying to kill you, the job wold've been done." Narmer retorted with a dry tone, placing the cap back on the waterskin and momentarily cursing that he had to spend unnecessary money on one before clasping it on to his waist and then returning his glare to the young Sheifa male. "Have you lost your wits? Wandering around the square in the state you're in. You will end up bringing shame and besmirch your Hei's name if you aren't careful, young Akhenaten." Narmer retorted hotly, the words a faint echo of what his brother had many a time tried to drill into his head before Narutt's untimely death. They were words echoing in his head during the years he had left and avoided responsibility, but had only started heeding recently.
"Does anyone know of your current wherebouts, or do I have to escort you home?" he asked, dusting his hands and trying to dry off the water which had been sprayed back on him when the other had sputtered and struggled, all whilst keeping a strict eye trained on the young man.
Hena snorted as Narmer began to tell him about bringing shame to his family. It was no secret that the other male’s Hei was in a precarious position, though he wasn’t aware of exactly his state, he knew that it wasn’t as it should be for a noble family.
“And you’re one to speak of shaming the name of one’s Hei?” He said, raising an eyebrow, he shifted to stand up a little more, pushing his long hair out of his face, which was now soaking wet and dripping on the sand below him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear some sort of lecture from this man, he had gotten enough of that out of his older brother before his true parentage had come to light, and he got enough of that out of his mother and father now. Now that their precious older son was gone and suddenly they were left with the son they were disappointed in as their heir.
He snorted as the other asked if anyone knew where he was or if he would have to escort him home. He felt his anger flare up at such words, his mind clearing as he stood up fully, hands clenched in fists, the fire was obvious in his eyes as he approached Narmer, the other male only very slightly taller than him, he stepped in close and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.
“I am a grown adult. I am a Lord and heir to Hei Sheifa. You will not talk to me as if I am a child lost without their mother.” He warned, holding the man’s gaze for just a few more seconds before he moved away, heading back out onto the street. Narmer had ruined his buzz, and he intended on heading home to clean himself up and then go back out and find his high again. He would not let this day end on such a sour note when it had started on such a great one. His anger continued to seethe as he made his way through the streets, his pace a little slower than normal due to the slight lightheadedness that still followed him from his previous high, unsure as to whether or not Narmer had decided to follow him and make sure he made it home safe or not. He sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t, who knew what Hena’s anger would cause him to do if the other man did in fact follow him.
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Hena snorted as Narmer began to tell him about bringing shame to his family. It was no secret that the other male’s Hei was in a precarious position, though he wasn’t aware of exactly his state, he knew that it wasn’t as it should be for a noble family.
“And you’re one to speak of shaming the name of one’s Hei?” He said, raising an eyebrow, he shifted to stand up a little more, pushing his long hair out of his face, which was now soaking wet and dripping on the sand below him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear some sort of lecture from this man, he had gotten enough of that out of his older brother before his true parentage had come to light, and he got enough of that out of his mother and father now. Now that their precious older son was gone and suddenly they were left with the son they were disappointed in as their heir.
He snorted as the other asked if anyone knew where he was or if he would have to escort him home. He felt his anger flare up at such words, his mind clearing as he stood up fully, hands clenched in fists, the fire was obvious in his eyes as he approached Narmer, the other male only very slightly taller than him, he stepped in close and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.
“I am a grown adult. I am a Lord and heir to Hei Sheifa. You will not talk to me as if I am a child lost without their mother.” He warned, holding the man’s gaze for just a few more seconds before he moved away, heading back out onto the street. Narmer had ruined his buzz, and he intended on heading home to clean himself up and then go back out and find his high again. He would not let this day end on such a sour note when it had started on such a great one. His anger continued to seethe as he made his way through the streets, his pace a little slower than normal due to the slight lightheadedness that still followed him from his previous high, unsure as to whether or not Narmer had decided to follow him and make sure he made it home safe or not. He sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t, who knew what Hena’s anger would cause him to do if the other man did in fact follow him.
Hena snorted as Narmer began to tell him about bringing shame to his family. It was no secret that the other male’s Hei was in a precarious position, though he wasn’t aware of exactly his state, he knew that it wasn’t as it should be for a noble family.
“And you’re one to speak of shaming the name of one’s Hei?” He said, raising an eyebrow, he shifted to stand up a little more, pushing his long hair out of his face, which was now soaking wet and dripping on the sand below him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear some sort of lecture from this man, he had gotten enough of that out of his older brother before his true parentage had come to light, and he got enough of that out of his mother and father now. Now that their precious older son was gone and suddenly they were left with the son they were disappointed in as their heir.
He snorted as the other asked if anyone knew where he was or if he would have to escort him home. He felt his anger flare up at such words, his mind clearing as he stood up fully, hands clenched in fists, the fire was obvious in his eyes as he approached Narmer, the other male only very slightly taller than him, he stepped in close and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.
