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Night had fallen on the circus, and instead of a crowd of visitors it was empty. Seats were left unfilled, tents vacant, and laughter was unheard. It was the third night this week that no one had visited the circus, and Kesi could hardly blame them. The shows had gone stale with untapped talent. The alcohol was bitter, far more bitter than it should be, and money was spent and wasted all by their father’s hand.
Kesi was growing ever frustrated with their father. He was incapable of doing anything right. He was an angry, bitter man who was blind to what was in front of him. He was hardly a showman. Any acts that he created were dull and uninspired. And he could not see talent, even in his own kin. Kesi desired to be on the main stage, to make her brother proud and show that she was capable. Aside from subsidiary performances, Kesi never had the chance to show her true talents. Instead she wasted away as an errand girl to whatever her father desired.
Amenemhat years prior had led her to snake charming. She fell in love with the art. The way the pungi’s notes filled the air left Kesi mesmerized. But more than just the music, it was the snakes that drew Kesi in. They moved with such grace, such poise, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Their eyes were sharp, ever watchful for their enemy. And their bite was a natural poison, their greatest weapon against all that might go against them. Her snakes were all that Kesi strived to be.
The one good thing that came from this circus was that she was reunited with her brother. The four years apart from him were terribly hard. The moments he had gone home were all too brief and were marred by the fact that their father returned with him. But at least at the circus Kesi could stay ever dutifully at his side. She would do anything for Amenemhat and want nothing in return. Though any smile she may receive, or compliment, or acknowledge would send a wave of happiness to wash over Kesi. Amenemhat was Kesi’s God. Yes, she worshiped the other Egyptian Gods, Set in particular, but all of that was so that Amenemhat would continue to be blessed by them. To Kesi, there was little difference between Amenemhat and the other gods. Her brother was just one that she could tangibly touch.
With the circus closed earlier than it should be, Kesi found time to go to the bathhouse. She washed the dirt from her incredibly sore feet. Her father had Kesi running to and fro doing meaningless tasks for the circus. She must have gone and went back to the market five times this day, each time with a new list from her father. Her feet were calloused and aching that the bathhouse was exactly what she needed to relax her muscles.
It was there, with the warm water washing away the day’s grime, could Kesi allow her mind to wander. What would life be like if it were Amenemhat running the circus? Her brother was everything their father was not. He was intelligent. He was capable. He was perfect. He would lead the circus to new heights. He could do something that was never seen before, elevate them above the throng of would-be entertainers and charlatans. He could even destigmatize the circus and make it a place that everyone around the world clamored to go. One look, one gaze was all Amenemhat needed to ensnare you with his hypnotic charm. His ability to lead and create was far greater than their father could even deign to dream. People would worship Amenemhat if only he was given the chance to take the center stage and run the circus in his vision.
Upon exiting the bathhouse, Kesi felt a stillness in the air. It was a quiet night with a sky filled with stars. No one was wandering. There was no trouble to be found. It was… peaceful. Kesi’s nose wrinkled in disgust. She hated peace. She loathed quiet. She abhorred tranquility. This was not a life that one who belonged in a circus should lead. Kesi craved chaos. She craved the unknown. She craved an opportunity. And yet she remained silent, behaving as a ‘good daughter’ should.
Kesi made her way back to the circus and to the tent that she shared with her brother. Her hair, still slightly damp, was made into a single braid and hung on the side, over her shoulder. It fell to just above her breast that still occasionally had tiny droplets of water sliding down them. In her arms was Apep, her snake that she had collected before entering the tent. Kesi lowered, letting him to slither off her arm and onto the floor, allowing him the freedom to move around the tent. She also placed her pungi on the floor in the corner, something she was rarely without. Finally, she moved to sit by her brother’s side.
“I don’t like it, Nem.” She said with a pout. She looked at him with her large, brown eyes. “I don’t like the silence. This is all terribly boring. Can’t I try to convince father to let you take control?” Her father terrified her. Pain didn’t typically phase Kesi as much anymore, but she hated thinking it might happen to her brother. What truly got to her was the enclosed space her father would sometimes force her in, but that was worth the risk right? “You have better ideas. I promise I can convince him. And then things will be better, right? And you’ll be happy?”
She reached out and trailed a finger down his muscled arm. Her nail slid smoothly against each curve and crevice. Kesi bit her lip and with her head tilting to one side she continued to speak, “You can’t be happy with the way our father is handling things, can you, brother?”
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Night had fallen on the circus, and instead of a crowd of visitors it was empty. Seats were left unfilled, tents vacant, and laughter was unheard. It was the third night this week that no one had visited the circus, and Kesi could hardly blame them. The shows had gone stale with untapped talent. The alcohol was bitter, far more bitter than it should be, and money was spent and wasted all by their father’s hand.
Kesi was growing ever frustrated with their father. He was incapable of doing anything right. He was an angry, bitter man who was blind to what was in front of him. He was hardly a showman. Any acts that he created were dull and uninspired. And he could not see talent, even in his own kin. Kesi desired to be on the main stage, to make her brother proud and show that she was capable. Aside from subsidiary performances, Kesi never had the chance to show her true talents. Instead she wasted away as an errand girl to whatever her father desired.
Amenemhat years prior had led her to snake charming. She fell in love with the art. The way the pungi’s notes filled the air left Kesi mesmerized. But more than just the music, it was the snakes that drew Kesi in. They moved with such grace, such poise, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Their eyes were sharp, ever watchful for their enemy. And their bite was a natural poison, their greatest weapon against all that might go against them. Her snakes were all that Kesi strived to be.
The one good thing that came from this circus was that she was reunited with her brother. The four years apart from him were terribly hard. The moments he had gone home were all too brief and were marred by the fact that their father returned with him. But at least at the circus Kesi could stay ever dutifully at his side. She would do anything for Amenemhat and want nothing in return. Though any smile she may receive, or compliment, or acknowledge would send a wave of happiness to wash over Kesi. Amenemhat was Kesi’s God. Yes, she worshiped the other Egyptian Gods, Set in particular, but all of that was so that Amenemhat would continue to be blessed by them. To Kesi, there was little difference between Amenemhat and the other gods. Her brother was just one that she could tangibly touch.
With the circus closed earlier than it should be, Kesi found time to go to the bathhouse. She washed the dirt from her incredibly sore feet. Her father had Kesi running to and fro doing meaningless tasks for the circus. She must have gone and went back to the market five times this day, each time with a new list from her father. Her feet were calloused and aching that the bathhouse was exactly what she needed to relax her muscles.
It was there, with the warm water washing away the day’s grime, could Kesi allow her mind to wander. What would life be like if it were Amenemhat running the circus? Her brother was everything their father was not. He was intelligent. He was capable. He was perfect. He would lead the circus to new heights. He could do something that was never seen before, elevate them above the throng of would-be entertainers and charlatans. He could even destigmatize the circus and make it a place that everyone around the world clamored to go. One look, one gaze was all Amenemhat needed to ensnare you with his hypnotic charm. His ability to lead and create was far greater than their father could even deign to dream. People would worship Amenemhat if only he was given the chance to take the center stage and run the circus in his vision.
Upon exiting the bathhouse, Kesi felt a stillness in the air. It was a quiet night with a sky filled with stars. No one was wandering. There was no trouble to be found. It was… peaceful. Kesi’s nose wrinkled in disgust. She hated peace. She loathed quiet. She abhorred tranquility. This was not a life that one who belonged in a circus should lead. Kesi craved chaos. She craved the unknown. She craved an opportunity. And yet she remained silent, behaving as a ‘good daughter’ should.
Kesi made her way back to the circus and to the tent that she shared with her brother. Her hair, still slightly damp, was made into a single braid and hung on the side, over her shoulder. It fell to just above her breast that still occasionally had tiny droplets of water sliding down them. In her arms was Apep, her snake that she had collected before entering the tent. Kesi lowered, letting him to slither off her arm and onto the floor, allowing him the freedom to move around the tent. She also placed her pungi on the floor in the corner, something she was rarely without. Finally, she moved to sit by her brother’s side.
“I don’t like it, Nem.” She said with a pout. She looked at him with her large, brown eyes. “I don’t like the silence. This is all terribly boring. Can’t I try to convince father to let you take control?” Her father terrified her. Pain didn’t typically phase Kesi as much anymore, but she hated thinking it might happen to her brother. What truly got to her was the enclosed space her father would sometimes force her in, but that was worth the risk right? “You have better ideas. I promise I can convince him. And then things will be better, right? And you’ll be happy?”
She reached out and trailed a finger down his muscled arm. Her nail slid smoothly against each curve and crevice. Kesi bit her lip and with her head tilting to one side she continued to speak, “You can’t be happy with the way our father is handling things, can you, brother?”
Night had fallen on the circus, and instead of a crowd of visitors it was empty. Seats were left unfilled, tents vacant, and laughter was unheard. It was the third night this week that no one had visited the circus, and Kesi could hardly blame them. The shows had gone stale with untapped talent. The alcohol was bitter, far more bitter than it should be, and money was spent and wasted all by their father’s hand.
Kesi was growing ever frustrated with their father. He was incapable of doing anything right. He was an angry, bitter man who was blind to what was in front of him. He was hardly a showman. Any acts that he created were dull and uninspired. And he could not see talent, even in his own kin. Kesi desired to be on the main stage, to make her brother proud and show that she was capable. Aside from subsidiary performances, Kesi never had the chance to show her true talents. Instead she wasted away as an errand girl to whatever her father desired.
Amenemhat years prior had led her to snake charming. She fell in love with the art. The way the pungi’s notes filled the air left Kesi mesmerized. But more than just the music, it was the snakes that drew Kesi in. They moved with such grace, such poise, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Their eyes were sharp, ever watchful for their enemy. And their bite was a natural poison, their greatest weapon against all that might go against them. Her snakes were all that Kesi strived to be.
