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It was not often Kesi got dressed up. She wasn’t a very material girl. She did not find a need for fancy makeup or clothes or jewelry. She would typically save the money she earned and if she did spend it, she would spend it buying Nem a gift. But today was different. Today was… special.
Today was about Kesi, not Nem.
Kesi had previously gone shopping. Kesi wore dark, netted clothing that hugged her body tightly. It wrapped around her breast, with a sheer cloth between the ropes so that it draped over her breasts, still visible, but darkened. Her tattoos went nicely with the nets, twisting and turning just as they did. A silver belt hung delicately at her waist, tightening the clothing even more so that it showed all of her curves. It had fastened to a silver plate that hung covering her sex from the world. Brown beaded necklaces adorned her neck and draped up her arm, far more than she would wear typically.
It was not only clothes she bought, but makeup too. She had bought kohl and malachite powder to carefully paint on her eyes with a steady hand. Red ochre tinted her lips, leaving them plump and luscious. All of this was something that Kesi was certainly capable of doing. People may say she acted like a child, but she was, in fact, a woman. But Kesi rarely found a reason to dress in such a way… until today.
Today was about Kesi… and Shakir.
Shakir had joined the circus a few months prior. He had started working under Kesi and developed his skills quickly as a snake charmer. At first, Kesi was apprehensive. She did not like anyone in her snake tent, not even Nem. But Shakir was different. Kesi did not worry about her snakes when he was in the tent. She knew they would not bite him, nor would he injure her snakes. He did not disrupt the calm that came over Kesi as she worked in the tent. In honesty, he was the one person who came closest to understanding her… at least as far as snake charming went. They did not even need to discuss anymore on how to properly train a snake, or when they wished to extract its venom. Even in the creation of new performances did they seem to be one in thinking. There was never anyone who could truly understand the way Kesi’s mind worked, not even Kesi but… Shakir came surprisingly close.
Kesi loved Nem. She always will love Nem. She would serve him until her dying breath. But Shakir… was different from Nem. Shakir was a friend. He was healthy. He had a way to make Kesi giggle, even when she was cranky. He knew when to back off Kesi and give her space. He was a really good person to be around and allowed Kesi to just… not think about anything else for a while.
Despite this, she was still shocked when he had asked if she would like to spend time with him… outside of the circus. At first, Kesi didn’t understand what he meant. But then… it clicked. He was asking Kesi out on a date. Kesi had never once been asked out before. And never did she think about asking anyone else out. She had eyes for Nem.
Imagine her surprise when she found herself saying yes.
Several times she thought of backing out. Was this betraying her brother? She almost went to his tent every night before the date to tell him nevermind. But… she forced herself to stop. How could it be betrayal? She was still Nem’s sister, and she would still do anything he desired. But perhaps… she could be shared? She would listen to Nem, but once she was done serving her brother she could have a friend to be with. That was, okay right?
This was… this was normal.
Normal was also something that Kesi found odd. She lived in a circus where the abnormal was common and normal was undesired. But… Kesi did desire this. She desired a man that would make her smile. She desired a man that would cherish her.
She desired a man that would love her.
So Kesi didn’t cancel. She bought the clothes, the makeup, the jewelry and she got ready for her date. She ignored the bubbling nerves in her stomach as she stepped away from her tent. Did she have everything? Her hair was made, makeup done, jewelry, even shoes that Kesi typically hated to wear. She… was ready. It was now or never.
“Okay, Kesi. You can do this.” She said to herself as she walked across the circus, She passed the various tents and then… she saw Shakir. He was a bit away. Kesi bit her bottom lip nervously, but her lips twisted into a small smile and she did a shy wave. He didn’t seem to notice her, though. He was… cute as he waited for her… which was an odd thought coming from her. This was not Kesi. She was… girlish. But she couldn’t help but be giddy. This was her first ever date!
Oh, shoot… there was one thing she had forgotten. Money. Her coin purse was empty from all of her new purchases. Kesi’s dark eyes swept the circus. Luckily, her brother was just outside of his tent. Before walking to Shakir, she made the decision to pick up some coins first. She didn’t know if it would be necessary, but she’d rather be safe than sorry. “Nem!” Kesi ran up to her brother, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I was hoping you could give me some of my money again, please.”
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It was not often Kesi got dressed up. She wasn’t a very material girl. She did not find a need for fancy makeup or clothes or jewelry. She would typically save the money she earned and if she did spend it, she would spend it buying Nem a gift. But today was different. Today was… special.
Today was about Kesi, not Nem.
Kesi had previously gone shopping. Kesi wore dark, netted clothing that hugged her body tightly. It wrapped around her breast, with a sheer cloth between the ropes so that it draped over her breasts, still visible, but darkened. Her tattoos went nicely with the nets, twisting and turning just as they did. A silver belt hung delicately at her waist, tightening the clothing even more so that it showed all of her curves. It had fastened to a silver plate that hung covering her sex from the world. Brown beaded necklaces adorned her neck and draped up her arm, far more than she would wear typically.
It was not only clothes she bought, but makeup too. She had bought kohl and malachite powder to carefully paint on her eyes with a steady hand. Red ochre tinted her lips, leaving them plump and luscious. All of this was something that Kesi was certainly capable of doing. People may say she acted like a child, but she was, in fact, a woman. But Kesi rarely found a reason to dress in such a way… until today.
Today was about Kesi… and Shakir.
Shakir had joined the circus a few months prior. He had started working under Kesi and developed his skills quickly as a snake charmer. At first, Kesi was apprehensive. She did not like anyone in her snake tent, not even Nem. But Shakir was different. Kesi did not worry about her snakes when he was in the tent. She knew they would not bite him, nor would he injure her snakes. He did not disrupt the calm that came over Kesi as she worked in the tent. In honesty, he was the one person who came closest to understanding her… at least as far as snake charming went. They did not even need to discuss anymore on how to properly train a snake, or when they wished to extract its venom. Even in the creation of new performances did they seem to be one in thinking. There was never anyone who could truly understand the way Kesi’s mind worked, not even Kesi but… Shakir came surprisingly close.
Kesi loved Nem. She always will love Nem. She would serve him until her dying breath. But Shakir… was different from Nem. Shakir was a friend. He was healthy. He had a way to make Kesi giggle, even when she was cranky. He knew when to back off Kesi and give her space. He was a really good person to be around and allowed Kesi to just… not think about anything else for a while.
Despite this, she was still shocked when he had asked if she would like to spend time with him… outside of the circus. At first, Kesi didn’t understand what he meant. But then… it clicked. He was asking Kesi out on a date. Kesi had never once been asked out before. And never did she think about asking anyone else out. She had eyes for Nem.
Imagine her surprise when she found herself saying yes.
Several times she thought of backing out. Was this betraying her brother? She almost went to his tent every night before the date to tell him nevermind. But… she forced herself to stop. How could it be betrayal? She was still Nem’s sister, and she would still do anything he desired. But perhaps… she could be shared? She would listen to Nem, but once she was done serving her brother she could have a friend to be with. That was, okay right?
This was… this was normal.
Normal was also something that Kesi found odd. She lived in a circus where the abnormal was common and normal was undesired. But… Kesi did desire this. She desired a man that would make her smile. She desired a man that would cherish her.
She desired a man that would love her.
So Kesi didn’t cancel. She bought the clothes, the makeup, the jewelry and she got ready for her date. She ignored the bubbling nerves in her stomach as she stepped away from her tent. Did she have everything? Her hair was made, makeup done, jewelry, even shoes that Kesi typically hated to wear. She… was ready. It was now or never.
“Okay, Kesi. You can do this.” She said to herself as she walked across the circus, She passed the various tents and then… she saw Shakir. He was a bit away. Kesi bit her bottom lip nervously, but her lips twisted into a small smile and she did a shy wave. He didn’t seem to notice her, though. He was… cute as he waited for her… which was an odd thought coming from her. This was not Kesi. She was… girlish. But she couldn’t help but be giddy. This was her first ever date!
Oh, shoot… there was one thing she had forgotten. Money. Her coin purse was empty from all of her new purchases. Kesi’s dark eyes swept the circus. Luckily, her brother was just outside of his tent. Before walking to Shakir, she made the decision to pick up some coins first. She didn’t know if it would be necessary, but she’d rather be safe than sorry. “Nem!” Kesi ran up to her brother, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I was hoping you could give me some of my money again, please.”
It was not often Kesi got dressed up. She wasn’t a very material girl. She did not find a need for fancy makeup or clothes or jewelry. She would typically save the money she earned and if she did spend it, she would spend it buying Nem a gift. But today was different. Today was… special.
Today was about Kesi, not Nem.
Kesi had previously gone shopping. Kesi wore dark, netted clothing that hugged her body tightly. It wrapped around her breast, with a sheer cloth between the ropes so that it draped over her breasts, still visible, but darkened. Her tattoos went nicely with the nets, twisting and turning just as they did. A silver belt hung delicately at her waist, tightening the clothing even more so that it showed all of her curves. It had fastened to a silver plate that hung covering her sex from the world. Brown beaded necklaces adorned her neck and draped up her arm, far more than she would wear typically.
It was not only clothes she bought, but makeup too. She had bought kohl and malachite powder to carefully paint on her eyes with a steady hand. Red ochre tinted her lips, leaving them plump and luscious. All of this was something that Kesi was certainly capable of doing. People may say she acted like a child, but she was, in fact, a woman. But Kesi rarely found a reason to dress in such a way… until today.
Today was about Kesi… and Shakir.
Shakir had joined the circus a few months prior. He had started working under Kesi and developed his skills quickly as a snake charmer. At first, Kesi was apprehensive. She did not like anyone in her snake tent, not even Nem. But Shakir was different. Kesi did not worry about her snakes when he was in the tent. She knew they would not bite him, nor would he injure her snakes. He did not disrupt the calm that came over Kesi as she worked in the tent. In honesty, he was the one person who came closest to understanding her… at least as far as snake charming went. They did not even need to discuss anymore on how to properly train a snake, or when they wished to extract its venom. Even in the creation of new performances did they seem to be one in thinking. There was never anyone who could truly understand the way Kesi’s mind worked, not even Kesi but… Shakir came surprisingly close.
Kesi loved Nem. She always will love Nem. She would serve him until her dying breath. But Shakir… was different from Nem. Shakir was a friend. He was healthy. He had a way to make Kesi giggle, even when she was cranky. He knew when to back off Kesi and give her space. He was a really good person to be around and allowed Kesi to just… not think about anything else for a while.
Despite this, she was still shocked when he had asked if she would like to spend time with him… outside of the circus. At first, Kesi didn’t understand what he meant. But then… it clicked. He was asking Kesi out on a date. Kesi had never once been asked out before. And never did she think about asking anyone else out. She had eyes for Nem.
Imagine her surprise when she found herself saying yes.
Several times she thought of backing out. Was this betraying her brother? She almost went to his tent every night before the date to tell him nevermind. But… she forced herself to stop. How could it be betrayal? She was still Nem’s sister, and she would still do anything he desired. But perhaps… she could be shared? She would listen to Nem, but once she was done serving her brother she could have a friend to be with. That was, okay right?
This was… this was normal.
Normal was also something that Kesi found odd. She lived in a circus where the abnormal was common and normal was undesired. But… Kesi did desire this. She desired a man that would make her smile. She desired a man that would cherish her.
She desired a man that would love her.
So Kesi didn’t cancel. She bought the clothes, the makeup, the jewelry and she got ready for her date. She ignored the bubbling nerves in her stomach as she stepped away from her tent. Did she have everything? Her hair was made, makeup done, jewelry, even shoes that Kesi typically hated to wear. She… was ready. It was now or never.
“Okay, Kesi. You can do this.” She said to herself as she walked across the circus, She passed the various tents and then… she saw Shakir. He was a bit away. Kesi bit her bottom lip nervously, but her lips twisted into a small smile and she did a shy wave. He didn’t seem to notice her, though. He was… cute as he waited for her… which was an odd thought coming from her. This was not Kesi. She was… girlish. But she couldn’t help but be giddy. This was her first ever date!
Oh, shoot… there was one thing she had forgotten. Money. Her coin purse was empty from all of her new purchases. Kesi’s dark eyes swept the circus. Luckily, her brother was just outside of his tent. Before walking to Shakir, she made the decision to pick up some coins first. She didn’t know if it would be necessary, but she’d rather be safe than sorry. “Nem!” Kesi ran up to her brother, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I was hoping you could give me some of my money again, please.”
Amenemhat wondered sometimes why the capitol of Egypt had changed from Thebes to Cairo. Every time the circus stopped in Thebes, the thought crossed his mind. The great temple to Ra resided here, as did that of Hathor, not to mention several of the saraayas of the great houses of Egypt. But, that might've been the cause of it, as well. To limit the power of certain houses by moving the capitol... it would be a nefarious cause if it were the reason. Just the way Amenemhat liked his motivations. But, it was past, and thoughts of the political map of Egypt were long brushed aside, for the Tempest of Set need not intrude so deeply in politics. With the right hands in the right pockets, they had what they needed to pursue everything they needed.
And today, that was the construction of the circus tent, and the fixing of the campgrounds so that all of the performers were comfortable in their stay. Always, he offered his performers the opportunity to lodge in the city, not out of his pocket, but out of theirs, and it was rarely taken. For the Tempest of Set was a tightly-knit family, with its amenities more than adequate for many of the poor souls that made the place their traveling home. Nem need not balk out orders, leaving the authority over his slaves to the great Bedoan, Hamidi.