“I am a grown adult. I am a Lord and heir to Hei Sheifa. You will not talk to me as if I am a child lost without their mother.” He warned, holding the man’s gaze for just a few more seconds before he moved away, heading back out onto the street. Narmer had ruined his buzz, and he intended on heading home to clean himself up and then go back out and find his high again. He would not let this day end on such a sour note when it had started on such a great one. His anger continued to seethe as he made his way through the streets, his pace a little slower than normal due to the slight lightheadedness that still followed him from his previous high, unsure as to whether or not Narmer had decided to follow him and make sure he made it home safe or not. He sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t, who knew what Hena’s anger would cause him to do if the other man did in fact follow him.
The behaviour would no doubt be frowned upon if he informed his mother regardinng this. Akhenaten had been under intense scrutiny of late, after the whole scandal that rocked his house, it was no doubt that his parents would not want him and his actions to bring about any further negative attention, but there was only so much Narmer could help with the boy who had over-imbibed.
The raised brow from the younger boy made Narmer roll his eyes, identifying the defiant and stubborn tone within it.He had used such a tone once, when their parents had died and Narutt had tried to rein him in. To a certain extent, his elder brother had succeeded, for Narmer had not ran too far off the tracks. The only other act-out Narmer had indulged in was to take his few years off and let the Hei of his family fall to ruin, but look what good that got him?
Gaze flickered downwards as he recognized the anger that flared, but while Narmer was still navigating the waters of courtly interactions and manners, a fight was something he was familiar with. He was trained well and with many military influences during his travels, Narmer knew he could hold his own in a fight at least. "If you are a grown adult, perhaps you should act like one instead of taking a swim in the fountain where everyone of Egypt could be watching." he retorted sharply, not missing a beat.
His eyes followed the young heir to Hei Sheifa as he headed back out to the streets, contemplating for a moment before deciding against following the young lad. Since he could stir anger and sense that he remembered himself as the lord and heir to his Hei, Narmer could safely conclude that he was now of sound mind to return to his Hei properly, and not cause a scene elsewhere. Whether or not he would tell Iaheru on this occurence, Narmer had not decided, but he turned on his own heels to proceed back to his Hei, an afternoon of supposed relaxation wasted.
Back to the books it was then.
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The behaviour would no doubt be frowned upon if he informed his mother regardinng this. Akhenaten had been under intense scrutiny of late, after the whole scandal that rocked his house, it was no doubt that his parents would not want him and his actions to bring about any further negative attention, but there was only so much Narmer could help with the boy who had over-imbibed.
The raised brow from the younger boy made Narmer roll his eyes, identifying the defiant and stubborn tone within it.He had used such a tone once, when their parents had died and Narutt had tried to rein him in. To a certain extent, his elder brother had succeeded, for Narmer had not ran too far off the tracks. The only other act-out Narmer had indulged in was to take his few years off and let the Hei of his family fall to ruin, but look what good that got him?
Gaze flickered downwards as he recognized the anger that flared, but while Narmer was still navigating the waters of courtly interactions and manners, a fight was something he was familiar with. He was trained well and with many military influences during his travels, Narmer knew he could hold his own in a fight at least. "If you are a grown adult, perhaps you should act like one instead of taking a swim in the fountain where everyone of Egypt could be watching." he retorted sharply, not missing a beat.
His eyes followed the young heir to Hei Sheifa as he headed back out to the streets, contemplating for a moment before deciding against following the young lad. Since he could stir anger and sense that he remembered himself as the lord and heir to his Hei, Narmer could safely conclude that he was now of sound mind to return to his Hei properly, and not cause a scene elsewhere. Whether or not he would tell Iaheru on this occurence, Narmer had not decided, but he turned on his own heels to proceed back to his Hei, an afternoon of supposed relaxation wasted.
Back to the books it was then.
The behaviour would no doubt be frowned upon if he informed his mother regardinng this. Akhenaten had been under intense scrutiny of late, after the whole scandal that rocked his house, it was no doubt that his parents would not want him and his actions to bring about any further negative attention, but there was only so much Narmer could help with the boy who had over-imbibed.
The raised brow from the younger boy made Narmer roll his eyes, identifying the defiant and stubborn tone within it.He had used such a tone once, when their parents had died and Narutt had tried to rein him in. To a certain extent, his elder brother had succeeded, for Narmer had not ran too far off the tracks. The only other act-out Narmer had indulged in was to take his few years off and let the Hei of his family fall to ruin, but look what good that got him?
Gaze flickered downwards as he recognized the anger that flared, but while Narmer was still navigating the waters of courtly interactions and manners, a fight was something he was familiar with. He was trained well and with many military influences during his travels, Narmer knew he could hold his own in a fight at least. "If you are a grown adult, perhaps you should act like one instead of taking a swim in the fountain where everyone of Egypt could be watching." he retorted sharply, not missing a beat.
His eyes followed the young heir to Hei Sheifa as he headed back out to the streets, contemplating for a moment before deciding against following the young lad. Since he could stir anger and sense that he remembered himself as the lord and heir to his Hei, Narmer could safely conclude that he was now of sound mind to return to his Hei properly, and not cause a scene elsewhere. Whether or not he would tell Iaheru on this occurence, Narmer had not decided, but he turned on his own heels to proceed back to his Hei, an afternoon of supposed relaxation wasted.