The one good thing that came from this circus was that she was reunited with her brother. The four years apart from him were terribly hard. The moments he had gone home were all too brief and were marred by the fact that their father returned with him. But at least at the circus Kesi could stay ever dutifully at his side. She would do anything for Amenemhat and want nothing in return. Though any smile she may receive, or compliment, or acknowledge would send a wave of happiness to wash over Kesi. Amenemhat was Kesi’s God. Yes, she worshiped the other Egyptian Gods, Set in particular, but all of that was so that Amenemhat would continue to be blessed by them. To Kesi, there was little difference between Amenemhat and the other gods. Her brother was just one that she could tangibly touch.
With the circus closed earlier than it should be, Kesi found time to go to the bathhouse. She washed the dirt from her incredibly sore feet. Her father had Kesi running to and fro doing meaningless tasks for the circus. She must have gone and went back to the market five times this day, each time with a new list from her father. Her feet were calloused and aching that the bathhouse was exactly what she needed to relax her muscles.
It was there, with the warm water washing away the day’s grime, could Kesi allow her mind to wander. What would life be like if it were Amenemhat running the circus? Her brother was everything their father was not. He was intelligent. He was capable. He was perfect. He would lead the circus to new heights. He could do something that was never seen before, elevate them above the throng of would-be entertainers and charlatans. He could even destigmatize the circus and make it a place that everyone around the world clamored to go. One look, one gaze was all Amenemhat needed to ensnare you with his hypnotic charm. His ability to lead and create was far greater than their father could even deign to dream. People would worship Amenemhat if only he was given the chance to take the center stage and run the circus in his vision.
Upon exiting the bathhouse, Kesi felt a stillness in the air. It was a quiet night with a sky filled with stars. No one was wandering. There was no trouble to be found. It was… peaceful. Kesi’s nose wrinkled in disgust. She hated peace. She loathed quiet. She abhorred tranquility. This was not a life that one who belonged in a circus should lead. Kesi craved chaos. She craved the unknown. She craved an opportunity. And yet she remained silent, behaving as a ‘good daughter’ should.
Kesi made her way back to the circus and to the tent that she shared with her brother. Her hair, still slightly damp, was made into a single braid and hung on the side, over her shoulder. It fell to just above her breast that still occasionally had tiny droplets of water sliding down them. In her arms was Apep, her snake that she had collected before entering the tent. Kesi lowered, letting him to slither off her arm and onto the floor, allowing him the freedom to move around the tent. She also placed her pungi on the floor in the corner, something she was rarely without. Finally, she moved to sit by her brother’s side.
“I don’t like it, Nem.” She said with a pout. She looked at him with her large, brown eyes. “I don’t like the silence. This is all terribly boring. Can’t I try to convince father to let you take control?” Her father terrified her. Pain didn’t typically phase Kesi as much anymore, but she hated thinking it might happen to her brother. What truly got to her was the enclosed space her father would sometimes force her in, but that was worth the risk right? “You have better ideas. I promise I can convince him. And then things will be better, right? And you’ll be happy?”
She reached out and trailed a finger down his muscled arm. Her nail slid smoothly against each curve and crevice. Kesi bit her lip and with her head tilting to one side she continued to speak, “You can’t be happy with the way our father is handling things, can you, brother?”
Dull. Uninspired.
The disrespect paid to the circus by its ringmaster was a crime that deserved nothing but swift and decisive retribution. For years, Amenemhat studied the circus that he'd grown up hearing tell of. The Tempest of Set was a legacy left by his grandfather, squandered by his father, and left out of Nem's reach by the continued existence of the parasite that looked so much like him. But, where Somgi was growing old and complacent, Amenemhat was young. He was hungry. And more importantly, he was smarter. It was obvious from the day that Amenemhat stepped into the circus at twelve that this was not the fantasy he was regaled with. It fell into decay, a rot that festered from within and endangered every aspect thereout.
Amenemhat did not care for his father prior to this disillusionment, but the disdain grew with every passing year and came to an implosion when he had finally expressed his concerns. No longer was he a child to suffer abuse, and he retaliated in kind. He'd shoved his father off of him, but reached a compromise that allowed him to work directly with the performers. And it was his efforts, not his father's, or the performers, or the help, that drew out necessary improvements. As Nem cracked down on performer laziness, addressed their concerns, negotiated their pay and sought out the ancillary performances and drew in the crowd for them... he realized just how simple it was to be good at this.
Or, perhaps, destiny calls me to this profession and not mere inheritance.
Amenemhat ruminated on it in the coming months as he turned to the performers, as he solicited their support, garnered their approval. He did not need their approval, but he drew it nonetheless. For the day was nigh that Somgi of Cairo would be in the dirt, and Nem wished for the transition of power to be as smooth as possible. The circus was not some living creature that died when the head was cleaved from its shoulders. It was a hive mind that acted on the behalf of its God. Or, rather, that was what he sought for it to become. He'd place himself in the mantle of leadership and create a future where there were no empty seats, where the people of Egypt clamoured for the privilege to hand him their money.
Then, as she often did, to break the silence of his thoughts, returned Kesi. Truly, Amenemhat loved his sister. She harboured within her a psychosis that could let itself out at any given moment. Where Amenemhat wished to cultivate chaos, she was its embodiment, a perfect instrument of everything that the great Set considered an asset. And so did Nem himself. He preferred that she stay out of his way, for the world was not ready for the unbridled madness that lived within her. But, never did he keep her at arm's length, he told her always of his intentions even if his advice was for her to remain a spectator. However, he'd not given her to all of the facts of his impending rise. It was a tragic fact that needed amendment. Then, she spoke, referring to the travesty as boredom. She tried to suggest that he be given control.
Power was not so easily relinquished, and perhaps Somgi knew, in the black pit he called his heart, that if Nem was given control he'd want nothing to do with his father. She continued to praise him with the facts of his existence. Of course he had better ideas... A camel in the desert could create a better show than Somgi of Cairo.
"It is boring. This circus is a sham. Do you remember, Kesi? The fantasies we'd imagine? Never once was there an empty house in our pretend. When the world is more plain than the imagination of a child, there is an issue."
The chuckle was tough on his lips as her fingernail played along the flesh of his arm. His sister was affectionate to her mother and brother, a loving sibling that bore no sort of commonality with the world. However, the same thoughts that pooled within his mind were in hers, even if they were fragmented and dispossessed of the semantics of how and why. She knew what needed to be done, and surely, she'd be willing to assist him. However he needed something done, Kesi was there to ensure his will was carried out.
"I've already laid out the map to the future, Kesi. What we need now..." he drew closer to the young woman, letting an affectionate hand draw along the girl's jawline before digits sifted into her tresses at the base of her skull. He offered a smile, a grim expression laden with little warmth to it. He detested his father, and the words he spoke as they came out drew the smile to grow wider upon his lips. It curved, turning to a grin as he finished speaking. His deep brown hues brightened as the elation of this admission caught on his tongue.
"Is for him to disappear."
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Dull. Uninspired.
The disrespect paid to the circus by its ringmaster was a crime that deserved nothing but swift and decisive retribution. For years, Amenemhat studied the circus that he'd grown up hearing tell of. The Tempest of Set was a legacy left by his grandfather, squandered by his father, and left out of Nem's reach by the continued existence of the parasite that looked so much like him. But, where Somgi was growing old and complacent, Amenemhat was young. He was hungry. And more importantly, he was smarter. It was obvious from the day that Amenemhat stepped into the circus at twelve that this was not the fantasy he was regaled with. It fell into decay, a rot that festered from within and endangered every aspect thereout.
Amenemhat did not care for his father prior to this disillusionment, but the disdain grew with every passing year and came to an implosion when he had finally expressed his concerns. No longer was he a child to suffer abuse, and he retaliated in kind. He'd shoved his father off of him, but reached a compromise that allowed him to work directly with the performers. And it was his efforts, not his father's, or the performers, or the help, that drew out necessary improvements. As Nem cracked down on performer laziness, addressed their concerns, negotiated their pay and sought out the ancillary performances and drew in the crowd for them... he realized just how simple it was to be good at this.
Or, perhaps, destiny calls me to this profession and not mere inheritance.
Amenemhat ruminated on it in the coming months as he turned to the performers, as he solicited their support, garnered their approval. He did not need their approval, but he drew it nonetheless. For the day was nigh that Somgi of Cairo would be in the dirt, and Nem wished for the transition of power to be as smooth as possible. The circus was not some living creature that died when the head was cleaved from its shoulders. It was a hive mind that acted on the behalf of its God. Or, rather, that was what he sought for it to become. He'd place himself in the mantle of leadership and create a future where there were no empty seats, where the people of Egypt clamoured for the privilege to hand him their money.
Then, as she often did, to break the silence of his thoughts, returned Kesi. Truly, Amenemhat loved his sister. She harboured within her a psychosis that could let itself out at any given moment. Where Amenemhat wished to cultivate chaos, she was its embodiment, a perfect instrument of everything that the great Set considered an asset. And so did Nem himself. He preferred that she stay out of his way, for the world was not ready for the unbridled madness that lived within her. But, never did he keep her at arm's length, he told her always of his intentions even if his advice was for her to remain a spectator. However, he'd not given her to all of the facts of his impending rise. It was a tragic fact that needed amendment. Then, she spoke, referring to the travesty as boredom. She tried to suggest that he be given control.
Power was not so easily relinquished, and perhaps Somgi knew, in the black pit he called his heart, that if Nem was given control he'd want nothing to do with his father. She continued to praise him with the facts of his existence. Of course he had better ideas... A camel in the desert could create a better show than Somgi of Cairo.
"It is boring. This circus is a sham. Do you remember, Kesi? The fantasies we'd imagine? Never once was there an empty house in our pretend. When the world is more plain than the imagination of a child, there is an issue."
The chuckle was tough on his lips as her fingernail played along the flesh of his arm. His sister was affectionate to her mother and brother, a loving sibling that bore no sort of commonality with the world. However, the same thoughts that pooled within his mind were in hers, even if they were fragmented and dispossessed of the semantics of how and why. She knew what needed to be done, and surely, she'd be willing to assist him. However he needed something done, Kesi was there to ensure his will was carried out.