The man made his rounds, leaving Amenemhat with precious little to do. The day preceding the performance series was always a quiet one, unless some number of simpering merchants came with the intention of suckling at the teat of the Tempest of Set's new surge of popularity. Of course there were those that'd follow the scent of coin and the flow of trade. But, Amenemhat was not yet focused on such things. The past few years was an exercise in restraint, something the ringmaster struggled with greatly, so free before taking over the circus to follow his whims.
But, ikt was worth it in the end. Everything he'd laid out for the circus to follow, all of the tricks of the trade that Somgi neglected. Amenemhat followed his grandfather's methods well, but added his own flair, particularly in the realm of performance. All was going well, and the night of quiet was something he'd take joy in before the hustle and bustle of the circus life took everything over from there. The desire to relax, however, was interrupted by the sound of Kesi shouting out to him. Nearby, there was a vaguely familiar sight. Some boy that worked with Kesi as a snake charmer, something he'd never quite expected from her, and the idea unsettled him. But, he let it go, publicly at least. Deep within, the unsettlement turned more and more towards ire. Already, he'd considered firing the boy and leaving him in Thebes, but Kesi seemed to appreciate the help.
Maybe too much...
Amenemhat was standing outside of his tent, letting a cursory gaze drift along as the slaves assembled tent after tent, the sight of the lower performers practising in unison for their ensemble acts that followed the main show. The show tent was nearly fully erect, pillars of wood stitched together waiting for the tarp to cover it all. The animals were being moved into the back of the structure. All was going well and the distraction of his sister's summon wouldn't do anything to cease the flow of everything. But, it was unexpected. He didn't start, but he did jerk his head, meeting the girl gaze first before...
His head dipped. Amenemhat dressed in fine fabrics, leaving his bronze shoulders bared as various styles of shendyt, embroidered and styled with gold and silver dipped threads. But, this day, he wore a simpler garment with little of the decoration, though by touch it would be seen as fine linens dyed again and again until they reached a regal, violet hue.
"Of cou-"
Kesi looked... different. While her face being painted in malachite, ochre and kohl were nothing new to him, seeing the cut and style of fabric that thinly veiled her breasts, to the silver plate that covered her sex and the elaborate nettings that covered her body. Amenemhat almost licked his lips at the sight of her, not so openly admiring the look of the girl as he motioned for her to pass through the open slit of his tent, where he kept his personal things. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other snake charmer.
"Come, we'll talk inside," he told her before he parted the slit and let it open for her. He'd follow her inside before he asked,
"It's none of my business, I'm sure, but where are you going?"
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Amenemhat wondered sometimes why the capitol of Egypt had changed from Thebes to Cairo. Every time the circus stopped in Thebes, the thought crossed his mind. The great temple to Ra resided here, as did that of Hathor, not to mention several of the saraayas of the great houses of Egypt. But, that might've been the cause of it, as well. To limit the power of certain houses by moving the capitol... it would be a nefarious cause if it were the reason. Just the way Amenemhat liked his motivations. But, it was past, and thoughts of the political map of Egypt were long brushed aside, for the Tempest of Set need not intrude so deeply in politics. With the right hands in the right pockets, they had what they needed to pursue everything they needed.
And today, that was the construction of the circus tent, and the fixing of the campgrounds so that all of the performers were comfortable in their stay. Always, he offered his performers the opportunity to lodge in the city, not out of his pocket, but out of theirs, and it was rarely taken. For the Tempest of Set was a tightly-knit family, with its amenities more than adequate for many of the poor souls that made the place their traveling home. Nem need not balk out orders, leaving the authority over his slaves to the great Bedoan, Hamidi.
The man made his rounds, leaving Amenemhat with precious little to do. The day preceding the performance series was always a quiet one, unless some number of simpering merchants came with the intention of suckling at the teat of the Tempest of Set's new surge of popularity. Of course there were those that'd follow the scent of coin and the flow of trade. But, Amenemhat was not yet focused on such things. The past few years was an exercise in restraint, something the ringmaster struggled with greatly, so free before taking over the circus to follow his whims.
But, ikt was worth it in the end. Everything he'd laid out for the circus to follow, all of the tricks of the trade that Somgi neglected. Amenemhat followed his grandfather's methods well, but added his own flair, particularly in the realm of performance. All was going well, and the night of quiet was something he'd take joy in before the hustle and bustle of the circus life took everything over from there. The desire to relax, however, was interrupted by the sound of Kesi shouting out to him. Nearby, there was a vaguely familiar sight. Some boy that worked with Kesi as a snake charmer, something he'd never quite expected from her, and the idea unsettled him. But, he let it go, publicly at least. Deep within, the unsettlement turned more and more towards ire. Already, he'd considered firing the boy and leaving him in Thebes, but Kesi seemed to appreciate the help.
Maybe too much...
Amenemhat was standing outside of his tent, letting a cursory gaze drift along as the slaves assembled tent after tent, the sight of the lower performers practising in unison for their ensemble acts that followed the main show. The show tent was nearly fully erect, pillars of wood stitched together waiting for the tarp to cover it all. The animals were being moved into the back of the structure. All was going well and the distraction of his sister's summon wouldn't do anything to cease the flow of everything. But, it was unexpected. He didn't start, but he did jerk his head, meeting the girl gaze first before...
His head dipped. Amenemhat dressed in fine fabrics, leaving his bronze shoulders bared as various styles of shendyt, embroidered and styled with gold and silver dipped threads. But, this day, he wore a simpler garment with little of the decoration, though by touch it would be seen as fine linens dyed again and again until they reached a regal, violet hue.
"Of cou-"
Kesi looked... different. While her face being painted in malachite, ochre and kohl were nothing new to him, seeing the cut and style of fabric that thinly veiled her breasts, to the silver plate that covered her sex and the elaborate nettings that covered her body. Amenemhat almost licked his lips at the sight of her, not so openly admiring the look of the girl as he motioned for her to pass through the open slit of his tent, where he kept his personal things. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other snake charmer.
"Come, we'll talk inside," he told her before he parted the slit and let it open for her. He'd follow her inside before he asked,
"It's none of my business, I'm sure, but where are you going?"
Amenemhat wondered sometimes why the capitol of Egypt had changed from Thebes to Cairo. Every time the circus stopped in Thebes, the thought crossed his mind. The great temple to Ra resided here, as did that of Hathor, not to mention several of the saraayas of the great houses of Egypt. But, that might've been the cause of it, as well. To limit the power of certain houses by moving the capitol... it would be a nefarious cause if it were the reason. Just the way Amenemhat liked his motivations. But, it was past, and thoughts of the political map of Egypt were long brushed aside, for the Tempest of Set need not intrude so deeply in politics. With the right hands in the right pockets, they had what they needed to pursue everything they needed.
And today, that was the construction of the circus tent, and the fixing of the campgrounds so that all of the performers were comfortable in their stay. Always, he offered his performers the opportunity to lodge in the city, not out of his pocket, but out of theirs, and it was rarely taken. For the Tempest of Set was a tightly-knit family, with its amenities more than adequate for many of the poor souls that made the place their traveling home. Nem need not balk out orders, leaving the authority over his slaves to the great Bedoan, Hamidi.
The man made his rounds, leaving Amenemhat with precious little to do. The day preceding the performance series was always a quiet one, unless some number of simpering merchants came with the intention of suckling at the teat of the Tempest of Set's new surge of popularity. Of course there were those that'd follow the scent of coin and the flow of trade. But, Amenemhat was not yet focused on such things. The past few years was an exercise in restraint, something the ringmaster struggled with greatly, so free before taking over the circus to follow his whims.
But, ikt was worth it in the end. Everything he'd laid out for the circus to follow, all of the tricks of the trade that Somgi neglected. Amenemhat followed his grandfather's methods well, but added his own flair, particularly in the realm of performance. All was going well, and the night of quiet was something he'd take joy in before the hustle and bustle of the circus life took everything over from there. The desire to relax, however, was interrupted by the sound of Kesi shouting out to him. Nearby, there was a vaguely familiar sight. Some boy that worked with Kesi as a snake charmer, something he'd never quite expected from her, and the idea unsettled him. But, he let it go, publicly at least. Deep within, the unsettlement turned more and more towards ire. Already, he'd considered firing the boy and leaving him in Thebes, but Kesi seemed to appreciate the help.
Maybe too much...
Amenemhat was standing outside of his tent, letting a cursory gaze drift along as the slaves assembled tent after tent, the sight of the lower performers practising in unison for their ensemble acts that followed the main show. The show tent was nearly fully erect, pillars of wood stitched together waiting for the tarp to cover it all. The animals were being moved into the back of the structure. All was going well and the distraction of his sister's summon wouldn't do anything to cease the flow of everything. But, it was unexpected. He didn't start, but he did jerk his head, meeting the girl gaze first before...
His head dipped. Amenemhat dressed in fine fabrics, leaving his bronze shoulders bared as various styles of shendyt, embroidered and styled with gold and silver dipped threads. But, this day, he wore a simpler garment with little of the decoration, though by touch it would be seen as fine linens dyed again and again until they reached a regal, violet hue.
"Of cou-"
Kesi looked... different. While her face being painted in malachite, ochre and kohl were nothing new to him, seeing the cut and style of fabric that thinly veiled her breasts, to the silver plate that covered her sex and the elaborate nettings that covered her body. Amenemhat almost licked his lips at the sight of her, not so openly admiring the look of the girl as he motioned for her to pass through the open slit of his tent, where he kept his personal things. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other snake charmer.
"Come, we'll talk inside," he told her before he parted the slit and let it open for her. He'd follow her inside before he asked,
"It's none of my business, I'm sure, but where are you going?"
Kesi was relieved that he seemed willing to give the money right away. She was afraid he would tell her she would have to wait, and Kesi didn’t have the time to wait. She would have just had to go without and promise to pay back Shakir if he requested that when they returned to the circus. That might have been awkward. What if he got upset about that? Would he? Kesi knew nothing about going on a date. She should have asked someone first…
Had Nem looked at her any different, Kesi wouldn’t have noticed. Her mind was on her date, and whether or not she was truly ready for it. Stepping into the tent she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. At least in the time that she was here, Shakir wouldn’t see her. Kesi wouldn’t have to worry about how she was holding herself, or if she looked good, or… anything. At least not in these few moments in the tent with her brother.
“Shakir didn’t tell me,” Kesi answered truthfully. She felt bad not being able to give her brother an answer. Even if he believed it was none of his business, Kesi didn’t mind. If he wanted to know anything she would answer immediately. But… this was something she didn’t know. “He said he knew I love surprises.”
That much was true. Surprises were the unknown. Surprises were chaotic. She didn’t like surprises if the surprise would harm her brother. Otherwise, if he was fine she loved them. Kesi was always ready for the unexpected. It’s what made life more fun…
Normally. She hadn’t told Shakir but Kesi was worried about this surprise. Already Kesi didn’t know what to expect from a date. How was she supposed to act? What was she supposed to say or do? Usually, it was so easy to talk to Shakir. He didn’t mind that she was often excitable or childish, and he understood just as much as she did about snakes. But this was different right? Kesi had to be… girlish.
Not only that but was what she was wearing appropriate? What if they weren’t going to the city? What if he was taking her to hunt snakes? Or what if he thought a fun time was… swimming or something. Where do people go together? Was she dressed right?
Kesi chewed her lip. It was uncharacteristic of her to be nervous about the unknown… but she was. But… if there was one person who could set her nerves right, it was Nem. He knew everything. It would be okay to ask her big brother, right? He always steered her the right way.
“Nem, can I ask you something?” Kesi picked at her clothing anxiously. “What do you do on dates? Do… do you think I’m dressed okay?” And what happens after a date? She saw the circus couples come back after having gone out together. Usually, they retired to the same tent. “Am I supposed to have… have...” sex with him? Kesi didn’t know what she felt about that. She hadn’t ever thought about that- not since her father… Well, was she ready? She wasn’t traumatized she thought… but did she want that? Maybe? It’s supposed to be fun right? Kesi loved fun.
But this topic made her uncomfortable. Nem had so many more important things to do. She was being silly. “Nevermind.” She said quickly. Nem had a circus to run. He had to make sure everything was being built right, that all the performers were ready for tomorrow, and that all the animal handlers had what they needed. He had a million other things. Kesi was being a distraction, and she wouldn’t have that. “Sorry,” she apologized just as fast. “I’m being silly. Can I have my money?”
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Kesi was relieved that he seemed willing to give the money right away. She was afraid he would tell her she would have to wait, and Kesi didn’t have the time to wait. She would have just had to go without and promise to pay back Shakir if he requested that when they returned to the circus. That might have been awkward. What if he got upset about that? Would he? Kesi knew nothing about going on a date. She should have asked someone first…
Had Nem looked at her any different, Kesi wouldn’t have noticed. Her mind was on her date, and whether or not she was truly ready for it. Stepping into the tent she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. At least in the time that she was here, Shakir wouldn’t see her. Kesi wouldn’t have to worry about how she was holding herself, or if she looked good, or… anything. At least not in these few moments in the tent with her brother.
“Shakir didn’t tell me,” Kesi answered truthfully. She felt bad not being able to give her brother an answer. Even if he believed it was none of his business, Kesi didn’t mind. If he wanted to know anything she would answer immediately. But… this was something she didn’t know. “He said he knew I love surprises.”
That much was true. Surprises were the unknown. Surprises were chaotic. She didn’t like surprises if the surprise would harm her brother. Otherwise, if he was fine she loved them. Kesi was always ready for the unexpected. It’s what made life more fun…
Normally. She hadn’t told Shakir but Kesi was worried about this surprise. Already Kesi didn’t know what to expect from a date. How was she supposed to act? What was she supposed to say or do? Usually, it was so easy to talk to Shakir. He didn’t mind that she was often excitable or childish, and he understood just as much as she did about snakes. But this was different right? Kesi had to be… girlish.