"I've already laid out the map to the future, Kesi. What we need now..." he drew closer to the young woman, letting an affectionate hand draw along the girl's jawline before digits sifted into her tresses at the base of her skull. He offered a smile, a grim expression laden with little warmth to it. He detested his father, and the words he spoke as they came out drew the smile to grow wider upon his lips. It curved, turning to a grin as he finished speaking. His deep brown hues brightened as the elation of this admission caught on his tongue.
"Is for him to disappear."
Dull. Uninspired.
The disrespect paid to the circus by its ringmaster was a crime that deserved nothing but swift and decisive retribution. For years, Amenemhat studied the circus that he'd grown up hearing tell of. The Tempest of Set was a legacy left by his grandfather, squandered by his father, and left out of Nem's reach by the continued existence of the parasite that looked so much like him. But, where Somgi was growing old and complacent, Amenemhat was young. He was hungry. And more importantly, he was smarter. It was obvious from the day that Amenemhat stepped into the circus at twelve that this was not the fantasy he was regaled with. It fell into decay, a rot that festered from within and endangered every aspect thereout.
Amenemhat did not care for his father prior to this disillusionment, but the disdain grew with every passing year and came to an implosion when he had finally expressed his concerns. No longer was he a child to suffer abuse, and he retaliated in kind. He'd shoved his father off of him, but reached a compromise that allowed him to work directly with the performers. And it was his efforts, not his father's, or the performers, or the help, that drew out necessary improvements. As Nem cracked down on performer laziness, addressed their concerns, negotiated their pay and sought out the ancillary performances and drew in the crowd for them... he realized just how simple it was to be good at this.
Or, perhaps, destiny calls me to this profession and not mere inheritance.
Amenemhat ruminated on it in the coming months as he turned to the performers, as he solicited their support, garnered their approval. He did not need their approval, but he drew it nonetheless. For the day was nigh that Somgi of Cairo would be in the dirt, and Nem wished for the transition of power to be as smooth as possible. The circus was not some living creature that died when the head was cleaved from its shoulders. It was a hive mind that acted on the behalf of its God. Or, rather, that was what he sought for it to become. He'd place himself in the mantle of leadership and create a future where there were no empty seats, where the people of Egypt clamoured for the privilege to hand him their money.
Then, as she often did, to break the silence of his thoughts, returned Kesi. Truly, Amenemhat loved his sister. She harboured within her a psychosis that could let itself out at any given moment. Where Amenemhat wished to cultivate chaos, she was its embodiment, a perfect instrument of everything that the great Set considered an asset. And so did Nem himself. He preferred that she stay out of his way, for the world was not ready for the unbridled madness that lived within her. But, never did he keep her at arm's length, he told her always of his intentions even if his advice was for her to remain a spectator. However, he'd not given her to all of the facts of his impending rise. It was a tragic fact that needed amendment. Then, she spoke, referring to the travesty as boredom. She tried to suggest that he be given control.
Power was not so easily relinquished, and perhaps Somgi knew, in the black pit he called his heart, that if Nem was given control he'd want nothing to do with his father. She continued to praise him with the facts of his existence. Of course he had better ideas... A camel in the desert could create a better show than Somgi of Cairo.
"It is boring. This circus is a sham. Do you remember, Kesi? The fantasies we'd imagine? Never once was there an empty house in our pretend. When the world is more plain than the imagination of a child, there is an issue."
The chuckle was tough on his lips as her fingernail played along the flesh of his arm. His sister was affectionate to her mother and brother, a loving sibling that bore no sort of commonality with the world. However, the same thoughts that pooled within his mind were in hers, even if they were fragmented and dispossessed of the semantics of how and why. She knew what needed to be done, and surely, she'd be willing to assist him. However he needed something done, Kesi was there to ensure his will was carried out.
"I've already laid out the map to the future, Kesi. What we need now..." he drew closer to the young woman, letting an affectionate hand draw along the girl's jawline before digits sifted into her tresses at the base of her skull. He offered a smile, a grim expression laden with little warmth to it. He detested his father, and the words he spoke as they came out drew the smile to grow wider upon his lips. It curved, turning to a grin as he finished speaking. His deep brown hues brightened as the elation of this admission caught on his tongue.
"Is for him to disappear."
It was as if the world stopped. Kesi always listened to what Nem said, but never before did his words catch her off guard before. All at once a myriad of different emotions flashed across her face as she processed her brother’s words. Did he mean to kill their father? No, he couldn’t possibly mean that. This was Kesi being confused again, finding a different meaning to her brother’s words than originally intended. And yet, that smile was one familiar to Kesi. It was a smile that was similar to hers when she thought of something darker. And that glimmer of his eyes was just like her own when she killed one of her snakes that behaved poorly or created one of her poisons. She was not confused, not this time. He had to mean murder, right?
Kesi bit her lip, but that did not stop the wide smile growing on her lips, nor the excitement evident in her own eyes. Kesi hated their father with every fiber of her being. He was lazy, he was incompetent, and worst of all he hurt her brother. He was a man not worthy of walking this earth. Somgi was weak, unlike Nem who had more strength than anyone Kesi knew and would ever know. For the man to be called the leader of the circus was an insult when his son was more competent than he could ever dream of.
And murder was something that sounded so fun! Kesi never murdered anyone before. Would she get to do it now? Oh, oh! Could she use poison? Or maybe she’d slit his throat. Or maybe she could torture! That sounded like fun! She could get revenge for every bit of pain he had given the children and their mother and then some. He would be begging for mercy, mercy he never showed anyone else prior, and mercy he would never receive. He would be choking and gargling on his own blood and die the pathetic man he lived.
With each passing second and racing though, Kesi’s eyes got wider and wider. And then she did something she had never done before. She moved backward from her brother’s grip to break apart. She stood up and started pacing the tent. She had energy now. She wanted to sprint out of here and do it just do it now. But even if Kesi was often spontaneous and acted on impulse, she knew she had to wait. Her brother hadn’t told her if this was something that she could do, and even if she was given permission then planning would be involved.
“Do you mean murder, Nem?” She finally looked at him with her wide, toothy smile. “You mean that right? Can I do it? That sounds like fun! I have peach kernels I’ve been extracting cyanide from.” Her words were flying out of her mouth with great speed. “I just bought a dagger too! It’s really shiny and pretty! I can do that! Or… Or…”
Suddenly her emotions were gone. The excitement faded only to be replaced by a deep sadness. Kesi pouted and once more sat back next to her brother. “Am I wrong, Nem? Did you mean something else? I… I got over-excited didn’t I?” She bit down on her bottom lip. But she couldn’t be wrong, right? “Are we trying to get him sold to slavery? Or… Or are we making him disappear another way? Or… do I have to watch?”
Kesi didn’t want to watch. Watching was boring. She could do it. She knew she could. Kesi studied poisons for no other reason than it could one day help Nem. She didn’t know then that it could perhaps be used against her father. But this was a sign that the gods were guiding Kesi so that she could better service Amenemhat, a god among mortals.
Murder sounded so right to Kesi. The act itself was a bloody act of chaos, something Kesi so thirsted for. The act itself would rid of their problem and allow her brother to take his rightful place as their leader. The act itself was as perfect as Amenemhat was. Murder was the only answer.
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It was as if the world stopped. Kesi always listened to what Nem said, but never before did his words catch her off guard before. All at once a myriad of different emotions flashed across her face as she processed her brother’s words. Did he mean to kill their father? No, he couldn’t possibly mean that. This was Kesi being confused again, finding a different meaning to her brother’s words than originally intended. And yet, that smile was one familiar to Kesi. It was a smile that was similar to hers when she thought of something darker. And that glimmer of his eyes was just like her own when she killed one of her snakes that behaved poorly or created one of her poisons. She was not confused, not this time. He had to mean murder, right?
Kesi bit her lip, but that did not stop the wide smile growing on her lips, nor the excitement evident in her own eyes. Kesi hated their father with every fiber of her being. He was lazy, he was incompetent, and worst of all he hurt her brother. He was a man not worthy of walking this earth. Somgi was weak, unlike Nem who had more strength than anyone Kesi knew and would ever know. For the man to be called the leader of the circus was an insult when his son was more competent than he could ever dream of.
And murder was something that sounded so fun! Kesi never murdered anyone before. Would she get to do it now? Oh, oh! Could she use poison? Or maybe she’d slit his throat. Or maybe she could torture! That sounded like fun! She could get revenge for every bit of pain he had given the children and their mother and then some. He would be begging for mercy, mercy he never showed anyone else prior, and mercy he would never receive. He would be choking and gargling on his own blood and die the pathetic man he lived.
With each passing second and racing though, Kesi’s eyes got wider and wider. And then she did something she had never done before. She moved backward from her brother’s grip to break apart. She stood up and started pacing the tent. She had energy now. She wanted to sprint out of here and do it just do it now. But even if Kesi was often spontaneous and acted on impulse, she knew she had to wait. Her brother hadn’t told her if this was something that she could do, and even if she was given permission then planning would be involved.
“Do you mean murder, Nem?” She finally looked at him with her wide, toothy smile. “You mean that right? Can I do it? That sounds like fun! I have peach kernels I’ve been extracting cyanide from.” Her words were flying out of her mouth with great speed. “I just bought a dagger too! It’s really shiny and pretty! I can do that! Or… Or…”
Suddenly her emotions were gone. The excitement faded only to be replaced by a deep sadness. Kesi pouted and once more sat back next to her brother. “Am I wrong, Nem? Did you mean something else? I… I got over-excited didn’t I?” She bit down on her bottom lip. But she couldn’t be wrong, right? “Are we trying to get him sold to slavery? Or… Or are we making him disappear another way? Or… do I have to watch?”
Kesi didn’t want to watch. Watching was boring. She could do it. She knew she could. Kesi studied poisons for no other reason than it could one day help Nem. She didn’t know then that it could perhaps be used against her father. But this was a sign that the gods were guiding Kesi so that she could better service Amenemhat, a god among mortals.
Murder sounded so right to Kesi. The act itself was a bloody act of chaos, something Kesi so thirsted for. The act itself would rid of their problem and allow her brother to take his rightful place as their leader. The act itself was as perfect as Amenemhat was. Murder was the only answer.
It was as if the world stopped. Kesi always listened to what Nem said, but never before did his words catch her off guard before. All at once a myriad of different emotions flashed across her face as she processed her brother’s words. Did he mean to kill their father? No, he couldn’t possibly mean that. This was Kesi being confused again, finding a different meaning to her brother’s words than originally intended. And yet, that smile was one familiar to Kesi. It was a smile that was similar to hers when she thought of something darker. And that glimmer of his eyes was just like her own when she killed one of her snakes that behaved poorly or created one of her poisons. She was not confused, not this time. He had to mean murder, right?
Kesi bit her lip, but that did not stop the wide smile growing on her lips, nor the excitement evident in her own eyes. Kesi hated their father with every fiber of her being. He was lazy, he was incompetent, and worst of all he hurt her brother. He was a man not worthy of walking this earth. Somgi was weak, unlike Nem who had more strength than anyone Kesi knew and would ever know. For the man to be called the leader of the circus was an insult when his son was more competent than he could ever dream of.
And murder was something that sounded so fun! Kesi never murdered anyone before. Would she get to do it now? Oh, oh! Could she use poison? Or maybe she’d slit his throat. Or maybe she could torture! That sounded like fun! She could get revenge for every bit of pain he had given the children and their mother and then some. He would be begging for mercy, mercy he never showed anyone else prior, and mercy he would never receive. He would be choking and gargling on his own blood and die the pathetic man he lived.
With each passing second and racing though, Kesi’s eyes got wider and wider. And then she did something she had never done before. She moved backward from her brother’s grip to break apart. She stood up and started pacing the tent. She had energy now. She wanted to sprint out of here and do it just do it now. But even if Kesi was often spontaneous and acted on impulse, she knew she had to wait. Her brother hadn’t told her if this was something that she could do, and even if she was given permission then planning would be involved.
“Do you mean murder, Nem?” She finally looked at him with her wide, toothy smile. “You mean that right? Can I do it? That sounds like fun! I have peach kernels I’ve been extracting cyanide from.” Her words were flying out of her mouth with great speed. “I just bought a dagger too! It’s really shiny and pretty! I can do that! Or… Or…”
Suddenly her emotions were gone. The excitement faded only to be replaced by a deep sadness. Kesi pouted and once more sat back next to her brother. “Am I wrong, Nem? Did you mean something else? I… I got over-excited didn’t I?” She bit down on her bottom lip. But she couldn’t be wrong, right? “Are we trying to get him sold to slavery? Or… Or are we making him disappear another way? Or… do I have to watch?”
Kesi didn’t want to watch. Watching was boring. She could do it. She knew she could. Kesi studied poisons for no other reason than it could one day help Nem. She didn’t know then that it could perhaps be used against her father. But this was a sign that the gods were guiding Kesi so that she could better service Amenemhat, a god among mortals.
Murder sounded so right to Kesi. The act itself was a bloody act of chaos, something Kesi so thirsted for. The act itself would rid of their problem and allow her brother to take his rightful place as their leader. The act itself was as perfect as Amenemhat was. Murder was the only answer.
How rare was it for Kesi to be caught off guard by Amenemhat? She always seemed at least in line with his intentions, one of the few people he'd ever met who could submit themselves entirely to the impulses that needed to be followed. Chaos in bloodshed, violent retribution. The siphoning of hatred and the allocation of sacrifice. Somgi of Cairo, to his son, was nothing more or less than a placeholder for when he was ready to take his place in the world. He'd done the work, facilitated his plans and finally, it was time for the sort of work that Kesi could excel in.
Nem knew his sister better than anyone ever could. He understood how her blood boiled at the sight of her father, for his did as well. He understood the love for their mother, for who couldn't love Layla in such a way? The family that Amenemhat was raised with was everything to him. Even with the facsimile of Kesi in front of him, the successor that his mother had brought home, he knew that she carried on his true sister's will. Every breath that she took was homage paid to what was lost. To the point that the idea of this Kesi being anyone but his sister was all but lost to Nem.
He ignored the idea, pushing the truth deeper and deeper into the abyss as Kesi asked him to elaborate. Of course he meant murder. Of course he wanted Kesi to be the one to end Somgi of Cairo. It was the purpose of bringing her into his machinations, for to involve her otherwise was unnecessary. If Amenemhat was responsible, if he was available during the time Somgi was dead... then his inheritance would be questionable. If he was in performance, managing the circus in his role for the night... Then his rise would be seen as the logical passing on.
There is a need to retain... obedience. Murdering men for their power is what causes strife within the cities of Egypt. Being untouchable, but orchestrating demise... Confusion will be the veil in which my ascension is given acknowledgement.
The excitement seemed to drain from Kesi's eyes even as she stated exactly what Nem intended. She questioned herself, and he wondered if the fear of Somgi of Cairo might stay her hand and render her unable to do as he asked of her. The pout that caught her features, the disappointment in them... It was a blessing that Kesi didn't disguise her thoughts like Nem did. For his assumption was wrong and she pulled away for naught. Nem did not speak for a moment, considering what she'd said about poison, about the extraction of apricot from peaches? It all seemed very fascinating.
"Is this new method of extraction... well-known? I..." he trailed off, knowing full well that his interest in her methods wasn't entirely necessary. Both of Somgi's children had their places to be and he needn't waste any time in meandering questions that would most likely have drawn out answers. As much as Nem was interested, it simply wasn't necessary. Perhaps, after everything was settled, he'd inquire and ask his sister to educate him on the poisons she used to keep the pests out of the food supply. For now, he shook his head. The grin vanished from his features, replaced altogether with poised neutrality, though his eyes shone with his machinations.
"Murder is the killing of an innocent, Kesi. Somgi of Cairo," he went on, doing away with the notion of considering him to be a father to him. Somgi was an obstacle, a detriment, a problem. And problems needed to be addressed.
"Is anything but. I want you to do it. It needs to be you. Exact our vengeance on the figurehead of the circus. If I am involved, it will cause undue trauma within. I need my takeover to be decisive and for the world we live in to bow their heads without any doubts to mar their moment. The mantle will be mine, and I want your help in ensuring this."
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How rare was it for Kesi to be caught off guard by Amenemhat? She always seemed at least in line with his intentions, one of the few people he'd ever met who could submit themselves entirely to the impulses that needed to be followed. Chaos in bloodshed, violent retribution. The siphoning of hatred and the allocation of sacrifice. Somgi of Cairo, to his son, was nothing more or less than a placeholder for when he was ready to take his place in the world. He'd done the work, facilitated his plans and finally, it was time for the sort of work that Kesi could excel in.
Nem knew his sister better than anyone ever could. He understood how her blood boiled at the sight of her father, for his did as well. He understood the love for their mother, for who couldn't love Layla in such a way? The family that Amenemhat was raised with was everything to him. Even with the facsimile of Kesi in front of him, the successor that his mother had brought home, he knew that she carried on his true sister's will. Every breath that she took was homage paid to what was lost. To the point that the idea of this Kesi being anyone but his sister was all but lost to Nem.
He ignored the idea, pushing the truth deeper and deeper into the abyss as Kesi asked him to elaborate. Of course he meant murder. Of course he wanted Kesi to be the one to end Somgi of Cairo. It was the purpose of bringing her into his machinations, for to involve her otherwise was unnecessary. If Amenemhat was responsible, if he was available during the time Somgi was dead... then his inheritance would be questionable. If he was in performance, managing the circus in his role for the night... Then his rise would be seen as the logical passing on.
There is a need to retain... obedience. Murdering men for their power is what causes strife within the cities of Egypt. Being untouchable, but orchestrating demise... Confusion will be the veil in which my ascension is given acknowledgement.
The excitement seemed to drain from Kesi's eyes even as she stated exactly what Nem intended. She questioned herself, and he wondered if the fear of Somgi of Cairo might stay her hand and render her unable to do as he asked of her. The pout that caught her features, the disappointment in them... It was a blessing that Kesi didn't disguise her thoughts like Nem did. For his assumption was wrong and she pulled away for naught. Nem did not speak for a moment, considering what she'd said about poison, about the extraction of apricot from peaches? It all seemed very fascinating.
"Is this new method of extraction... well-known? I..." he trailed off, knowing full well that his interest in her methods wasn't entirely necessary. Both of Somgi's children had their places to be and he needn't waste any time in meandering questions that would most likely have drawn out answers. As much as Nem was interested, it simply wasn't necessary. Perhaps, after everything was settled, he'd inquire and ask his sister to educate him on the poisons she used to keep the pests out of the food supply. For now, he shook his head. The grin vanished from his features, replaced altogether with poised neutrality, though his eyes shone with his machinations.
"Murder is the killing of an innocent, Kesi. Somgi of Cairo," he went on, doing away with the notion of considering him to be a father to him. Somgi was an obstacle, a detriment, a problem. And problems needed to be addressed.
"Is anything but. I want you to do it. It needs to be you. Exact our vengeance on the figurehead of the circus. If I am involved, it will cause undue trauma within. I need my takeover to be decisive and for the world we live in to bow their heads without any doubts to mar their moment. The mantle will be mine, and I want your help in ensuring this."
How rare was it for Kesi to be caught off guard by Amenemhat? She always seemed at least in line with his intentions, one of the few people he'd ever met who could submit themselves entirely to the impulses that needed to be followed. Chaos in bloodshed, violent retribution. The siphoning of hatred and the allocation of sacrifice. Somgi of Cairo, to his son, was nothing more or less than a placeholder for when he was ready to take his place in the world. He'd done the work, facilitated his plans and finally, it was time for the sort of work that Kesi could excel in.
Nem knew his sister better than anyone ever could. He understood how her blood boiled at the sight of her father, for his did as well. He understood the love for their mother, for who couldn't love Layla in such a way? The family that Amenemhat was raised with was everything to him. Even with the facsimile of Kesi in front of him, the successor that his mother had brought home, he knew that she carried on his true sister's will. Every breath that she took was homage paid to what was lost. To the point that the idea of this Kesi being anyone but his sister was all but lost to Nem.