Not only that but was what she was wearing appropriate? What if they weren’t going to the city? What if he was taking her to hunt snakes? Or what if he thought a fun time was… swimming or something. Where do people go together? Was she dressed right?
Kesi chewed her lip. It was uncharacteristic of her to be nervous about the unknown… but she was. But… if there was one person who could set her nerves right, it was Nem. He knew everything. It would be okay to ask her big brother, right? He always steered her the right way.
“Nem, can I ask you something?” Kesi picked at her clothing anxiously. “What do you do on dates? Do… do you think I’m dressed okay?” And what happens after a date? She saw the circus couples come back after having gone out together. Usually, they retired to the same tent. “Am I supposed to have… have...” sex with him? Kesi didn’t know what she felt about that. She hadn’t ever thought about that- not since her father… Well, was she ready? She wasn’t traumatized she thought… but did she want that? Maybe? It’s supposed to be fun right? Kesi loved fun.
But this topic made her uncomfortable. Nem had so many more important things to do. She was being silly. “Nevermind.” She said quickly. Nem had a circus to run. He had to make sure everything was being built right, that all the performers were ready for tomorrow, and that all the animal handlers had what they needed. He had a million other things. Kesi was being a distraction, and she wouldn’t have that. “Sorry,” she apologized just as fast. “I’m being silly. Can I have my money?”
Kesi was relieved that he seemed willing to give the money right away. She was afraid he would tell her she would have to wait, and Kesi didn’t have the time to wait. She would have just had to go without and promise to pay back Shakir if he requested that when they returned to the circus. That might have been awkward. What if he got upset about that? Would he? Kesi knew nothing about going on a date. She should have asked someone first…
Had Nem looked at her any different, Kesi wouldn’t have noticed. Her mind was on her date, and whether or not she was truly ready for it. Stepping into the tent she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. At least in the time that she was here, Shakir wouldn’t see her. Kesi wouldn’t have to worry about how she was holding herself, or if she looked good, or… anything. At least not in these few moments in the tent with her brother.
“Shakir didn’t tell me,” Kesi answered truthfully. She felt bad not being able to give her brother an answer. Even if he believed it was none of his business, Kesi didn’t mind. If he wanted to know anything she would answer immediately. But… this was something she didn’t know. “He said he knew I love surprises.”
That much was true. Surprises were the unknown. Surprises were chaotic. She didn’t like surprises if the surprise would harm her brother. Otherwise, if he was fine she loved them. Kesi was always ready for the unexpected. It’s what made life more fun…
Normally. She hadn’t told Shakir but Kesi was worried about this surprise. Already Kesi didn’t know what to expect from a date. How was she supposed to act? What was she supposed to say or do? Usually, it was so easy to talk to Shakir. He didn’t mind that she was often excitable or childish, and he understood just as much as she did about snakes. But this was different right? Kesi had to be… girlish.
Not only that but was what she was wearing appropriate? What if they weren’t going to the city? What if he was taking her to hunt snakes? Or what if he thought a fun time was… swimming or something. Where do people go together? Was she dressed right?
Kesi chewed her lip. It was uncharacteristic of her to be nervous about the unknown… but she was. But… if there was one person who could set her nerves right, it was Nem. He knew everything. It would be okay to ask her big brother, right? He always steered her the right way.
“Nem, can I ask you something?” Kesi picked at her clothing anxiously. “What do you do on dates? Do… do you think I’m dressed okay?” And what happens after a date? She saw the circus couples come back after having gone out together. Usually, they retired to the same tent. “Am I supposed to have… have...” sex with him? Kesi didn’t know what she felt about that. She hadn’t ever thought about that- not since her father… Well, was she ready? She wasn’t traumatized she thought… but did she want that? Maybe? It’s supposed to be fun right? Kesi loved fun.
But this topic made her uncomfortable. Nem had so many more important things to do. She was being silly. “Nevermind.” She said quickly. Nem had a circus to run. He had to make sure everything was being built right, that all the performers were ready for tomorrow, and that all the animal handlers had what they needed. He had a million other things. Kesi was being a distraction, and she wouldn’t have that. “Sorry,” she apologized just as fast. “I’m being silly. Can I have my money?”
Shakir.
Amenemhat didn't take the time to get to know the second snake charmer for the Tempest of Set. While he appreciated a fine working relationship with all of his cast members, it was a different manner altogether with this one. He'd wanted Kesi to train the boy on his own, as a means of determining the girl's proclivity for leadership. Amenemhat had different expectations from his sister, and she'd always met them, but this... the sphere of social interaction, he wasn't so sure about.
So, Kesi goes on a date with the first person she's alone with?!
It couldn't have been her fault. It was this snake charmer, poisoning her thoughts with other priorities, pulling her away from the circus and onwards to whatever villainous machinations he had for her. Surely, she was convinced, to set aside her entanglements and to dress so differently, so alluringly. Shakir was clearly manipulating the young Kesi, sending her astray with the thought of romance. But, certainly, he had other nefarious intentions.
No.
Amenemhat wouldn't allow his precious sister to be toyed with in such a way. She was innocent to the vile nature of other people and it was his prerogative, not as her ringmaster, but as her brother to save her from malevolent hands. Shakir, for all he knew, could've ensnared her with heka, lulling her mind into such a state.
Nem found himself going on and on in his thoughts, each accusation growing more severe, the fate of this charlatan dictated, to be meted out in private so that Kesi would not mourn for the one who captured her attentions and swayed her into this... line of questioning. She seemed anxious, as if anything that this Shakir would say to her could sway her to tears. Kesi confided in Nem, next, arching his eyebrows as she asked him a question he didn't have an answer to.
Nem didn't go on dates. Romance, infatuation... they were dead ends distractions from the destiny that was paved for him to follow. He could see it right now, in Kesi, how the snare of infatuation made her susceptible to these mind games.
We'll see how he can sway others when his head is facing the wrong direction, won't we? Already, Amenemhat decided that his beloved sister would not be allowed to go on this date. But to tell her that would only serve to further ensnare her in this villain's machinations.
Amenemhat took a step forward, brushing his fingertips along Kesi's jawline, meeting the curve that led to her neck with the path of his digits. His touch was counter to her uttered words, her lacking assurances met with a tactile means of recognition.
"You look [i[]beautiful,[/i] Kesi," he told her, not quite sure how to answer her other question. She was having thoughts of sleeping with this man already? Amenemhat couldn't blame her for such misgivings. Sex was...
A distraction, a dark corner of his mind supplied.
And it was, but it also served a purpose. Satisfaction served to open Amenemhat's mind to certain truths, a means of suspending himself from doubt as he ravished a woman and led himself, and them, to lofty peaks of pleasure.
"Can I have my money?"
She pushed away the questions and moved on, intent on driving herself away from the ringmaster and onward to Shakir's vile intentions.
"Of course," he told her, just as he made certain eye contact with Hamidi in the distance. The Bedoan caught his gaze, knowing the intention behind that particular stare. Without question, he obeyed, and while Kesi was distracted with glimmering coin, a muffled sound came from the outside.
By the time anyone could investigate it, Shakir was gone.
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Shakir.
Amenemhat didn't take the time to get to know the second snake charmer for the Tempest of Set. While he appreciated a fine working relationship with all of his cast members, it was a different manner altogether with this one. He'd wanted Kesi to train the boy on his own, as a means of determining the girl's proclivity for leadership. Amenemhat had different expectations from his sister, and she'd always met them, but this... the sphere of social interaction, he wasn't so sure about.
So, Kesi goes on a date with the first person she's alone with?!
It couldn't have been her fault. It was this snake charmer, poisoning her thoughts with other priorities, pulling her away from the circus and onwards to whatever villainous machinations he had for her. Surely, she was convinced, to set aside her entanglements and to dress so differently, so alluringly. Shakir was clearly manipulating the young Kesi, sending her astray with the thought of romance. But, certainly, he had other nefarious intentions.
No.
Amenemhat wouldn't allow his precious sister to be toyed with in such a way. She was innocent to the vile nature of other people and it was his prerogative, not as her ringmaster, but as her brother to save her from malevolent hands. Shakir, for all he knew, could've ensnared her with heka, lulling her mind into such a state.
Nem found himself going on and on in his thoughts, each accusation growing more severe, the fate of this charlatan dictated, to be meted out in private so that Kesi would not mourn for the one who captured her attentions and swayed her into this... line of questioning. She seemed anxious, as if anything that this Shakir would say to her could sway her to tears. Kesi confided in Nem, next, arching his eyebrows as she asked him a question he didn't have an answer to.
Nem didn't go on dates. Romance, infatuation... they were dead ends distractions from the destiny that was paved for him to follow. He could see it right now, in Kesi, how the snare of infatuation made her susceptible to these mind games.
We'll see how he can sway others when his head is facing the wrong direction, won't we? Already, Amenemhat decided that his beloved sister would not be allowed to go on this date. But to tell her that would only serve to further ensnare her in this villain's machinations.
Amenemhat took a step forward, brushing his fingertips along Kesi's jawline, meeting the curve that led to her neck with the path of his digits. His touch was counter to her uttered words, her lacking assurances met with a tactile means of recognition.
"You look [i[]beautiful,[/i] Kesi," he told her, not quite sure how to answer her other question. She was having thoughts of sleeping with this man already? Amenemhat couldn't blame her for such misgivings. Sex was...
A distraction, a dark corner of his mind supplied.
And it was, but it also served a purpose. Satisfaction served to open Amenemhat's mind to certain truths, a means of suspending himself from doubt as he ravished a woman and led himself, and them, to lofty peaks of pleasure.
"Can I have my money?"
She pushed away the questions and moved on, intent on driving herself away from the ringmaster and onward to Shakir's vile intentions.
"Of course," he told her, just as he made certain eye contact with Hamidi in the distance. The Bedoan caught his gaze, knowing the intention behind that particular stare. Without question, he obeyed, and while Kesi was distracted with glimmering coin, a muffled sound came from the outside.
By the time anyone could investigate it, Shakir was gone.
Shakir.
Amenemhat didn't take the time to get to know the second snake charmer for the Tempest of Set. While he appreciated a fine working relationship with all of his cast members, it was a different manner altogether with this one. He'd wanted Kesi to train the boy on his own, as a means of determining the girl's proclivity for leadership. Amenemhat had different expectations from his sister, and she'd always met them, but this... the sphere of social interaction, he wasn't so sure about.
So, Kesi goes on a date with the first person she's alone with?!
It couldn't have been her fault. It was this snake charmer, poisoning her thoughts with other priorities, pulling her away from the circus and onwards to whatever villainous machinations he had for her. Surely, she was convinced, to set aside her entanglements and to dress so differently, so alluringly. Shakir was clearly manipulating the young Kesi, sending her astray with the thought of romance. But, certainly, he had other nefarious intentions.
No.
Amenemhat wouldn't allow his precious sister to be toyed with in such a way. She was innocent to the vile nature of other people and it was his prerogative, not as her ringmaster, but as her brother to save her from malevolent hands. Shakir, for all he knew, could've ensnared her with heka, lulling her mind into such a state.
Nem found himself going on and on in his thoughts, each accusation growing more severe, the fate of this charlatan dictated, to be meted out in private so that Kesi would not mourn for the one who captured her attentions and swayed her into this... line of questioning. She seemed anxious, as if anything that this Shakir would say to her could sway her to tears. Kesi confided in Nem, next, arching his eyebrows as she asked him a question he didn't have an answer to.
Nem didn't go on dates. Romance, infatuation... they were dead ends distractions from the destiny that was paved for him to follow. He could see it right now, in Kesi, how the snare of infatuation made her susceptible to these mind games.
We'll see how he can sway others when his head is facing the wrong direction, won't we? Already, Amenemhat decided that his beloved sister would not be allowed to go on this date. But to tell her that would only serve to further ensnare her in this villain's machinations.
Amenemhat took a step forward, brushing his fingertips along Kesi's jawline, meeting the curve that led to her neck with the path of his digits. His touch was counter to her uttered words, her lacking assurances met with a tactile means of recognition.
"You look [i[]beautiful,[/i] Kesi," he told her, not quite sure how to answer her other question. She was having thoughts of sleeping with this man already? Amenemhat couldn't blame her for such misgivings. Sex was...
A distraction, a dark corner of his mind supplied.
And it was, but it also served a purpose. Satisfaction served to open Amenemhat's mind to certain truths, a means of suspending himself from doubt as he ravished a woman and led himself, and them, to lofty peaks of pleasure.
"Can I have my money?"
She pushed away the questions and moved on, intent on driving herself away from the ringmaster and onward to Shakir's vile intentions.
"Of course," he told her, just as he made certain eye contact with Hamidi in the distance. The Bedoan caught his gaze, knowing the intention behind that particular stare. Without question, he obeyed, and while Kesi was distracted with glimmering coin, a muffled sound came from the outside.
By the time anyone could investigate it, Shakir was gone.
Where Nem’s mind was deep in thought, Kesi’s had suddenly ceased thinking altogether. Her brother had a warm touch, and his words eased the growing storm inside of Kesi. I’m beautiful. Kesi didn’t lack self-esteem. It was merely something she didn’t think of often. But upon Nem’s approval, she felt herself grow more confident. Dressing the part was the first step, right? Kesi already knew she could talk with Shakir. This should be easy, shouldn’t it?
There was no reason to be nervous.