He ignored the idea, pushing the truth deeper and deeper into the abyss as Kesi asked him to elaborate. Of course he meant murder. Of course he wanted Kesi to be the one to end Somgi of Cairo. It was the purpose of bringing her into his machinations, for to involve her otherwise was unnecessary. If Amenemhat was responsible, if he was available during the time Somgi was dead... then his inheritance would be questionable. If he was in performance, managing the circus in his role for the night... Then his rise would be seen as the logical passing on.
There is a need to retain... obedience. Murdering men for their power is what causes strife within the cities of Egypt. Being untouchable, but orchestrating demise... Confusion will be the veil in which my ascension is given acknowledgement.
The excitement seemed to drain from Kesi's eyes even as she stated exactly what Nem intended. She questioned herself, and he wondered if the fear of Somgi of Cairo might stay her hand and render her unable to do as he asked of her. The pout that caught her features, the disappointment in them... It was a blessing that Kesi didn't disguise her thoughts like Nem did. For his assumption was wrong and she pulled away for naught. Nem did not speak for a moment, considering what she'd said about poison, about the extraction of apricot from peaches? It all seemed very fascinating.
"Is this new method of extraction... well-known? I..." he trailed off, knowing full well that his interest in her methods wasn't entirely necessary. Both of Somgi's children had their places to be and he needn't waste any time in meandering questions that would most likely have drawn out answers. As much as Nem was interested, it simply wasn't necessary. Perhaps, after everything was settled, he'd inquire and ask his sister to educate him on the poisons she used to keep the pests out of the food supply. For now, he shook his head. The grin vanished from his features, replaced altogether with poised neutrality, though his eyes shone with his machinations.
"Murder is the killing of an innocent, Kesi. Somgi of Cairo," he went on, doing away with the notion of considering him to be a father to him. Somgi was an obstacle, a detriment, a problem. And problems needed to be addressed.
"Is anything but. I want you to do it. It needs to be you. Exact our vengeance on the figurehead of the circus. If I am involved, it will cause undue trauma within. I need my takeover to be decisive and for the world we live in to bow their heads without any doubts to mar their moment. The mantle will be mine, and I want your help in ensuring this."
Were they well known? She had learned these methods from Kreios, but perhaps if her brother was questioning pulling arsenic from the peaches Kesi so adored she could use different poisons. The largest snake in the circus currently was the Egyptian Cobra. Kesi worked so hard to bring it under control, and even harder to find a place for him. The snake’s venom would cause the lungs to stop functioning and the victim to suffocate. The snake was not yet primed to extract venom from, not without posing a danger to herself. But with a little work, Kesi could kill the man with his own animals from his own circus. It would be perfect, and the very thought brought a smile back onto her face.
The tip of her tongue licked her lip. Oh, she was excited. This was something Kesi absolutely could help with. The shock in her father’s eyes was something she looked so forward to when the realization hit that it was his own daughter that brought his end. And she would laugh gleefully as his life faded away.
Despite her excitement, Kesi already saw the fallacy in her plan. Her eyebrows furrowed together in thought. She wanted to use a snake but dying from a venomous bite was too slow. She needed it to be faster so that her brother would not need to be involved, but slow enough that Kesi could truly relish in his death. Kesi’s finger returned to tracing her brother’s arm while she pondered and her head tilted to the side. “Do you want it bloody, brother, or quick?” She asked as her dark orbs slid up to meet his.
Her free hand lowered to the ground, and Apep slithered up it, coiling around her arm and hand. She lifted it back up and considered the snake carefully as his tongue flicked towards her. “If cyanide isn’t your fancy, brother, how about the large snake we recently acquired. He is not ready to extract venom from just yet, not without endangering our own lives, but with time and careful training, the venom he produces is one of the most deadly in all of Egypt. His lungs will fail and he will suffocate. The problem is…” She hesitated, “The venom itself is fairly slow. But if I mix it with an herb, Belladona, that I could acquire from a Greek merchant… well, that would act as a paralytic. It very much could quicken the process, and our fath- Somgi would die frozen in place, unable to breathe, as his body rejects him.”
Apep moved from her arm to her neck. His tail now rested upon her tattooed breast, where her beating heart pounded with enthusiasm. The snake must know what was going to occur. He must know that his brethren could assist in the killing of the most useless man who had ever lived. The snakes would service Amenemhat, their god, into the ascension of his rightful place.
A giggle escaped her lips. It was giddy, filled with glee by her brother’s plan. And to involve her in it was such an honor, one that she would not forsake. Never has Kesi failed Nem, and the killing of their father would follow that trend.
“Can I use a snake, brother, pretty please?” She continued to giggle, her nail digging in slightly from the excitement she could barely suppress. “It would be so much fun. It was you that led me to snake charming, and it is the circus who houses them. If you cannot be there, then at the very least a product of your infinite wisdom should be used in the undoing of Somgi. And… and I really want to use a snake. Pretty, pretty please?” Her eyes grew even rounder, the pout returning to her lips.
And everything, as usual, made sense coming from Amenemhat’s mouth. This was not murder, this was justice. This was fixing an obvious problem, or getting rid of an obstacle, that bothered her brother. This was not without cause. Her father deserved everything that was coming to him, and Kesi was all too giddy to punish him.
“You’re right, Nem. You’re always right.” She was practically shaking from excitement. “It’s not murder. He has never been innocent, not while he stood in your way. But brother, what of the people who foolishly follow him? The blind that believe in Somgi or the idiots who refuse to understand your brilliance? What of them? What more can I do to help you, Nem?”
Because it would never be enough for Kesi, simply doing as she was told and waiting for Amenemhat’s order. She strived to be better, the best that he could ever need. Kesi would work hard all her life so that his gaze never left her. She would adapt, she would grow, she will be strong and remain by her brother’s side until the day Anubis comes to judge her.
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Were they well known? She had learned these methods from Kreios, but perhaps if her brother was questioning pulling arsenic from the peaches Kesi so adored she could use different poisons. The largest snake in the circus currently was the Egyptian Cobra. Kesi worked so hard to bring it under control, and even harder to find a place for him. The snake’s venom would cause the lungs to stop functioning and the victim to suffocate. The snake was not yet primed to extract venom from, not without posing a danger to herself. But with a little work, Kesi could kill the man with his own animals from his own circus. It would be perfect, and the very thought brought a smile back onto her face.
The tip of her tongue licked her lip. Oh, she was excited. This was something Kesi absolutely could help with. The shock in her father’s eyes was something she looked so forward to when the realization hit that it was his own daughter that brought his end. And she would laugh gleefully as his life faded away.
Despite her excitement, Kesi already saw the fallacy in her plan. Her eyebrows furrowed together in thought. She wanted to use a snake but dying from a venomous bite was too slow. She needed it to be faster so that her brother would not need to be involved, but slow enough that Kesi could truly relish in his death. Kesi’s finger returned to tracing her brother’s arm while she pondered and her head tilted to the side. “Do you want it bloody, brother, or quick?” She asked as her dark orbs slid up to meet his.
Her free hand lowered to the ground, and Apep slithered up it, coiling around her arm and hand. She lifted it back up and considered the snake carefully as his tongue flicked towards her. “If cyanide isn’t your fancy, brother, how about the large snake we recently acquired. He is not ready to extract venom from just yet, not without endangering our own lives, but with time and careful training, the venom he produces is one of the most deadly in all of Egypt. His lungs will fail and he will suffocate. The problem is…” She hesitated, “The venom itself is fairly slow. But if I mix it with an herb, Belladona, that I could acquire from a Greek merchant… well, that would act as a paralytic. It very much could quicken the process, and our fath- Somgi would die frozen in place, unable to breathe, as his body rejects him.”
Apep moved from her arm to her neck. His tail now rested upon her tattooed breast, where her beating heart pounded with enthusiasm. The snake must know what was going to occur. He must know that his brethren could assist in the killing of the most useless man who had ever lived. The snakes would service Amenemhat, their god, into the ascension of his rightful place.
A giggle escaped her lips. It was giddy, filled with glee by her brother’s plan. And to involve her in it was such an honor, one that she would not forsake. Never has Kesi failed Nem, and the killing of their father would follow that trend.
“Can I use a snake, brother, pretty please?” She continued to giggle, her nail digging in slightly from the excitement she could barely suppress. “It would be so much fun. It was you that led me to snake charming, and it is the circus who houses them. If you cannot be there, then at the very least a product of your infinite wisdom should be used in the undoing of Somgi. And… and I really want to use a snake. Pretty, pretty please?” Her eyes grew even rounder, the pout returning to her lips.
And everything, as usual, made sense coming from Amenemhat’s mouth. This was not murder, this was justice. This was fixing an obvious problem, or getting rid of an obstacle, that bothered her brother. This was not without cause. Her father deserved everything that was coming to him, and Kesi was all too giddy to punish him.
“You’re right, Nem. You’re always right.” She was practically shaking from excitement. “It’s not murder. He has never been innocent, not while he stood in your way. But brother, what of the people who foolishly follow him? The blind that believe in Somgi or the idiots who refuse to understand your brilliance? What of them? What more can I do to help you, Nem?”
Because it would never be enough for Kesi, simply doing as she was told and waiting for Amenemhat’s order. She strived to be better, the best that he could ever need. Kesi would work hard all her life so that his gaze never left her. She would adapt, she would grow, she will be strong and remain by her brother’s side until the day Anubis comes to judge her.
Were they well known? She had learned these methods from Kreios, but perhaps if her brother was questioning pulling arsenic from the peaches Kesi so adored she could use different poisons. The largest snake in the circus currently was the Egyptian Cobra. Kesi worked so hard to bring it under control, and even harder to find a place for him. The snake’s venom would cause the lungs to stop functioning and the victim to suffocate. The snake was not yet primed to extract venom from, not without posing a danger to herself. But with a little work, Kesi could kill the man with his own animals from his own circus. It would be perfect, and the very thought brought a smile back onto her face.
The tip of her tongue licked her lip. Oh, she was excited. This was something Kesi absolutely could help with. The shock in her father’s eyes was something she looked so forward to when the realization hit that it was his own daughter that brought his end. And she would laugh gleefully as his life faded away.
Despite her excitement, Kesi already saw the fallacy in her plan. Her eyebrows furrowed together in thought. She wanted to use a snake but dying from a venomous bite was too slow. She needed it to be faster so that her brother would not need to be involved, but slow enough that Kesi could truly relish in his death. Kesi’s finger returned to tracing her brother’s arm while she pondered and her head tilted to the side. “Do you want it bloody, brother, or quick?” She asked as her dark orbs slid up to meet his.
Her free hand lowered to the ground, and Apep slithered up it, coiling around her arm and hand. She lifted it back up and considered the snake carefully as his tongue flicked towards her. “If cyanide isn’t your fancy, brother, how about the large snake we recently acquired. He is not ready to extract venom from just yet, not without endangering our own lives, but with time and careful training, the venom he produces is one of the most deadly in all of Egypt. His lungs will fail and he will suffocate. The problem is…” She hesitated, “The venom itself is fairly slow. But if I mix it with an herb, Belladona, that I could acquire from a Greek merchant… well, that would act as a paralytic. It very much could quicken the process, and our fath- Somgi would die frozen in place, unable to breathe, as his body rejects him.”
Apep moved from her arm to her neck. His tail now rested upon her tattooed breast, where her beating heart pounded with enthusiasm. The snake must know what was going to occur. He must know that his brethren could assist in the killing of the most useless man who had ever lived. The snakes would service Amenemhat, their god, into the ascension of his rightful place.
A giggle escaped her lips. It was giddy, filled with glee by her brother’s plan. And to involve her in it was such an honor, one that she would not forsake. Never has Kesi failed Nem, and the killing of their father would follow that trend.
“Can I use a snake, brother, pretty please?” She continued to giggle, her nail digging in slightly from the excitement she could barely suppress. “It would be so much fun. It was you that led me to snake charming, and it is the circus who houses them. If you cannot be there, then at the very least a product of your infinite wisdom should be used in the undoing of Somgi. And… and I really want to use a snake. Pretty, pretty please?” Her eyes grew even rounder, the pout returning to her lips.
And everything, as usual, made sense coming from Amenemhat’s mouth. This was not murder, this was justice. This was fixing an obvious problem, or getting rid of an obstacle, that bothered her brother. This was not without cause. Her father deserved everything that was coming to him, and Kesi was all too giddy to punish him.
“You’re right, Nem. You’re always right.” She was practically shaking from excitement. “It’s not murder. He has never been innocent, not while he stood in your way. But brother, what of the people who foolishly follow him? The blind that believe in Somgi or the idiots who refuse to understand your brilliance? What of them? What more can I do to help you, Nem?”
Because it would never be enough for Kesi, simply doing as she was told and waiting for Amenemhat’s order. She strived to be better, the best that he could ever need. Kesi would work hard all her life so that his gaze never left her. She would adapt, she would grow, she will be strong and remain by her brother’s side until the day Anubis comes to judge her.
Poisons were as fascinating as they were useful. Amenemhat had learned much of the way the world worked in his time away from Alexandria, and was pleased that the young Kesi had taken initiative to learn a craft. It was the very fact that snakes were venomous creatures that encouraged Nem to push his sister into the art of snake charming, and it seemed to have given her a purpose. And yet, that purpose was ignored. Kesi was relegated to a role as an errand girl, a messenger, pest control. Her talents being wasted was the epitome of Somgi's inability to lead the circus.
Of course, Nem didn't treat her with blatant favouritism. The enactment of overt nepotism would cause a stir within the circus, and so, he kept her close but not so close as to draw attention to it specifically. Kesi was a resource, just as any other, but one that more than any other within the circus, was his and not his father. Mother was, of course, the cause of this obsession, this need within Kesi to remain close to him. He wondered, if perhaps, it was an echo of forgotten memory. Amenemhat considered his failure to protect the true Kesi his life's greatest failure, and wondered if Layla instilled the obsession with Nem in order to keep her close.
Kesi is a volatile creature, both past and present. Being the cause of her own suffering is a fate I'll never allow for her again.
But, it was clear to Nem that his sister was no longer the fragile creature she'd been as a child. Now, she'd grown confident and bloodthirsty, clearly excited by the idea of causing Somgi's death. The expectation of this response why he'd come to her ahead of anyone else. She wanted to please her brother, she wanted vengeance on her 'father', and the young woman seemed to hold a childish glee in her every bit of explanation. She sought to mix venom with an herb to create a more potent tincture, something that could take Somgi to the afterlife all the more quickly.
The description of what would happen to him was perfect, the idea of his father suffering greatly didn't impact his decision one way or the other. In the years that Amenemhat grew into manhood, notions of hatred and anger were proven to be weaknesses expressed through the most volatile of emotions. Powerful self-control made powerful men, and Amenemhat's ambitions for his circus and his life... Well he didn't intend to be a man living in the shadow of a fool. He didn't intend to be a ringmaster who was ruled by his greed rather than ruling because of it.
Then, she began to beg him with giggles and glee escaping her lips. Joy was an asset, and feeding into it while also achieving his ends was everything to him. Keeping Kesi under his control, feeding into the ingrained need to please him.
"Use whatever means you wish so long as his blood doesn't stain my carpets. It's expensive to replace them and the cleaning would be an awkward service to ask of anyone. Unless you want to scrub them?" he teased the girl. There was no helping it. His sister seemed to get under his facade and he was more indulgent to her wishes than he'd be to anyone else in her position. Then, he nodded as she recognized the truth of his explanations. He was always right, and if he wasn't, then there was little cause for him to admit it to anyone. Unless that admission served his purpose. In which case, he was right in admitting it.
Nem did not believe in justice in the slightest. The moral platitudes that were spewed off by those in power were means by which to suppress the innate desires of humanity. Amenemhat considered the victor to be justified, and the loser to be nothing but the memory afterwards. It was the rule of the world. The strong survive. A lesson, ironically, that his father had taught him.
Arrogant fool, standing on the shoulders of a giant and believing himself tall.
"The circus will support my ascension. It is my right, my inheritance. And more than that, they are puppets that will follow the strings that I maneuver. Worry not, Kesi. When all is done, so long as you follow my instructions, I will stand at the precipice of destiny.
“Keep his death bloodless and discrete. There are to be no witnesses, and you are to leave his body in a position that he is discovered shortly after he has died. Everyone needs to know he is dead before we dispose of him."
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Poisons were as fascinating as they were useful. Amenemhat had learned much of the way the world worked in his time away from Alexandria, and was pleased that the young Kesi had taken initiative to learn a craft. It was the very fact that snakes were venomous creatures that encouraged Nem to push his sister into the art of snake charming, and it seemed to have given her a purpose. And yet, that purpose was ignored. Kesi was relegated to a role as an errand girl, a messenger, pest control. Her talents being wasted was the epitome of Somgi's inability to lead the circus.
Of course, Nem didn't treat her with blatant favouritism. The enactment of overt nepotism would cause a stir within the circus, and so, he kept her close but not so close as to draw attention to it specifically. Kesi was a resource, just as any other, but one that more than any other within the circus, was his and not his father. Mother was, of course, the cause of this obsession, this need within Kesi to remain close to him. He wondered, if perhaps, it was an echo of forgotten memory. Amenemhat considered his failure to protect the true Kesi his life's greatest failure, and wondered if Layla instilled the obsession with Nem in order to keep her close.
Kesi is a volatile creature, both past and present. Being the cause of her own suffering is a fate I'll never allow for her again.
But, it was clear to Nem that his sister was no longer the fragile creature she'd been as a child. Now, she'd grown confident and bloodthirsty, clearly excited by the idea of causing Somgi's death. The expectation of this response why he'd come to her ahead of anyone else. She wanted to please her brother, she wanted vengeance on her 'father', and the young woman seemed to hold a childish glee in her every bit of explanation. She sought to mix venom with an herb to create a more potent tincture, something that could take Somgi to the afterlife all the more quickly.
The description of what would happen to him was perfect, the idea of his father suffering greatly didn't impact his decision one way or the other. In the years that Amenemhat grew into manhood, notions of hatred and anger were proven to be weaknesses expressed through the most volatile of emotions. Powerful self-control made powerful men, and Amenemhat's ambitions for his circus and his life... Well he didn't intend to be a man living in the shadow of a fool. He didn't intend to be a ringmaster who was ruled by his greed rather than ruling because of it.
Then, she began to beg him with giggles and glee escaping her lips. Joy was an asset, and feeding into it while also achieving his ends was everything to him. Keeping Kesi under his control, feeding into the ingrained need to please him.
"Use whatever means you wish so long as his blood doesn't stain my carpets. It's expensive to replace them and the cleaning would be an awkward service to ask of anyone. Unless you want to scrub them?" he teased the girl. There was no helping it. His sister seemed to get under his facade and he was more indulgent to her wishes than he'd be to anyone else in her position. Then, he nodded as she recognized the truth of his explanations. He was always right, and if he wasn't, then there was little cause for him to admit it to anyone. Unless that admission served his purpose. In which case, he was right in admitting it.
Nem did not believe in justice in the slightest. The moral platitudes that were spewed off by those in power were means by which to suppress the innate desires of humanity. Amenemhat considered the victor to be justified, and the loser to be nothing but the memory afterwards. It was the rule of the world. The strong survive. A lesson, ironically, that his father had taught him.
Arrogant fool, standing on the shoulders of a giant and believing himself tall.
"The circus will support my ascension. It is my right, my inheritance. And more than that, they are puppets that will follow the strings that I maneuver. Worry not, Kesi. When all is done, so long as you follow my instructions, I will stand at the precipice of destiny.
“Keep his death bloodless and discrete. There are to be no witnesses, and you are to leave his body in a position that he is discovered shortly after he has died. Everyone needs to know he is dead before we dispose of him."