Kesi had to keep telling herself that as she watched her brother fetch the coins. When he handed it to her, she looked down at them. They felt cold and heavy in her hand. She felt a smile tug on her lips. It wasn’t her typical smile. It wasn’t full of child-like wonder, hyperactive and excited. It wasn’t a smile meant for the world. It was a smile meant for her. It was genuine; it was real; it was pure.
Kesi was happy.
It was so odd to be happy with something that didn’t involve her brother or the circus. Kesi’s whole life revolved around that. She worshiped the ground her brother walked on and broke her back to exceed expectations with any task handed to her. Kesi strove for perfection because that was the only thing her brother deserved. Her mind revolved only around that.
But this was a deviation, and yet, it made her feel good. Shakir may be her coworker, but her relationship with him was something that went beyond just the circus. He was a confidant. He made her laugh, he understood her, and… he had given her butterflies in her stomach when only Nem had done that before. While Kesi would never be able to put the right words to what she was feeling, the feeling itself was healthy. This was the first time, in Kesi’s admittedly spotty memory, she ever felt like she was part of society. Girls had crushes, and she had a crush on Shakir. Men and women went out together, and that was what she was going to do. Kesi was growing up. She was changing for the better; she was sure of it.
“Thank you,” Kesi said calmly and maturely as she slipped the money into her coin purse. Her eyes flickered up to her brother to meet his gaze, lips still curled in her genuine smile. “I’ll be careful with it. Promise.” Once more, Kesi didn’t know if she needed the money, but it was better to be safe. She double-knotted her coin purse and attached it to her waist before slipping out of her brother’s tent. She had taken far too much of his attention. He surely had much more important things to do, and Kesi didn’t want to keep him from them. Kesi could take care of the rest from here.
She looked around to where she had seen Shakir before, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he left something at his tent? Kesi’s eyebrows knit together as she looked around. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. She walked over to the meeting spot and waited…
And waited…
And waited…
Kesi was rocking back and forth on her feet. She watched one of the elephants walk by... but no Shakir. He should be here by now, shouldn’t he? Where did Shakir go? Maybe he saw me… Kesi thought to herself. Maybe he had second thoughts...
But Nem said she was beautiful, and Nem wouldn’t lie to Kesi. That didn’t seem like Shakir either. He saw Kesi at her worst and called her pretty before, so wouldn’t he like her at her best? Kesi shouldn’t think bad things about Shakir. He wasn’t a bully. He wasn’t like other people. Shakir was good, and Kesi liked him.
So Kesi waited some more. With each passing second, she felt more and more nervous. Maybe he got asked to do something. Perhaps one of the snakes escaped? Though if that were the case, Kesi would have been called. Perhaps he didn’t want to bother Kesi with that?
After a few minutes, Kesi saw her brother again. Did he know where Shakir was? No, he couldn’t possibly know, right? He had disappeared while they were in the tent together. Did Kesi leave something with Nem, maybe?
Or did she look silly standing here alone?
“Shakir went to get something…” Kesi offered as a way of explanation. “I think. He should be here soon…” She hoped.
Kesi played with the ends of her braided hair nervously. Was she acting foolishly? It was only a few minutes. Why was she so nervous? Because you’re a freak. That was a voice she hadn’t heard in quite so many years. The bullies from her childhood, the children who made fun of her for being different. A circus brat who wouldn’t know what’s normal if it slapped her in the face.
I’m not a freak. She replied back to that voice. I’m being normal. This is normal.
She forced a smile on her face as she looked back up at her brother. She didn’t want him to think she was nervous Shakir wouldn’t return. That might make him sad or upset, and that was the last thing Kesi wanted her brother to feel. Never did she want him to have negative emotions. “I heard he was talking with the other girls in the circus as to where to take me. I think there’s going to be a show at the market today, and there’s this new stall that seems to have baked goods I really wanted to try. I mentioned it to him two weeks ago. I bet you that’s where he’s taking me.”
Kesi was talking to Nem, but for once, she wasn’t actually looking at her brother. She was looking over his shoulder to check for Shakir, who was bound to be walking towards them at any moment. She was too distracted to be holding a conversation with Nem. She just continued to play with the ends of her braid and waited. Any minute now, her date would begin…
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Where Nem’s mind was deep in thought, Kesi’s had suddenly ceased thinking altogether. Her brother had a warm touch, and his words eased the growing storm inside of Kesi. I’m beautiful. Kesi didn’t lack self-esteem. It was merely something she didn’t think of often. But upon Nem’s approval, she felt herself grow more confident. Dressing the part was the first step, right? Kesi already knew she could talk with Shakir. This should be easy, shouldn’t it?
There was no reason to be nervous.
Kesi had to keep telling herself that as she watched her brother fetch the coins. When he handed it to her, she looked down at them. They felt cold and heavy in her hand. She felt a smile tug on her lips. It wasn’t her typical smile. It wasn’t full of child-like wonder, hyperactive and excited. It wasn’t a smile meant for the world. It was a smile meant for her. It was genuine; it was real; it was pure.
Kesi was happy.
It was so odd to be happy with something that didn’t involve her brother or the circus. Kesi’s whole life revolved around that. She worshiped the ground her brother walked on and broke her back to exceed expectations with any task handed to her. Kesi strove for perfection because that was the only thing her brother deserved. Her mind revolved only around that.
But this was a deviation, and yet, it made her feel good. Shakir may be her coworker, but her relationship with him was something that went beyond just the circus. He was a confidant. He made her laugh, he understood her, and… he had given her butterflies in her stomach when only Nem had done that before. While Kesi would never be able to put the right words to what she was feeling, the feeling itself was healthy. This was the first time, in Kesi’s admittedly spotty memory, she ever felt like she was part of society. Girls had crushes, and she had a crush on Shakir. Men and women went out together, and that was what she was going to do. Kesi was growing up. She was changing for the better; she was sure of it.
“Thank you,” Kesi said calmly and maturely as she slipped the money into her coin purse. Her eyes flickered up to her brother to meet his gaze, lips still curled in her genuine smile. “I’ll be careful with it. Promise.” Once more, Kesi didn’t know if she needed the money, but it was better to be safe. She double-knotted her coin purse and attached it to her waist before slipping out of her brother’s tent. She had taken far too much of his attention. He surely had much more important things to do, and Kesi didn’t want to keep him from them. Kesi could take care of the rest from here.
She looked around to where she had seen Shakir before, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he left something at his tent? Kesi’s eyebrows knit together as she looked around. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. She walked over to the meeting spot and waited…
And waited…
And waited…
Kesi was rocking back and forth on her feet. She watched one of the elephants walk by... but no Shakir. He should be here by now, shouldn’t he? Where did Shakir go? Maybe he saw me… Kesi thought to herself. Maybe he had second thoughts...
But Nem said she was beautiful, and Nem wouldn’t lie to Kesi. That didn’t seem like Shakir either. He saw Kesi at her worst and called her pretty before, so wouldn’t he like her at her best? Kesi shouldn’t think bad things about Shakir. He wasn’t a bully. He wasn’t like other people. Shakir was good, and Kesi liked him.
So Kesi waited some more. With each passing second, she felt more and more nervous. Maybe he got asked to do something. Perhaps one of the snakes escaped? Though if that were the case, Kesi would have been called. Perhaps he didn’t want to bother Kesi with that?
After a few minutes, Kesi saw her brother again. Did he know where Shakir was? No, he couldn’t possibly know, right? He had disappeared while they were in the tent together. Did Kesi leave something with Nem, maybe?
Or did she look silly standing here alone?
“Shakir went to get something…” Kesi offered as a way of explanation. “I think. He should be here soon…” She hoped.
Kesi played with the ends of her braided hair nervously. Was she acting foolishly? It was only a few minutes. Why was she so nervous? Because you’re a freak. That was a voice she hadn’t heard in quite so many years. The bullies from her childhood, the children who made fun of her for being different. A circus brat who wouldn’t know what’s normal if it slapped her in the face.
I’m not a freak. She replied back to that voice. I’m being normal. This is normal.
She forced a smile on her face as she looked back up at her brother. She didn’t want him to think she was nervous Shakir wouldn’t return. That might make him sad or upset, and that was the last thing Kesi wanted her brother to feel. Never did she want him to have negative emotions. “I heard he was talking with the other girls in the circus as to where to take me. I think there’s going to be a show at the market today, and there’s this new stall that seems to have baked goods I really wanted to try. I mentioned it to him two weeks ago. I bet you that’s where he’s taking me.”
Kesi was talking to Nem, but for once, she wasn’t actually looking at her brother. She was looking over his shoulder to check for Shakir, who was bound to be walking towards them at any moment. She was too distracted to be holding a conversation with Nem. She just continued to play with the ends of her braid and waited. Any minute now, her date would begin…
Where Nem’s mind was deep in thought, Kesi’s had suddenly ceased thinking altogether. Her brother had a warm touch, and his words eased the growing storm inside of Kesi. I’m beautiful. Kesi didn’t lack self-esteem. It was merely something she didn’t think of often. But upon Nem’s approval, she felt herself grow more confident. Dressing the part was the first step, right? Kesi already knew she could talk with Shakir. This should be easy, shouldn’t it?
There was no reason to be nervous.
Kesi had to keep telling herself that as she watched her brother fetch the coins. When he handed it to her, she looked down at them. They felt cold and heavy in her hand. She felt a smile tug on her lips. It wasn’t her typical smile. It wasn’t full of child-like wonder, hyperactive and excited. It wasn’t a smile meant for the world. It was a smile meant for her. It was genuine; it was real; it was pure.
Kesi was happy.
It was so odd to be happy with something that didn’t involve her brother or the circus. Kesi’s whole life revolved around that. She worshiped the ground her brother walked on and broke her back to exceed expectations with any task handed to her. Kesi strove for perfection because that was the only thing her brother deserved. Her mind revolved only around that.
But this was a deviation, and yet, it made her feel good. Shakir may be her coworker, but her relationship with him was something that went beyond just the circus. He was a confidant. He made her laugh, he understood her, and… he had given her butterflies in her stomach when only Nem had done that before. While Kesi would never be able to put the right words to what she was feeling, the feeling itself was healthy. This was the first time, in Kesi’s admittedly spotty memory, she ever felt like she was part of society. Girls had crushes, and she had a crush on Shakir. Men and women went out together, and that was what she was going to do. Kesi was growing up. She was changing for the better; she was sure of it.
“Thank you,” Kesi said calmly and maturely as she slipped the money into her coin purse. Her eyes flickered up to her brother to meet his gaze, lips still curled in her genuine smile. “I’ll be careful with it. Promise.” Once more, Kesi didn’t know if she needed the money, but it was better to be safe. She double-knotted her coin purse and attached it to her waist before slipping out of her brother’s tent. She had taken far too much of his attention. He surely had much more important things to do, and Kesi didn’t want to keep him from them. Kesi could take care of the rest from here.
She looked around to where she had seen Shakir before, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he left something at his tent? Kesi’s eyebrows knit together as she looked around. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. She walked over to the meeting spot and waited…
And waited…
And waited…
Kesi was rocking back and forth on her feet. She watched one of the elephants walk by... but no Shakir. He should be here by now, shouldn’t he? Where did Shakir go? Maybe he saw me… Kesi thought to herself. Maybe he had second thoughts...
But Nem said she was beautiful, and Nem wouldn’t lie to Kesi. That didn’t seem like Shakir either. He saw Kesi at her worst and called her pretty before, so wouldn’t he like her at her best? Kesi shouldn’t think bad things about Shakir. He wasn’t a bully. He wasn’t like other people. Shakir was good, and Kesi liked him.
So Kesi waited some more. With each passing second, she felt more and more nervous. Maybe he got asked to do something. Perhaps one of the snakes escaped? Though if that were the case, Kesi would have been called. Perhaps he didn’t want to bother Kesi with that?
After a few minutes, Kesi saw her brother again. Did he know where Shakir was? No, he couldn’t possibly know, right? He had disappeared while they were in the tent together. Did Kesi leave something with Nem, maybe?
Or did she look silly standing here alone?
“Shakir went to get something…” Kesi offered as a way of explanation. “I think. He should be here soon…” She hoped.
Kesi played with the ends of her braided hair nervously. Was she acting foolishly? It was only a few minutes. Why was she so nervous? Because you’re a freak. That was a voice she hadn’t heard in quite so many years. The bullies from her childhood, the children who made fun of her for being different. A circus brat who wouldn’t know what’s normal if it slapped her in the face.
I’m not a freak. She replied back to that voice. I’m being normal. This is normal.
She forced a smile on her face as she looked back up at her brother. She didn’t want him to think she was nervous Shakir wouldn’t return. That might make him sad or upset, and that was the last thing Kesi wanted her brother to feel. Never did she want him to have negative emotions. “I heard he was talking with the other girls in the circus as to where to take me. I think there’s going to be a show at the market today, and there’s this new stall that seems to have baked goods I really wanted to try. I mentioned it to him two weeks ago. I bet you that’s where he’s taking me.”
Kesi was talking to Nem, but for once, she wasn’t actually looking at her brother. She was looking over his shoulder to check for Shakir, who was bound to be walking towards them at any moment. She was too distracted to be holding a conversation with Nem. She just continued to play with the ends of her braid and waited. Any minute now, her date would begin…
Kesi always pushed herself from ledges she couldn't get back up to. He'd seen it before, when they were younger all the way through to the present. She flew on wings of wax to plummet as the sun melted them away. Nem would catch her always, whether it be in her doubts of her ability, or in the pitfalls of a dangerous mistake. Amenemhat would not see his sister lost again, no matter how literally or abstract the definition of lost was in any particular instance. This time? She lost herself in feelings, dangerous things that would wrench her away from him.
If Kesi had not come to him, doubtful and insecure, so filled with emotions that raised red flags to the ringmaster, her little friend might've lived.