Poisons were as fascinating as they were useful. Amenemhat had learned much of the way the world worked in his time away from Alexandria, and was pleased that the young Kesi had taken initiative to learn a craft. It was the very fact that snakes were venomous creatures that encouraged Nem to push his sister into the art of snake charming, and it seemed to have given her a purpose. And yet, that purpose was ignored. Kesi was relegated to a role as an errand girl, a messenger, pest control. Her talents being wasted was the epitome of Somgi's inability to lead the circus.
Of course, Nem didn't treat her with blatant favouritism. The enactment of overt nepotism would cause a stir within the circus, and so, he kept her close but not so close as to draw attention to it specifically. Kesi was a resource, just as any other, but one that more than any other within the circus, was his and not his father. Mother was, of course, the cause of this obsession, this need within Kesi to remain close to him. He wondered, if perhaps, it was an echo of forgotten memory. Amenemhat considered his failure to protect the true Kesi his life's greatest failure, and wondered if Layla instilled the obsession with Nem in order to keep her close.
Kesi is a volatile creature, both past and present. Being the cause of her own suffering is a fate I'll never allow for her again.
But, it was clear to Nem that his sister was no longer the fragile creature she'd been as a child. Now, she'd grown confident and bloodthirsty, clearly excited by the idea of causing Somgi's death. The expectation of this response why he'd come to her ahead of anyone else. She wanted to please her brother, she wanted vengeance on her 'father', and the young woman seemed to hold a childish glee in her every bit of explanation. She sought to mix venom with an herb to create a more potent tincture, something that could take Somgi to the afterlife all the more quickly.
The description of what would happen to him was perfect, the idea of his father suffering greatly didn't impact his decision one way or the other. In the years that Amenemhat grew into manhood, notions of hatred and anger were proven to be weaknesses expressed through the most volatile of emotions. Powerful self-control made powerful men, and Amenemhat's ambitions for his circus and his life... Well he didn't intend to be a man living in the shadow of a fool. He didn't intend to be a ringmaster who was ruled by his greed rather than ruling because of it.
Then, she began to beg him with giggles and glee escaping her lips. Joy was an asset, and feeding into it while also achieving his ends was everything to him. Keeping Kesi under his control, feeding into the ingrained need to please him.
"Use whatever means you wish so long as his blood doesn't stain my carpets. It's expensive to replace them and the cleaning would be an awkward service to ask of anyone. Unless you want to scrub them?" he teased the girl. There was no helping it. His sister seemed to get under his facade and he was more indulgent to her wishes than he'd be to anyone else in her position. Then, he nodded as she recognized the truth of his explanations. He was always right, and if he wasn't, then there was little cause for him to admit it to anyone. Unless that admission served his purpose. In which case, he was right in admitting it.
Nem did not believe in justice in the slightest. The moral platitudes that were spewed off by those in power were means by which to suppress the innate desires of humanity. Amenemhat considered the victor to be justified, and the loser to be nothing but the memory afterwards. It was the rule of the world. The strong survive. A lesson, ironically, that his father had taught him.
Arrogant fool, standing on the shoulders of a giant and believing himself tall.
"The circus will support my ascension. It is my right, my inheritance. And more than that, they are puppets that will follow the strings that I maneuver. Worry not, Kesi. When all is done, so long as you follow my instructions, I will stand at the precipice of destiny.
“Keep his death bloodless and discrete. There are to be no witnesses, and you are to leave his body in a position that he is discovered shortly after he has died. Everyone needs to know he is dead before we dispose of him."
What Kesi wanted for him was a bloody, painful death. Long, drawn-out, him crying for the mercy for the gods that he would never receive. But suffocating due to snake venom and Belladonna was a good second. It shouldn’t be difficult enough, though finding Belladonna might be a little tricky. The plant was not native to Egypt and she had none on hand at the moment, having used that very same plant recently to create eye drops meant to dilate the eyes to make them look more seductive for the whores to use. The berries would have to be procured, and then she would have to experiment using the snake’s venom to find the right balance. This had to be quick, but the man had to suffer.
Kesi wanted him to feel the full effects of Belladonna before suffocating as his body shut down. She wanted him to hallucinate. She wanted his speech to slur. She wanted him to feel his body slowly lock up. She needed this all to happen, and for the last thing he sees to be her before he collapses in a pool of his own drool.
Kesi did have many things to plan and replan. His body was to be discovered, but it had to appear as if no foul play was involved. Kesi could potentially mix the venom and the just from the berries in a tea and serve it to Somgi. Then she could rid of the cup, but would his blue face give away his terrible fate? Perhaps she could leave a consumed fruit, make it appear as if he choked. No one would think to check his throat. The plan had to be flawless. Kesi could not be the reason Nem did not rise, and she also had to continue to be around so that she could serve him.
Kesi played with her braid, twisting and turning it in her grip. “I would need a month.” She finally said. “The snake needs to be calmed and I would need to extract enough venom from him. Then, of course, I need to get Belladonna. My friend should be able to help with that.” Should Kreios be around, Kesi had full intention to ask for his help perfecting this concoction. There was still much to learn from the Greek, and while she trusted her skills for this she would need it to be perfect. Of course she wouldn’t tell him of it’s intended use, nor would he likely ask. If he did, she would lie. “This would have to be done in Alexandria. If my friend isn’t there I could get it from another Greek merchant, but I would rather go to someone I trust.”
There were to be no mistakes. She would not fail Nem in this. And… and this would be fun. Kesi’s face was set and serious for once, picking apart all of her thoughts before she dared voice them. She could not miss anything, but all the same, she had to prove she could follow her brother’s orders without the need to hold her hand. But there was still so much to be considered.
“What of mom?” Kesi’s eyes suddenly flashed back to her brother. “I don’t want her to get mixed up in this, brother. Will she know? Will she be distracted?” Would she approve? That much didn’t matter to Kesi. She loved her mother dearly and always will, but her approval was not what Kesi sought after if she already had Amenemhat. Although it would be nice if both liked the plan, only Nem was necessary. “I’m sure you’ve considered this it’s just… I worry about her too.”
She believed Nem when he said everything would be fine after. Of course, the circus would support him especially when the alternative proved himself to be an idiot. But while the plan being enacted everything had to be perfect, which sounded to Kesi to be largely on her preparation. The one variable she would not be able to control was Layla, nor would Kesi ever dream of controlling her mother.
Kesi stopped fidgeting with her braid and sighed. Leaning against her brother’s side, she put her head on his shoulder. “Then everything will be better right? It’ll be just me, you, mom, and the circus. You’ll be happy?”
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What Kesi wanted for him was a bloody, painful death. Long, drawn-out, him crying for the mercy for the gods that he would never receive. But suffocating due to snake venom and Belladonna was a good second. It shouldn’t be difficult enough, though finding Belladonna might be a little tricky. The plant was not native to Egypt and she had none on hand at the moment, having used that very same plant recently to create eye drops meant to dilate the eyes to make them look more seductive for the whores to use. The berries would have to be procured, and then she would have to experiment using the snake’s venom to find the right balance. This had to be quick, but the man had to suffer.
Kesi wanted him to feel the full effects of Belladonna before suffocating as his body shut down. She wanted him to hallucinate. She wanted his speech to slur. She wanted him to feel his body slowly lock up. She needed this all to happen, and for the last thing he sees to be her before he collapses in a pool of his own drool.
Kesi did have many things to plan and replan. His body was to be discovered, but it had to appear as if no foul play was involved. Kesi could potentially mix the venom and the just from the berries in a tea and serve it to Somgi. Then she could rid of the cup, but would his blue face give away his terrible fate? Perhaps she could leave a consumed fruit, make it appear as if he choked. No one would think to check his throat. The plan had to be flawless. Kesi could not be the reason Nem did not rise, and she also had to continue to be around so that she could serve him.
Kesi played with her braid, twisting and turning it in her grip. “I would need a month.” She finally said. “The snake needs to be calmed and I would need to extract enough venom from him. Then, of course, I need to get Belladonna. My friend should be able to help with that.” Should Kreios be around, Kesi had full intention to ask for his help perfecting this concoction. There was still much to learn from the Greek, and while she trusted her skills for this she would need it to be perfect. Of course she wouldn’t tell him of it’s intended use, nor would he likely ask. If he did, she would lie. “This would have to be done in Alexandria. If my friend isn’t there I could get it from another Greek merchant, but I would rather go to someone I trust.”
There were to be no mistakes. She would not fail Nem in this. And… and this would be fun. Kesi’s face was set and serious for once, picking apart all of her thoughts before she dared voice them. She could not miss anything, but all the same, she had to prove she could follow her brother’s orders without the need to hold her hand. But there was still so much to be considered.
“What of mom?” Kesi’s eyes suddenly flashed back to her brother. “I don’t want her to get mixed up in this, brother. Will she know? Will she be distracted?” Would she approve? That much didn’t matter to Kesi. She loved her mother dearly and always will, but her approval was not what Kesi sought after if she already had Amenemhat. Although it would be nice if both liked the plan, only Nem was necessary. “I’m sure you’ve considered this it’s just… I worry about her too.”
She believed Nem when he said everything would be fine after. Of course, the circus would support him especially when the alternative proved himself to be an idiot. But while the plan being enacted everything had to be perfect, which sounded to Kesi to be largely on her preparation. The one variable she would not be able to control was Layla, nor would Kesi ever dream of controlling her mother.
Kesi stopped fidgeting with her braid and sighed. Leaning against her brother’s side, she put her head on his shoulder. “Then everything will be better right? It’ll be just me, you, mom, and the circus. You’ll be happy?”
What Kesi wanted for him was a bloody, painful death. Long, drawn-out, him crying for the mercy for the gods that he would never receive. But suffocating due to snake venom and Belladonna was a good second. It shouldn’t be difficult enough, though finding Belladonna might be a little tricky. The plant was not native to Egypt and she had none on hand at the moment, having used that very same plant recently to create eye drops meant to dilate the eyes to make them look more seductive for the whores to use. The berries would have to be procured, and then she would have to experiment using the snake’s venom to find the right balance. This had to be quick, but the man had to suffer.
Kesi wanted him to feel the full effects of Belladonna before suffocating as his body shut down. She wanted him to hallucinate. She wanted his speech to slur. She wanted him to feel his body slowly lock up. She needed this all to happen, and for the last thing he sees to be her before he collapses in a pool of his own drool.
Kesi did have many things to plan and replan. His body was to be discovered, but it had to appear as if no foul play was involved. Kesi could potentially mix the venom and the just from the berries in a tea and serve it to Somgi. Then she could rid of the cup, but would his blue face give away his terrible fate? Perhaps she could leave a consumed fruit, make it appear as if he choked. No one would think to check his throat. The plan had to be flawless. Kesi could not be the reason Nem did not rise, and she also had to continue to be around so that she could serve him.
Kesi played with her braid, twisting and turning it in her grip. “I would need a month.” She finally said. “The snake needs to be calmed and I would need to extract enough venom from him. Then, of course, I need to get Belladonna. My friend should be able to help with that.” Should Kreios be around, Kesi had full intention to ask for his help perfecting this concoction. There was still much to learn from the Greek, and while she trusted her skills for this she would need it to be perfect. Of course she wouldn’t tell him of it’s intended use, nor would he likely ask. If he did, she would lie. “This would have to be done in Alexandria. If my friend isn’t there I could get it from another Greek merchant, but I would rather go to someone I trust.”
There were to be no mistakes. She would not fail Nem in this. And… and this would be fun. Kesi’s face was set and serious for once, picking apart all of her thoughts before she dared voice them. She could not miss anything, but all the same, she had to prove she could follow her brother’s orders without the need to hold her hand. But there was still so much to be considered.
“What of mom?” Kesi’s eyes suddenly flashed back to her brother. “I don’t want her to get mixed up in this, brother. Will she know? Will she be distracted?” Would she approve? That much didn’t matter to Kesi. She loved her mother dearly and always will, but her approval was not what Kesi sought after if she already had Amenemhat. Although it would be nice if both liked the plan, only Nem was necessary. “I’m sure you’ve considered this it’s just… I worry about her too.”
She believed Nem when he said everything would be fine after. Of course, the circus would support him especially when the alternative proved himself to be an idiot. But while the plan being enacted everything had to be perfect, which sounded to Kesi to be largely on her preparation. The one variable she would not be able to control was Layla, nor would Kesi ever dream of controlling her mother.
Kesi stopped fidgeting with her braid and sighed. Leaning against her brother’s side, she put her head on his shoulder. “Then everything will be better right? It’ll be just me, you, mom, and the circus. You’ll be happy?”
Nem's expectations were law.
Somgi was, to his taste, too indecisive in his demands. He was content to see the money roll into his coffers and allowed the circus to 'regulate' itself. What he did rather than enforce his will upon the performers was exact his frustrations upon his family. It was an outlet that was an utter waste of time, not to mention the strife and pain it caused those in it. Layla seemed utterly disconnected from any love she held for her husband and threw herself into the rearing of her children. While Amenemhat loved his mother and treasured his sister, their suffering was disconnected from his desire to see the end of his father.
One cannot let one's emotions stand in the way of greatness. Somgi of Cairo dies not as an act of vengeance, but to facilitate my rise.
He convinced himself of the fact of this, but the grin set upon his lips told a different story. Perhaps he was right in his convictions. It made sense from every perspective to bring about the end of a canker upon the otherwise flawless face of the circus he loved so dearly. Nonetheless, the tasks that needed to be done and the personal desires he buried beneath the mask of logic happened to match.
And he reveled in every moment of it.
As he watched the shift upon Kesi's expression, as she moved from reverie, to begging him to do this, to the considerations for the circus and then the inquiry into the concern for their mother... Nem saw in his sister some amount of growth, a development that he might've missed in the years they'd spent reunited. There was an inkling of pride in the young woman for her ability to see what was and question it. More so than anyone else in the circus, Layla and Kesi were allowed to show their doubts. He valued their counsel, but in all of this there was nothing to contest. There was no need to answer her meanderings about the specifics of her acquiring the Belladona. It went without saying that he'd facilitate the proper circumstances for it all to go smoothly.
Fortunately, they were on the tale end of their tour and headed back to Alexandria. The times didn't exactly line up, but Nem could insist on a respite in between their travel to make up for the difference.
"There is nothing to be mixed up in, sister. Mother will go on as she always has, and we will bury the truth in the current of the Nile."
It was so easy for him to explain it away. Nem, not one to ordinarily believe in the fortuitous satisfaction of dramatic irony, wanted to throw his father into the same river that had robbed the true Kesi of her life. It was a satisfying conclusion to the circus' past and the means to opening them up to a future of prosperity. The river that gave life to Egypt would facilitate the rebirth of the nation's once-great circus.
Once Kesi seemed satisfied, she leaned against him, pressing her head into his shoulder. The quiet of it all, the silence that momentarily drew between them... it could even be seen as nice. Then, she posed her question, and the chuckle escaped his lips. Amenemhat turned his head towards Kesi, an arm rising to wrap about her shoulders. He drew her in, pressing his lips to the top of her head before he answered her,
"Everything will be as it should."
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Nem's expectations were law.
Somgi was, to his taste, too indecisive in his demands. He was content to see the money roll into his coffers and allowed the circus to 'regulate' itself. What he did rather than enforce his will upon the performers was exact his frustrations upon his family. It was an outlet that was an utter waste of time, not to mention the strife and pain it caused those in it. Layla seemed utterly disconnected from any love she held for her husband and threw herself into the rearing of her children. While Amenemhat loved his mother and treasured his sister, their suffering was disconnected from his desire to see the end of his father.
One cannot let one's emotions stand in the way of greatness. Somgi of Cairo dies not as an act of vengeance, but to facilitate my rise.
He convinced himself of the fact of this, but the grin set upon his lips told a different story. Perhaps he was right in his convictions. It made sense from every perspective to bring about the end of a canker upon the otherwise flawless face of the circus he loved so dearly. Nonetheless, the tasks that needed to be done and the personal desires he buried beneath the mask of logic happened to match.
And he reveled in every moment of it.
As he watched the shift upon Kesi's expression, as she moved from reverie, to begging him to do this, to the considerations for the circus and then the inquiry into the concern for their mother... Nem saw in his sister some amount of growth, a development that he might've missed in the years they'd spent reunited. There was an inkling of pride in the young woman for her ability to see what was and question it. More so than anyone else in the circus, Layla and Kesi were allowed to show their doubts. He valued their counsel, but in all of this there was nothing to contest. There was no need to answer her meanderings about the specifics of her acquiring the Belladona. It went without saying that he'd facilitate the proper circumstances for it all to go smoothly.
Fortunately, they were on the tale end of their tour and headed back to Alexandria. The times didn't exactly line up, but Nem could insist on a respite in between their travel to make up for the difference.
"There is nothing to be mixed up in, sister. Mother will go on as she always has, and we will bury the truth in the current of the Nile."
It was so easy for him to explain it away. Nem, not one to ordinarily believe in the fortuitous satisfaction of dramatic irony, wanted to throw his father into the same river that had robbed the true Kesi of her life. It was a satisfying conclusion to the circus' past and the means to opening them up to a future of prosperity. The river that gave life to Egypt would facilitate the rebirth of the nation's once-great circus.
Once Kesi seemed satisfied, she leaned against him, pressing her head into his shoulder. The quiet of it all, the silence that momentarily drew between them... it could even be seen as nice. Then, she posed her question, and the chuckle escaped his lips. Amenemhat turned his head towards Kesi, an arm rising to wrap about her shoulders. He drew her in, pressing his lips to the top of her head before he answered her,
"Everything will be as it should."
Nem's expectations were law.
Somgi was, to his taste, too indecisive in his demands. He was content to see the money roll into his coffers and allowed the circus to 'regulate' itself. What he did rather than enforce his will upon the performers was exact his frustrations upon his family. It was an outlet that was an utter waste of time, not to mention the strife and pain it caused those in it. Layla seemed utterly disconnected from any love she held for her husband and threw herself into the rearing of her children. While Amenemhat loved his mother and treasured his sister, their suffering was disconnected from his desire to see the end of his father.
One cannot let one's emotions stand in the way of greatness. Somgi of Cairo dies not as an act of vengeance, but to facilitate my rise.
He convinced himself of the fact of this, but the grin set upon his lips told a different story. Perhaps he was right in his convictions. It made sense from every perspective to bring about the end of a canker upon the otherwise flawless face of the circus he loved so dearly. Nonetheless, the tasks that needed to be done and the personal desires he buried beneath the mask of logic happened to match.
And he reveled in every moment of it.
As he watched the shift upon Kesi's expression, as she moved from reverie, to begging him to do this, to the considerations for the circus and then the inquiry into the concern for their mother... Nem saw in his sister some amount of growth, a development that he might've missed in the years they'd spent reunited. There was an inkling of pride in the young woman for her ability to see what was and question it. More so than anyone else in the circus, Layla and Kesi were allowed to show their doubts. He valued their counsel, but in all of this there was nothing to contest. There was no need to answer her meanderings about the specifics of her acquiring the Belladona. It went without saying that he'd facilitate the proper circumstances for it all to go smoothly.
Fortunately, they were on the tale end of their tour and headed back to Alexandria. The times didn't exactly line up, but Nem could insist on a respite in between their travel to make up for the difference.
"There is nothing to be mixed up in, sister. Mother will go on as she always has, and we will bury the truth in the current of the Nile."
It was so easy for him to explain it away. Nem, not one to ordinarily believe in the fortuitous satisfaction of dramatic irony, wanted to throw his father into the same river that had robbed the true Kesi of her life. It was a satisfying conclusion to the circus' past and the means to opening them up to a future of prosperity. The river that gave life to Egypt would facilitate the rebirth of the nation's once-great circus.
Once Kesi seemed satisfied, she leaned against him, pressing her head into his shoulder. The quiet of it all, the silence that momentarily drew between them... it could even be seen as nice. Then, she posed her question, and the chuckle escaped his lips. Amenemhat turned his head towards Kesi, an arm rising to wrap about her shoulders. He drew her in, pressing his lips to the top of her head before he answered her,