But, she did. This was no wanton excursion to satisfy a natural human desire. This was affection that had the potential to turn into something dangerous. Love whittled at one's ability to keep their priorities. It created weaknesses where none might've existed, served as a means to destroy something from within. Romantic love was a vulnerability that he would not allow his sister to gain. And so, he intervened.
To save her.
To help her.
Kesi needed a guiding hand, as she always did. A girl lost in a sea of humans and their complexities, ensuring that Kesi's life was comfortable and that she had enough to focus on was one of Nem's top priorities. This Shakir... his very existence threatened the careful balancing act that the ringmaster had carried for years. A balancing act that might've needed fixing with a more... personal touch.
She's beautiful.
He understood it now. Of course Shakir would be infatuated with her. Of course he would attempt to wrench her away from him. Amenemhat wouldn't allow it to pass, and already, the man was taken away to be forgotten. He'd deal with him more personally later on in the evening. For now, he had his priorities. So, for the moment, he released her to that empty plane of sand where Shakir's footprints, deeper for his time standing still, resided. There was a multitude of others, intersecting and making a path to the other reptile enthusiast impossible to track.
He abandoned her.
Surely, Kesi would reach that conclusion, too. Amenemhat didn't look behind him to see Kesi. He could see her reflection off the bronze dish in the corner of the tent. The tarp was still wide open, with a gentle breeze coaxed inside, allowing him a look at the girl's blurry figure as she waited and he tended to some nebulous task to busy himself for long enough for it to seem a natural pause.
Then, he finally turned around to face her. He could hear her from outside, muttering to herself about the possibility of Shakir's return, hoping for it in her idealistic scenario of how the day was going to go. It was better for her to feel this pain now, in front of Amenemhat, so that he might address it. To act as her bulwark and draw her, inexorably, to the ringmaster's side.
Where she belongs.
Forever.
The ringmaster held no illusions of romantic love with Kesi. No, he understood innately that what he felt for the young woman was a visceral obsession, one that hadn't existed until the very moment he heard the turn in her voice at the mention of the street rat that manipulated her into having feelings. But, it didn't matter what it was. All that Amenemhat knew was that Kesi was his and he'd take every step, every precaution to ensure that her connection with him remained.
But not as it was. Not anymore. Nem reconciled the fact that this had taken a turn, that he was prepared to acknowledge what Kesi felt. And so, just as she finished muttering to herself, he drew himself to her.
"What happened to your date?" he asked, layering concern within his tone and bringing himself to stand behind the snake charmer. Fingers rose up along the path to her shoulders, strong fingers intent on finding the knots caused by the stress he invoked within her. Amenemhat did not seek to cause his beloved sister duress, but if he did... then he was the only person who could alleviate it from her.
"Let's wait inside for him. He'll know where to find you," he promised her. Intent upon claiming his hold on one of Kesi's hands, he led her back into the tent and away from the sun. The ringmaster shifted, intent upon draining a goblet's full of the mead he kept for himself, from a store that Kesi would be all too aware that he shared with no one (not entirely factual, but at least in front of her it was). The ringmaster liked his mead, after all. Once he placed the goblet into the girl's hand, he placed his lips gingerly to the crown of her head.
"Drink some of that. It'll soothe your nerves."
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Kesi always pushed herself from ledges she couldn't get back up to. He'd seen it before, when they were younger all the way through to the present. She flew on wings of wax to plummet as the sun melted them away. Nem would catch her always, whether it be in her doubts of her ability, or in the pitfalls of a dangerous mistake. Amenemhat would not see his sister lost again, no matter how literally or abstract the definition of lost was in any particular instance. This time? She lost herself in feelings, dangerous things that would wrench her away from him.
If Kesi had not come to him, doubtful and insecure, so filled with emotions that raised red flags to the ringmaster, her little friend might've lived.
But, she did. This was no wanton excursion to satisfy a natural human desire. This was affection that had the potential to turn into something dangerous. Love whittled at one's ability to keep their priorities. It created weaknesses where none might've existed, served as a means to destroy something from within. Romantic love was a vulnerability that he would not allow his sister to gain. And so, he intervened.
To save her.
To help her.
Kesi needed a guiding hand, as she always did. A girl lost in a sea of humans and their complexities, ensuring that Kesi's life was comfortable and that she had enough to focus on was one of Nem's top priorities. This Shakir... his very existence threatened the careful balancing act that the ringmaster had carried for years. A balancing act that might've needed fixing with a more... personal touch.
She's beautiful.
He understood it now. Of course Shakir would be infatuated with her. Of course he would attempt to wrench her away from him. Amenemhat wouldn't allow it to pass, and already, the man was taken away to be forgotten. He'd deal with him more personally later on in the evening. For now, he had his priorities. So, for the moment, he released her to that empty plane of sand where Shakir's footprints, deeper for his time standing still, resided. There was a multitude of others, intersecting and making a path to the other reptile enthusiast impossible to track.
He abandoned her.
Surely, Kesi would reach that conclusion, too. Amenemhat didn't look behind him to see Kesi. He could see her reflection off the bronze dish in the corner of the tent. The tarp was still wide open, with a gentle breeze coaxed inside, allowing him a look at the girl's blurry figure as she waited and he tended to some nebulous task to busy himself for long enough for it to seem a natural pause.
Then, he finally turned around to face her. He could hear her from outside, muttering to herself about the possibility of Shakir's return, hoping for it in her idealistic scenario of how the day was going to go. It was better for her to feel this pain now, in front of Amenemhat, so that he might address it. To act as her bulwark and draw her, inexorably, to the ringmaster's side.
Where she belongs.
Forever.
The ringmaster held no illusions of romantic love with Kesi. No, he understood innately that what he felt for the young woman was a visceral obsession, one that hadn't existed until the very moment he heard the turn in her voice at the mention of the street rat that manipulated her into having feelings. But, it didn't matter what it was. All that Amenemhat knew was that Kesi was his and he'd take every step, every precaution to ensure that her connection with him remained.
But not as it was. Not anymore. Nem reconciled the fact that this had taken a turn, that he was prepared to acknowledge what Kesi felt. And so, just as she finished muttering to herself, he drew himself to her.
"What happened to your date?" he asked, layering concern within his tone and bringing himself to stand behind the snake charmer. Fingers rose up along the path to her shoulders, strong fingers intent on finding the knots caused by the stress he invoked within her. Amenemhat did not seek to cause his beloved sister duress, but if he did... then he was the only person who could alleviate it from her.
"Let's wait inside for him. He'll know where to find you," he promised her. Intent upon claiming his hold on one of Kesi's hands, he led her back into the tent and away from the sun. The ringmaster shifted, intent upon draining a goblet's full of the mead he kept for himself, from a store that Kesi would be all too aware that he shared with no one (not entirely factual, but at least in front of her it was). The ringmaster liked his mead, after all. Once he placed the goblet into the girl's hand, he placed his lips gingerly to the crown of her head.
"Drink some of that. It'll soothe your nerves."
Kesi always pushed herself from ledges she couldn't get back up to. He'd seen it before, when they were younger all the way through to the present. She flew on wings of wax to plummet as the sun melted them away. Nem would catch her always, whether it be in her doubts of her ability, or in the pitfalls of a dangerous mistake. Amenemhat would not see his sister lost again, no matter how literally or abstract the definition of lost was in any particular instance. This time? She lost herself in feelings, dangerous things that would wrench her away from him.
If Kesi had not come to him, doubtful and insecure, so filled with emotions that raised red flags to the ringmaster, her little friend might've lived.
But, she did. This was no wanton excursion to satisfy a natural human desire. This was affection that had the potential to turn into something dangerous. Love whittled at one's ability to keep their priorities. It created weaknesses where none might've existed, served as a means to destroy something from within. Romantic love was a vulnerability that he would not allow his sister to gain. And so, he intervened.
To save her.
To help her.
Kesi needed a guiding hand, as she always did. A girl lost in a sea of humans and their complexities, ensuring that Kesi's life was comfortable and that she had enough to focus on was one of Nem's top priorities. This Shakir... his very existence threatened the careful balancing act that the ringmaster had carried for years. A balancing act that might've needed fixing with a more... personal touch.
She's beautiful.
He understood it now. Of course Shakir would be infatuated with her. Of course he would attempt to wrench her away from him. Amenemhat wouldn't allow it to pass, and already, the man was taken away to be forgotten. He'd deal with him more personally later on in the evening. For now, he had his priorities. So, for the moment, he released her to that empty plane of sand where Shakir's footprints, deeper for his time standing still, resided. There was a multitude of others, intersecting and making a path to the other reptile enthusiast impossible to track.
He abandoned her.
Surely, Kesi would reach that conclusion, too. Amenemhat didn't look behind him to see Kesi. He could see her reflection off the bronze dish in the corner of the tent. The tarp was still wide open, with a gentle breeze coaxed inside, allowing him a look at the girl's blurry figure as she waited and he tended to some nebulous task to busy himself for long enough for it to seem a natural pause.
Then, he finally turned around to face her. He could hear her from outside, muttering to herself about the possibility of Shakir's return, hoping for it in her idealistic scenario of how the day was going to go. It was better for her to feel this pain now, in front of Amenemhat, so that he might address it. To act as her bulwark and draw her, inexorably, to the ringmaster's side.
Where she belongs.
Forever.
The ringmaster held no illusions of romantic love with Kesi. No, he understood innately that what he felt for the young woman was a visceral obsession, one that hadn't existed until the very moment he heard the turn in her voice at the mention of the street rat that manipulated her into having feelings. But, it didn't matter what it was. All that Amenemhat knew was that Kesi was his and he'd take every step, every precaution to ensure that her connection with him remained.
But not as it was. Not anymore. Nem reconciled the fact that this had taken a turn, that he was prepared to acknowledge what Kesi felt. And so, just as she finished muttering to herself, he drew himself to her.
"What happened to your date?" he asked, layering concern within his tone and bringing himself to stand behind the snake charmer. Fingers rose up along the path to her shoulders, strong fingers intent on finding the knots caused by the stress he invoked within her. Amenemhat did not seek to cause his beloved sister duress, but if he did... then he was the only person who could alleviate it from her.
"Let's wait inside for him. He'll know where to find you," he promised her. Intent upon claiming his hold on one of Kesi's hands, he led her back into the tent and away from the sun. The ringmaster shifted, intent upon draining a goblet's full of the mead he kept for himself, from a store that Kesi would be all too aware that he shared with no one (not entirely factual, but at least in front of her it was). The ringmaster liked his mead, after all. Once he placed the goblet into the girl's hand, he placed his lips gingerly to the crown of her head.
"Drink some of that. It'll soothe your nerves."
You know, you’re really pretty, Kesi. Shakir had told her once after a long night of working. And you always… smile. I think that’s why you’re so beautiful.
Kesi wasn’t smiling now. She was confused. She was… hurt. Where was Shakir? Why did he not arrive by now? Did something happen? Why didn’t he send someone to tell Kesi? A slave or another circus member? Or… someone? Anyone?
You’re a freak. She heard the horrible laughter of Rashida, one of the bullies from her childhood. Was this why Shakir abandoned her? That didn’t make any sense whatsoever. He was part of the circus too. And… and he acted like he understood her.
I noticed you looking at the peaches when we dropped off the venoms at the market. I snagged us some. He had such a happy smile when he handed Kesi the peach. Kesi very rarely had that fruit. They were never around the circus, and if she were buying something it would typically be grapes. But that day Kesi never had anything tastier. She didn’t know if it was because the peach was so juicy, or if it was because Shakir was so kind.
Good for nothing. That was a voice Kesi hadn’t heard in year. Papa. Even when she killed him, he denied her any acknowledgement. He made Kesi feel as if she was nothing. She was small. She was worthless. She shouldn’t exist.
”Drink some of that. It’ll soothe your nerves.”
“Huh?” Kesi blinked. She hadn’t even realized she was in her brother’s tent. He had grabbed her hand, led her gently to his tent, and even sat her down. But she was lost in her horrid thoughts. Thoughts that did nothing but bring back old wounds that she had thought had healed.
She looked down at the goblet. It had mead… her brother’s mead. He didn’t share it with anyone. Kesi felt her heart squeeze. There was one constant in all of this. Throughout all of her pain, there was one person who was always there. Nem.
She brought the drink to her lips. The liquid was sweet and honeyed, probably from Luxfa. It stung as it slid down her throat. It didn’t relax her, though. She lowed the goblet down.
Your love is a lie.
Kesi felt her head begin to pound. What love? Was it to her brother? Or was it all love? For the first time in her life she wished she didn’t kill her father. She wanted to ask him what he meant. Was she actually worthless? Was she actually… nothing.
Shakir isn’t a bully. That’s what Kesi had believed. He was kind, and he made her smile, and every time he touched her skin, whether it was a brush of the hand, or even a hug after a hard day Kesi felt… warm. There was only one other person that made her feel that way.
Kesi’s eyes slid up to her brother. She wanted to ask him for his thoughts. Why was Shakir not here? Why did he… stand her up? It didn’t even make sense! They worked together! What was he planning on doing when they saw each other? They had a performance together!
What a waste of space.
Kesi rubbed the back of her head and looked back down, away from her brother. She looked obviously agitated. Each emotion was fighting to be at the forefront, to take control, but Kesi didn’t want them to be in control. She just wanted peace.
She just wanted to know what she did wrong.
Kesi took another gulp of the mead. It still didn’t relax her. It didn’t provide answers. But when did Kesi ever get answers to anything anyway? Her papa never answered her. Shakir wouldn’t. The only one who ever did was… Nem. Kesi could ask Nem anything, and he never lied. He was the only person she could trust. Him and mama.
She looked back out of the tent. Nothing. No sign. He wasn’t going to come. It was like the bullies running away after they forced Kesi to steal the Greek soldier’s clothes. This was all one cruel joke. Shakir planned it all along? He did this to hurt her. Just like those kids, just like her Papa, everyone was awful.
Everyone but Nem.
A second time now, Kesi looked back up at Nem. She had to speak, she had to say something. Anything. But when she opened her mouth she didn’t know what to say. The girl who was normally so excited, so lively, so talkative was now mute. A third gulp, but it did nothing to bring words to her mouth.
She was pathetic, wasn’t she? She had gotten her hopes up to be normal. She wanted to be normal. She wanted to be just like everyone else. Kesi wanted to have a crush, and go on dates. She wanted to be loved.
“What did I do, Nem?” Kesi finally asked quietly. Her eyes dropped down to the goblet. She couldn’t bear looking at her brother. A finger traced the rim of the goblet. “I… I thought I did everything right. I thought he liked me. Was… was papa right? Right about me?” So long as she remembered, she hadn’t brought up her father like this to Nem unless it was to insult him. The man was dead, but now she had her doubts. He deserved to die, he was in her brother’s way. But was he so wrong when it came to Kesi?
Kesi didn’t want to cry. She could feel the tears as the stung the surface of her eyes. However, she refused to let them slide. She didn’t want Nem to see her so weak about a stupid boy. She didn’t want him to think badly of her, for getting so hurt after Shakir abandoned her. She had to be strong for her brother, so that he could rely on her for whatever he needed.
But I want to rely on him too. Kesi felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotion. Her head was barely able to stay above the water. This was a near constant for the girl. She could go from excitement to anger, to sadness in a second. But when she looked at Nem…
Things are better. A third time now she glanced up at her brother. The ocean waves subsided, just as they always did. It wasn’t the mead that was a calming Kesi, it was Nem. It was always her brother, the man who took their father’s beatings when they were children in place of her. It was always her brother, who found her potential and introduced her to the snakes that she came to adore. It was always Nem.
“I don’t want to be a waste of space, Nem.” Kesi said softly. “I just… I just want to be normal.” Kesi wanted to be loved.
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You know, you’re really pretty, Kesi. Shakir had told her once after a long night of working. And you always… smile. I think that’s why you’re so beautiful.
Kesi wasn’t smiling now. She was confused. She was… hurt. Where was Shakir? Why did he not arrive by now? Did something happen? Why didn’t he send someone to tell Kesi? A slave or another circus member? Or… someone? Anyone?
You’re a freak. She heard the horrible laughter of Rashida, one of the bullies from her childhood. Was this why Shakir abandoned her? That didn’t make any sense whatsoever. He was part of the circus too. And… and he acted like he understood her.
I noticed you looking at the peaches when we dropped off the venoms at the market. I snagged us some. He had such a happy smile when he handed Kesi the peach. Kesi very rarely had that fruit. They were never around the circus, and if she were buying something it would typically be grapes. But that day Kesi never had anything tastier. She didn’t know if it was because the peach was so juicy, or if it was because Shakir was so kind.
Good for nothing. That was a voice Kesi hadn’t heard in year. Papa. Even when she killed him, he denied her any acknowledgement. He made Kesi feel as if she was nothing. She was small. She was worthless. She shouldn’t exist.
”Drink some of that. It’ll soothe your nerves.”
“Huh?” Kesi blinked. She hadn’t even realized she was in her brother’s tent. He had grabbed her hand, led her gently to his tent, and even sat her down. But she was lost in her horrid thoughts. Thoughts that did nothing but bring back old wounds that she had thought had healed.
She looked down at the goblet. It had mead… her brother’s mead. He didn’t share it with anyone. Kesi felt her heart squeeze. There was one constant in all of this. Throughout all of her pain, there was one person who was always there. Nem.
She brought the drink to her lips. The liquid was sweet and honeyed, probably from Luxfa. It stung as it slid down her throat. It didn’t relax her, though. She lowed the goblet down.
Your love is a lie.
Kesi felt her head begin to pound. What love? Was it to her brother? Or was it all love? For the first time in her life she wished she didn’t kill her father. She wanted to ask him what he meant. Was she actually worthless? Was she actually… nothing.
Shakir isn’t a bully. That’s what Kesi had believed. He was kind, and he made her smile, and every time he touched her skin, whether it was a brush of the hand, or even a hug after a hard day Kesi felt… warm. There was only one other person that made her feel that way.
Kesi’s eyes slid up to her brother. She wanted to ask him for his thoughts. Why was Shakir not here? Why did he… stand her up? It didn’t even make sense! They worked together! What was he planning on doing when they saw each other? They had a performance together!
What a waste of space.
Kesi rubbed the back of her head and looked back down, away from her brother. She looked obviously agitated. Each emotion was fighting to be at the forefront, to take control, but Kesi didn’t want them to be in control. She just wanted peace.
She just wanted to know what she did wrong.
Kesi took another gulp of the mead. It still didn’t relax her. It didn’t provide answers. But when did Kesi ever get answers to anything anyway? Her papa never answered her. Shakir wouldn’t. The only one who ever did was… Nem. Kesi could ask Nem anything, and he never lied. He was the only person she could trust. Him and mama.
She looked back out of the tent. Nothing. No sign. He wasn’t going to come. It was like the bullies running away after they forced Kesi to steal the Greek soldier’s clothes. This was all one cruel joke. Shakir planned it all along? He did this to hurt her. Just like those kids, just like her Papa, everyone was awful.
Everyone but Nem.
A second time now, Kesi looked back up at Nem. She had to speak, she had to say something. Anything. But when she opened her mouth she didn’t know what to say. The girl who was normally so excited, so lively, so talkative was now mute. A third gulp, but it did nothing to bring words to her mouth.
She was pathetic, wasn’t she? She had gotten her hopes up to be normal. She wanted to be normal. She wanted to be just like everyone else. Kesi wanted to have a crush, and go on dates. She wanted to be loved.
“What did I do, Nem?” Kesi finally asked quietly. Her eyes dropped down to the goblet. She couldn’t bear looking at her brother. A finger traced the rim of the goblet. “I… I thought I did everything right. I thought he liked me. Was… was papa right? Right about me?” So long as she remembered, she hadn’t brought up her father like this to Nem unless it was to insult him. The man was dead, but now she had her doubts. He deserved to die, he was in her brother’s way. But was he so wrong when it came to Kesi?
Kesi didn’t want to cry. She could feel the tears as the stung the surface of her eyes. However, she refused to let them slide. She didn’t want Nem to see her so weak about a stupid boy. She didn’t want him to think badly of her, for getting so hurt after Shakir abandoned her. She had to be strong for her brother, so that he could rely on her for whatever he needed.
But I want to rely on him too. Kesi felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotion. Her head was barely able to stay above the water. This was a near constant for the girl. She could go from excitement to anger, to sadness in a second. But when she looked at Nem…
Things are better. A third time now she glanced up at her brother. The ocean waves subsided, just as they always did. It wasn’t the mead that was a calming Kesi, it was Nem. It was always her brother, the man who took their father’s beatings when they were children in place of her. It was always her brother, who found her potential and introduced her to the snakes that she came to adore. It was always Nem.
“I don’t want to be a waste of space, Nem.” Kesi said softly. “I just… I just want to be normal.” Kesi wanted to be loved.
You know, you’re really pretty, Kesi. Shakir had told her once after a long night of working. And you always… smile. I think that’s why you’re so beautiful.
Kesi wasn’t smiling now. She was confused. She was… hurt. Where was Shakir? Why did he not arrive by now? Did something happen? Why didn’t he send someone to tell Kesi? A slave or another circus member? Or… someone? Anyone?
You’re a freak. She heard the horrible laughter of Rashida, one of the bullies from her childhood. Was this why Shakir abandoned her? That didn’t make any sense whatsoever. He was part of the circus too. And… and he acted like he understood her.
I noticed you looking at the peaches when we dropped off the venoms at the market. I snagged us some. He had such a happy smile when he handed Kesi the peach. Kesi very rarely had that fruit. They were never around the circus, and if she were buying something it would typically be grapes. But that day Kesi never had anything tastier. She didn’t know if it was because the peach was so juicy, or if it was because Shakir was so kind.
Good for nothing. That was a voice Kesi hadn’t heard in year. Papa. Even when she killed him, he denied her any acknowledgement. He made Kesi feel as if she was nothing. She was small. She was worthless. She shouldn’t exist.
”Drink some of that. It’ll soothe your nerves.”
“Huh?” Kesi blinked. She hadn’t even realized she was in her brother’s tent. He had grabbed her hand, led her gently to his tent, and even sat her down. But she was lost in her horrid thoughts. Thoughts that did nothing but bring back old wounds that she had thought had healed.
She looked down at the goblet. It had mead… her brother’s mead. He didn’t share it with anyone. Kesi felt her heart squeeze. There was one constant in all of this. Throughout all of her pain, there was one person who was always there. Nem.
She brought the drink to her lips. The liquid was sweet and honeyed, probably from Luxfa. It stung as it slid down her throat. It didn’t relax her, though. She lowed the goblet down.
Your love is a lie.
Kesi felt her head begin to pound. What love? Was it to her brother? Or was it all love? For the first time in her life she wished she didn’t kill her father. She wanted to ask him what he meant. Was she actually worthless? Was she actually… nothing.
Shakir isn’t a bully. That’s what Kesi had believed. He was kind, and he made her smile, and every time he touched her skin, whether it was a brush of the hand, or even a hug after a hard day Kesi felt… warm. There was only one other person that made her feel that way.
Kesi’s eyes slid up to her brother. She wanted to ask him for his thoughts. Why was Shakir not here? Why did he… stand her up? It didn’t even make sense! They worked together! What was he planning on doing when they saw each other? They had a performance together!
What a waste of space.
Kesi rubbed the back of her head and looked back down, away from her brother. She looked obviously agitated. Each emotion was fighting to be at the forefront, to take control, but Kesi didn’t want them to be in control. She just wanted peace.
She just wanted to know what she did wrong.
Kesi took another gulp of the mead. It still didn’t relax her. It didn’t provide answers. But when did Kesi ever get answers to anything anyway? Her papa never answered her. Shakir wouldn’t. The only one who ever did was… Nem. Kesi could ask Nem anything, and he never lied. He was the only person she could trust. Him and mama.
She looked back out of the tent. Nothing. No sign. He wasn’t going to come. It was like the bullies running away after they forced Kesi to steal the Greek soldier’s clothes. This was all one cruel joke. Shakir planned it all along? He did this to hurt her. Just like those kids, just like her Papa, everyone was awful.
Everyone but Nem.
A second time now, Kesi looked back up at Nem. She had to speak, she had to say something. Anything. But when she opened her mouth she didn’t know what to say. The girl who was normally so excited, so lively, so talkative was now mute. A third gulp, but it did nothing to bring words to her mouth.
She was pathetic, wasn’t she? She had gotten her hopes up to be normal. She wanted to be normal. She wanted to be just like everyone else. Kesi wanted to have a crush, and go on dates. She wanted to be loved.
“What did I do, Nem?” Kesi finally asked quietly. Her eyes dropped down to the goblet. She couldn’t bear looking at her brother. A finger traced the rim of the goblet. “I… I thought I did everything right. I thought he liked me. Was… was papa right? Right about me?” So long as she remembered, she hadn’t brought up her father like this to Nem unless it was to insult him. The man was dead, but now she had her doubts. He deserved to die, he was in her brother’s way. But was he so wrong when it came to Kesi?
Kesi didn’t want to cry. She could feel the tears as the stung the surface of her eyes. However, she refused to let them slide. She didn’t want Nem to see her so weak about a stupid boy. She didn’t want him to think badly of her, for getting so hurt after Shakir abandoned her. She had to be strong for her brother, so that he could rely on her for whatever he needed.
But I want to rely on him too. Kesi felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotion. Her head was barely able to stay above the water. This was a near constant for the girl. She could go from excitement to anger, to sadness in a second. But when she looked at Nem…
Things are better. A third time now she glanced up at her brother. The ocean waves subsided, just as they always did. It wasn’t the mead that was a calming Kesi, it was Nem. It was always her brother, the man who took their father’s beatings when they were children in place of her. It was always her brother, who found her potential and introduced her to the snakes that she came to adore. It was always Nem.
“I don’t want to be a waste of space, Nem.” Kesi said softly. “I just… I just want to be normal.” Kesi wanted to be loved.
"What did I do, Nem?"
This was why he had to take action.
For all of the talent and resolve that Kesi had, she struggled to understand the intricacies of life. She was dangerous, with a potential for explosion given the proper circumstances. But, such an explosion would serve to uproot her, to isolate her more than she already was. Without Kesi, the circus would suffer. Placing himself in the predicament of having to choose between his family and the families of the circus as a whole... He'd rather not ignite the powder keg that came with Kesi sifting deeper and deeper into the abyss.
An abyss of his own making. Amenemhat was responsible for Kesi, for creating her. In a way that Somgi of Cairo could never be, he was her father.
"I thought he liked me."
And maybe, he did. But, they'd never find that out. Nem needed to understand the facets of Kesi that were as of yet elusive to him, to discover the parts of her heart that she kept away from him. If there was anything more to Kesi besides what he'd seen, he had an obligation to find it. To let someone else know her better, to circle in on growing closer to her. To replacing him.
It was unacceptable. Unthinkable. Amenemhat had long reconciled the fact that the ringmaster was responsible utterly for his sister. It was not a necessity borne from guilt, for he had no regrets in preparing his sister. But, it was a necessity borne from circumstance. Assigned to twist and shape Kesi's mind from the dredge of narcotic-induced susceptibility to influence, Amenemhat claimed ownership over Kesi then. It was only years later that he acknowledged the fact that if Kesi were to die, it'd be by his hand. Now, he was forced to understand...
If Kesi were to fall in love, then it must be with me, as well.
"The only thing that Somgi of Cairo was ever right about was drinking that cup of tea that night," he whispered to her, drawing nearer to the sister that needed him so dearly, that looked up to him so much. Fingertips rose to brush along Kesi's jawline, so that his thumb rested right at her chin while his index finger positioned just beneath her ear. He held her jaw in his hand, tipping her face upwards so that when she heard what was to follow, she saw the sincerity in his gaze.
"It doesn't matter what some boy thinks of you, Kesi. This circus is your home. As long as you keep that to heart, you can do no wrong."
Shallow assurances, but not incorrect. So long as Kesi listened to him, she could do no wrong. Others, they could twist her from her path, ingrain in her polluting influences that could serve to deviate her. Kesi without the circus... she would never be whole again.
"Normal?" he didn't want to laugh at the notion, but surely she understood where and what she was. The circus was a throng of freaks and misfits, bound together and reliant on one another. Amenemhat tightened the grasp upon her jawline just enough to hold her in place as he pressed forward and, for the first time, he claimed the girl's lips for his own. A fleeting thing, his kiss lasted but a moment, almost chaste in its delivery before he brought himself to her once again. He sought to take her with a greater fervor, just shy of trying to part her lips with his own before he pulled back.
"You are extraordinary."
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"What did I do, Nem?"
This was why he had to take action.
For all of the talent and resolve that Kesi had, she struggled to understand the intricacies of life. She was dangerous, with a potential for explosion given the proper circumstances. But, such an explosion would serve to uproot her, to isolate her more than she already was. Without Kesi, the circus would suffer. Placing himself in the predicament of having to choose between his family and the families of the circus as a whole... He'd rather not ignite the powder keg that came with Kesi sifting deeper and deeper into the abyss.
An abyss of his own making. Amenemhat was responsible for Kesi, for creating her. In a way that Somgi of Cairo could never be, he was her father.
"I thought he liked me."
And maybe, he did. But, they'd never find that out. Nem needed to understand the facets of Kesi that were as of yet elusive to him, to discover the parts of her heart that she kept away from him. If there was anything more to Kesi besides what he'd seen, he had an obligation to find it. To let someone else know her better, to circle in on growing closer to her. To replacing him.
It was unacceptable. Unthinkable. Amenemhat had long reconciled the fact that the ringmaster was responsible utterly for his sister. It was not a necessity borne from guilt, for he had no regrets in preparing his sister. But, it was a necessity borne from circumstance. Assigned to twist and shape Kesi's mind from the dredge of narcotic-induced susceptibility to influence, Amenemhat claimed ownership over Kesi then. It was only years later that he acknowledged the fact that if Kesi were to die, it'd be by his hand. Now, he was forced to understand...
If Kesi were to fall in love, then it must be with me, as well.
"The only thing that Somgi of Cairo was ever right about was drinking that cup of tea that night," he whispered to her, drawing nearer to the sister that needed him so dearly, that looked up to him so much. Fingertips rose to brush along Kesi's jawline, so that his thumb rested right at her chin while his index finger positioned just beneath her ear. He held her jaw in his hand, tipping her face upwards so that when she heard what was to follow, she saw the sincerity in his gaze.
"It doesn't matter what some boy thinks of you, Kesi. This circus is your home. As long as you keep that to heart, you can do no wrong."
Shallow assurances, but not incorrect. So long as Kesi listened to him, she could do no wrong. Others, they could twist her from her path, ingrain in her polluting influences that could serve to deviate her. Kesi without the circus... she would never be whole again.
"Normal?" he didn't want to laugh at the notion, but surely she understood where and what she was. The circus was a throng of freaks and misfits, bound together and reliant on one another. Amenemhat tightened the grasp upon her jawline just enough to hold her in place as he pressed forward and, for the first time, he claimed the girl's lips for his own. A fleeting thing, his kiss lasted but a moment, almost chaste in its delivery before he brought himself to her once again. He sought to take her with a greater fervor, just shy of trying to part her lips with his own before he pulled back.
"You are extraordinary."
"What did I do, Nem?"
This was why he had to take action.
For all of the talent and resolve that Kesi had, she struggled to understand the intricacies of life. She was dangerous, with a potential for explosion given the proper circumstances. But, such an explosion would serve to uproot her, to isolate her more than she already was. Without Kesi, the circus would suffer. Placing himself in the predicament of having to choose between his family and the families of the circus as a whole... He'd rather not ignite the powder keg that came with Kesi sifting deeper and deeper into the abyss.
An abyss of his own making. Amenemhat was responsible for Kesi, for creating her. In a way that Somgi of Cairo could never be, he was her father.
"I thought he liked me."
And maybe, he did. But, they'd never find that out. Nem needed to understand the facets of Kesi that were as of yet elusive to him, to discover the parts of her heart that she kept away from him. If there was anything more to Kesi besides what he'd seen, he had an obligation to find it. To let someone else know her better, to circle in on growing closer to her. To replacing him.
It was unacceptable. Unthinkable. Amenemhat had long reconciled the fact that the ringmaster was responsible utterly for his sister. It was not a necessity borne from guilt, for he had no regrets in preparing his sister. But, it was a necessity borne from circumstance. Assigned to twist and shape Kesi's mind from the dredge of narcotic-induced susceptibility to influence, Amenemhat claimed ownership over Kesi then. It was only years later that he acknowledged the fact that if Kesi were to die, it'd be by his hand. Now, he was forced to understand...
If Kesi were to fall in love, then it must be with me, as well.
"The only thing that Somgi of Cairo was ever right about was drinking that cup of tea that night," he whispered to her, drawing nearer to the sister that needed him so dearly, that looked up to him so much. Fingertips rose to brush along Kesi's jawline, so that his thumb rested right at her chin while his index finger positioned just beneath her ear. He held her jaw in his hand, tipping her face upwards so that when she heard what was to follow, she saw the sincerity in his gaze.
"It doesn't matter what some boy thinks of you, Kesi. This circus is your home. As long as you keep that to heart, you can do no wrong."
Shallow assurances, but not incorrect. So long as Kesi listened to him, she could do no wrong. Others, they could twist her from her path, ingrain in her polluting influences that could serve to deviate her. Kesi without the circus... she would never be whole again.
"Normal?" he didn't want to laugh at the notion, but surely she understood where and what she was. The circus was a throng of freaks and misfits, bound together and reliant on one another. Amenemhat tightened the grasp upon her jawline just enough to hold her in place as he pressed forward and, for the first time, he claimed the girl's lips for his own. A fleeting thing, his kiss lasted but a moment, almost chaste in its delivery before he brought himself to her once again. He sought to take her with a greater fervor, just shy of trying to part her lips with his own before he pulled back.
"You are extraordinary."
I will do anything for my love.
Her jaw was in her hand, and he tilted it upward. Kesi’s breathing slowed to a stop. The world ceased to spin. Everything stood still. It was like when she was performing. Everything around her melted to nothingness. The only thing that existed at this very moment is herself and Nem.
He is my god.
This was what she told her papa. She would do anything for Nem. And never did that change. He was her god, and that sentiment remained. Kesi would slit her own throat if Nem asked her to. Kesi worshiped Nem ever since childhood. Why?
Amenemhat is strong. She could still hear the disgust coming from her voice that day as she looked at her dying father. Nem was right; the only thing he did right was drinking that tea. What did papa know? Nothing. Kesi wasn’t a waste of space. He was.
I will do anything for my love. There it was again—the same proclamation. Kesi looked at the sincerity in his eyes. She was frozen solid, unable to move. Unable to react as her brother inched closer and closer.
He is my god.
The kiss was short, but it set Kesi’s mind aflame. All at once, emotion surged through her. Joy, confusion, adoration, disgust. She didn’t quite understand the disgust, but it was there hidden behind all the other emotions, surging forward all at once before being beaten back down just as quick.
Kesi blinked several times. Her head felt like it was splitting in half. Unbeknownst to Kesi, a war was going on in her head. Everyone wanted control. Everyone wanted to show Nem just how much… they adored him.
You are extraordinary.
“And you are my god,” Came her response, breathless in nature. This was all Kesi had ever wanted. This was all that she had ever dreamed of. Every aspect of her, every personality, every thought revolved around Nem. That kiss was like all of her dreams materialized in one moment. Kesi found the corner of her lips tugging upwards, and the bottom of her teeth grazed her red-ochre tinted lips. She looked up at Nem with the large, innocent brown eyes that were tinged with happiness. She felt Desire creeping in. She wanted Nem. She needed Nem. In just one moment, one small action, Kesi had forgotten her sadness. She had forgotten about Shakir completely. She could, once again, only think of her brother. For years Kesi watched him from afar, a wistful gaze filled with wants and desires. Even when she went so far as to proclaim it, the love was not reciprocated, at least not in the way she felt towards him.
Your love is a lie. No, no, it wasn’t.
Kesi blinked a few more times. Her head was getting worse. Desire was crashing through. She wanted more, needed more. Kesi… wanted it all.
This was her chance.
The girl unfocused for just a second, but when she looked back up at Nem, it wasn’t with round, innocent eyes. They were clouded with lust. It was Desire who had taken control. She shoved the Child to the back of the mind, and now she was before the only person she had ever wanted since being brought to existence; the man who created her… Nem.
She looked at the man before her. There was no one on this planet more handsome than him. Gently, so very gently, Kesi’s hand rose to Nem’s face. She brushed stray locks of hair away from it, past the scar on his brow. Such strong features that define a strong man, Amenemhat was not blessed by the gods; he was one. It was Kesi, who was blessed. She lived at her brother’s side, doing his bidding, serving his will. Kesi loved him, and now she could finally have him.
Desire slowly moved closer to her brother. She could feel the heat of his body. In this world, only the two of them existed. Kesi’s heart pounded. This was her chance, her only chance. Small under him, as a follower should be to her god, the girl said three words and only three words.
“I want you.”
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I will do anything for my love.
Her jaw was in her hand, and he tilted it upward. Kesi’s breathing slowed to a stop. The world ceased to spin. Everything stood still. It was like when she was performing. Everything around her melted to nothingness. The only thing that existed at this very moment is herself and Nem.
He is my god.
This was what she told her papa. She would do anything for Nem. And never did that change. He was her god, and that sentiment remained. Kesi would slit her own throat if Nem asked her to. Kesi worshiped Nem ever since childhood. Why?
Amenemhat is strong. She could still hear the disgust coming from her voice that day as she looked at her dying father. Nem was right; the only thing he did right was drinking that tea. What did papa know? Nothing. Kesi wasn’t a waste of space. He was.
I will do anything for my love. There it was again—the same proclamation. Kesi looked at the sincerity in his eyes. She was frozen solid, unable to move. Unable to react as her brother inched closer and closer.
He is my god.
The kiss was short, but it set Kesi’s mind aflame. All at once, emotion surged through her. Joy, confusion, adoration, disgust. She didn’t quite understand the disgust, but it was there hidden behind all the other emotions, surging forward all at once before being beaten back down just as quick.
Kesi blinked several times. Her head felt like it was splitting in half. Unbeknownst to Kesi, a war was going on in her head. Everyone wanted control. Everyone wanted to show Nem just how much… they adored him.
You are extraordinary.
“And you are my god,” Came her response, breathless in nature. This was all Kesi had ever wanted. This was all that she had ever dreamed of. Every aspect of her, every personality, every thought revolved around Nem. That kiss was like all of her dreams materialized in one moment. Kesi found the corner of her lips tugging upwards, and the bottom of her teeth grazed her red-ochre tinted lips. She looked up at Nem with the large, innocent brown eyes that were tinged with happiness. She felt Desire creeping in. She wanted Nem. She needed Nem. In just one moment, one small action, Kesi had forgotten her sadness. She had forgotten about Shakir completely. She could, once again, only think of her brother. For years Kesi watched him from afar, a wistful gaze filled with wants and desires. Even when she went so far as to proclaim it, the love was not reciprocated, at least not in the way she felt towards him.
Your love is a lie. No, no, it wasn’t.
Kesi blinked a few more times. Her head was getting worse. Desire was crashing through. She wanted more, needed more. Kesi… wanted it all.
This was her chance.
The girl unfocused for just a second, but when she looked back up at Nem, it wasn’t with round, innocent eyes. They were clouded with lust. It was Desire who had taken control. She shoved the Child to the back of the mind, and now she was before the only person she had ever wanted since being brought to existence; the man who created her… Nem.
She looked at the man before her. There was no one on this planet more handsome than him. Gently, so very gently, Kesi’s hand rose to Nem’s face. She brushed stray locks of hair away from it, past the scar on his brow. Such strong features that define a strong man, Amenemhat was not blessed by the gods; he was one. It was Kesi, who was blessed. She lived at her brother’s side, doing his bidding, serving his will. Kesi loved him, and now she could finally have him.
Desire slowly moved closer to her brother. She could feel the heat of his body. In this world, only the two of them existed. Kesi’s heart pounded. This was her chance, her only chance. Small under him, as a follower should be to her god, the girl said three words and only three words.
“I want you.”
I will do anything for my love.
Her jaw was in her hand, and he tilted it upward. Kesi’s breathing slowed to a stop. The world ceased to spin. Everything stood still. It was like when she was performing. Everything around her melted to nothingness. The only thing that existed at this very moment is herself and Nem.
He is my god.
This was what she told her papa. She would do anything for Nem. And never did that change. He was her god, and that sentiment remained. Kesi would slit her own throat if Nem asked her to. Kesi worshiped Nem ever since childhood. Why?
Amenemhat is strong. She could still hear the disgust coming from her voice that day as she looked at her dying father. Nem was right; the only thing he did right was drinking that tea. What did papa know? Nothing. Kesi wasn’t a waste of space. He was.
I will do anything for my love. There it was again—the same proclamation. Kesi looked at the sincerity in his eyes. She was frozen solid, unable to move. Unable to react as her brother inched closer and closer.
He is my god.
The kiss was short, but it set Kesi’s mind aflame. All at once, emotion surged through her. Joy, confusion, adoration, disgust. She didn’t quite understand the disgust, but it was there hidden behind all the other emotions, surging forward all at once before being beaten back down just as quick.
Kesi blinked several times. Her head felt like it was splitting in half. Unbeknownst to Kesi, a war was going on in her head. Everyone wanted control. Everyone wanted to show Nem just how much… they adored him.
You are extraordinary.
“And you are my god,” Came her response, breathless in nature. This was all Kesi had ever wanted. This was all that she had ever dreamed of. Every aspect of her, every personality, every thought revolved around Nem. That kiss was like all of her dreams materialized in one moment. Kesi found the corner of her lips tugging upwards, and the bottom of her teeth grazed her red-ochre tinted lips. She looked up at Nem with the large, innocent brown eyes that were tinged with happiness. She felt Desire creeping in. She wanted Nem. She needed Nem. In just one moment, one small action, Kesi had forgotten her sadness. She had forgotten about Shakir completely. She could, once again, only think of her brother. For years Kesi watched him from afar, a wistful gaze filled with wants and desires. Even when she went so far as to proclaim it, the love was not reciprocated, at least not in the way she felt towards him.
Your love is a lie. No, no, it wasn’t.
Kesi blinked a few more times. Her head was getting worse. Desire was crashing through. She wanted more, needed more. Kesi… wanted it all.
This was her chance.
The girl unfocused for just a second, but when she looked back up at Nem, it wasn’t with round, innocent eyes. They were clouded with lust. It was Desire who had taken control. She shoved the Child to the back of the mind, and now she was before the only person she had ever wanted since being brought to existence; the man who created her… Nem.
She looked at the man before her. There was no one on this planet more handsome than him. Gently, so very gently, Kesi’s hand rose to Nem’s face. She brushed stray locks of hair away from it, past the scar on his brow. Such strong features that define a strong man, Amenemhat was not blessed by the gods; he was one. It was Kesi, who was blessed. She lived at her brother’s side, doing his bidding, serving his will. Kesi loved him, and now she could finally have him.
Desire slowly moved closer to her brother. She could feel the heat of his body. In this world, only the two of them existed. Kesi’s heart pounded. This was her chance, her only chance. Small under him, as a follower should be to her god, the girl said three words and only three words.
“I want you.”
"And you are my god."
Shakir was forgotten, a shade at the edge of existence. He didn't matter and soon enough, he wouldn't exist. Slights against the ringmaster, Amenemhat, and those who drew close to him would be met decisively and he would revel in their anguish as he delivered them to him. The god that Amenemhat worshipped, the one that his grandfather realized was their divine patron all along.
Set.
Amenemhat worshiped not merely the God, but the sphere of Chaos that he made his own. In that chaos, he found his sister, a figure whose mind was buried in shadows, they obscured her true nature to everyone else. But, in this moment, he saw Kesi as she was. The child seemed to wither away in the wake of that admission, ad the kiss pressed into her lips and the world beyond the tent withered into nothingness. Amenemhat didn't know how he couldn't see it before, how the cadences of her voice shifted with the moment, how those brown eyes were laden with such happiness at the simple gesture he'd never seen fit to give to her.
Just as much as Amenemhat lulled his sister away from her distractions, this side of her as it suffused her gaze with desires and wants, as her eyes narrowed and her visage took on a far more deliberate quality to it. She found herself then, and Amenemhat could not tell whether Kesi twisted into the woman she truly was or the shade of what he wanted from her brought to life. But it didn't matter how it came to being, for when it did it demanded simply, she drew closer, pressing into the warmth of his chest before she said those three words.
"I want you."
She thought him a god and yet her wants were so handily delivered to him. Amenemhat chuckled at the notion of her wants, for when they misaligned with his own, he made every effort to deny her of them.
Without me, there is squalor. There is darkness. I am the light that gives your wants meaning.
"I want you."
Of course she did, because he sprung those wants into being. Conditioned byboth Nem himself and his mother, Layla, to worship the ground he walked on, the woman in front of him was a product of machinations, a will beyond her who infested her heart, working her emotions like a marionette and speaking them into being with her mouth.
"I know," he answered first, then he shifted to the tent's tarp and shut the world away. Amenemhat circled around Kesi, taking to the woman's back as his hands trailed along her hips to undo the silver belt that held her garment together, made the nets form-fitting rather than a weave at the mercy of the wind. The belt clattered beneath them as an undelicate touch trailed along her abdomen, fingertips grazing against flesh to leave red lines in their wake. Aggressive was the hand that touched Kesi, for the garments in his way were irrelevant to him.
These were for that man.
By their make and sheen, it was impossible to say otherwise. Kesi had went shopping, deliberately made herself more captivating to entice another man. She'd nearly succeeded, if it weren't for his intervention. She might've brought a force that would undo her, that might tempt her into another life...
So, those garments were irrelevant. Torn to shreds by his callous touch, the ringmaster guided the fabric to hand over her elbows. Then, he bunched them together, intent on guiding Kesi's arms behind her back. He did not answer her proclomation with words. He was well past the point of letting a seductive lilt tempt itself into unnecessary chatter. Amenemhat was an Egyptian, and just as they, he reveled in the pleasures that the nation took to.
With Kesi, he took... precautions. One to enjoy the indulgence of opiates to curl the pleasure deeper into his muscles and carry it more ardently in his blood... He would abstain. He couldn't be sure how influencing Kesi in this moment, in that way, would affect her.
Was it concern for her? Or caution to ensure what might've remained buried never showed its face?
Does it matter?
That's right... It didn't matter. All that mattered was the graze of his teeth along Kesi's shoulder, the pressure of his lips closing near the pulse point. He let a simple growl part his lips to muffle against her flesh, his hand bound to the netted garment that bound her hands where he wanted them. The other laid claim to the woman's breast, kneading it in his palm when he finally told her,
"Show me."
He released her arms and nudged her forward, curious to see what she would do.
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"And you are my god."
Shakir was forgotten, a shade at the edge of existence. He didn't matter and soon enough, he wouldn't exist. Slights against the ringmaster, Amenemhat, and those who drew close to him would be met decisively and he would revel in their anguish as he delivered them to him. The god that Amenemhat worshipped, the one that his grandfather realized was their divine patron all along.
Set.
Amenemhat worshiped not merely the God, but the sphere of Chaos that he made his own. In that chaos, he found his sister, a figure whose mind was buried in shadows, they obscured her true nature to everyone else. But, in this moment, he saw Kesi as she was. The child seemed to wither away in the wake of that admission, ad the kiss pressed into her lips and the world beyond the tent withered into nothingness. Amenemhat didn't know how he couldn't see it before, how the cadences of her voice shifted with the moment, how those brown eyes were laden with such happiness at the simple gesture he'd never seen fit to give to her.
Just as much as Amenemhat lulled his sister away from her distractions, this side of her as it suffused her gaze with desires and wants, as her eyes narrowed and her visage took on a far more deliberate quality to it. She found herself then, and Amenemhat could not tell whether Kesi twisted into the woman she truly was or the shade of what he wanted from her brought to life. But it didn't matter how it came to being, for when it did it demanded simply, she drew closer, pressing into the warmth of his chest before she said those three words.
"I want you."
She thought him a god and yet her wants were so handily delivered to him. Amenemhat chuckled at the notion of her wants, for when they misaligned with his own, he made every effort to deny her of them.
Without me, there is squalor. There is darkness. I am the light that gives your wants meaning.
"I want you."
Of course she did, because he sprung those wants into being. Conditioned byboth Nem himself and his mother, Layla, to worship the ground he walked on, the woman in front of him was a product of machinations, a will beyond her who infested her heart, working her emotions like a marionette and speaking them into being with her mouth.
"I know," he answered first, then he shifted to the tent's tarp and shut the world away. Amenemhat circled around Kesi, taking to the woman's back as his hands trailed along her hips to undo the silver belt that held her garment together, made the nets form-fitting rather than a weave at the mercy of the wind. The belt clattered beneath them as an undelicate touch trailed along her abdomen, fingertips grazing against flesh to leave red lines in their wake. Aggressive was the hand that touched Kesi, for the garments in his way were irrelevant to him.
These were for that man.
By their make and sheen, it was impossible to say otherwise. Kesi had went shopping, deliberately made herself more captivating to entice another man. She'd nearly succeeded, if it weren't for his intervention. She might've brought a force that would undo her, that might tempt her into another life...
So, those garments were irrelevant. Torn to shreds by his callous touch, the ringmaster guided the fabric to hand over her elbows. Then, he bunched them together, intent on guiding Kesi's arms behind her back. He did not answer her proclomation with words. He was well past the point of letting a seductive lilt tempt itself into unnecessary chatter. Amenemhat was an Egyptian, and just as they, he reveled in the pleasures that the nation took to.
With Kesi, he took... precautions. One to enjoy the indulgence of opiates to curl the pleasure deeper into his muscles and carry it more ardently in his blood... He would abstain. He couldn't be sure how influencing Kesi in this moment, in that way, would affect her.
Was it concern for her? Or caution to ensure what might've remained buried never showed its face?
Does it matter?
That's right... It didn't matter. All that mattered was the graze of his teeth along Kesi's shoulder, the pressure of his lips closing near the pulse point. He let a simple growl part his lips to muffle against her flesh, his hand bound to the netted garment that bound her hands where he wanted them. The other laid claim to the woman's breast, kneading it in his palm when he finally told her,
"Show me."
He released her arms and nudged her forward, curious to see what she would do.
"And you are my god."
Shakir was forgotten, a shade at the edge of existence. He didn't matter and soon enough, he wouldn't exist. Slights against the ringmaster, Amenemhat, and those who drew close to him would be met decisively and he would revel in their anguish as he delivered them to him. The god that Amenemhat worshipped, the one that his grandfather realized was their divine patron all along.
Set.
Amenemhat worshiped not merely the God, but the sphere of Chaos that he made his own. In that chaos, he found his sister, a figure whose mind was buried in shadows, they obscured her true nature to everyone else. But, in this moment, he saw Kesi as she was. The child seemed to wither away in the wake of that admission, ad the kiss pressed into her lips and the world beyond the tent withered into nothingness. Amenemhat didn't know how he couldn't see it before, how the cadences of her voice shifted with the moment, how those brown eyes were laden with such happiness at the simple gesture he'd never seen fit to give to her.
Just as much as Amenemhat lulled his sister away from her distractions, this side of her as it suffused her gaze with desires and wants, as her eyes narrowed and her visage took on a far more deliberate quality to it. She found herself then, and Amenemhat could not tell whether Kesi twisted into the woman she truly was or the shade of what he wanted from her brought to life. But it didn't matter how it came to being, for when it did it demanded simply, she drew closer, pressing into the warmth of his chest before she said those three words.
"I want you."
She thought him a god and yet her wants were so handily delivered to him. Amenemhat chuckled at the notion of her wants, for when they misaligned with his own, he made every effort to deny her of them.
Without me, there is squalor. There is darkness. I am the light that gives your wants meaning.
"I want you."
Of course she did, because he sprung those wants into being. Conditioned byboth Nem himself and his mother, Layla, to worship the ground he walked on, the woman in front of him was a product of machinations, a will beyond her who infested her heart, working her emotions like a marionette and speaking them into being with her mouth.
"I know," he answered first, then he shifted to the tent's tarp and shut the world away. Amenemhat circled around Kesi, taking to the woman's back as his hands trailed along her hips to undo the silver belt that held her garment together, made the nets form-fitting rather than a weave at the mercy of the wind. The belt clattered beneath them as an undelicate touch trailed along her abdomen, fingertips grazing against flesh to leave red lines in their wake. Aggressive was the hand that touched Kesi, for the garments in his way were irrelevant to him.
These were for that man.
By their make and sheen, it was impossible to say otherwise. Kesi had went shopping, deliberately made herself more captivating to entice another man. She'd nearly succeeded, if it weren't for his intervention. She might've brought a force that would undo her, that might tempt her into another life...
So, those garments were irrelevant. Torn to shreds by his callous touch, the ringmaster guided the fabric to hand over her elbows. Then, he bunched them together, intent on guiding Kesi's arms behind her back. He did not answer her proclomation with words. He was well past the point of letting a seductive lilt tempt itself into unnecessary chatter. Amenemhat was an Egyptian, and just as they, he reveled in the pleasures that the nation took to.
With Kesi, he took... precautions. One to enjoy the indulgence of opiates to curl the pleasure deeper into his muscles and carry it more ardently in his blood... He would abstain. He couldn't be sure how influencing Kesi in this moment, in that way, would affect her.
Was it concern for her? Or caution to ensure what might've remained buried never showed its face?
Does it matter?
That's right... It didn't matter. All that mattered was the graze of his teeth along Kesi's shoulder, the pressure of his lips closing near the pulse point. He let a simple growl part his lips to muffle against her flesh, his hand bound to the netted garment that bound her hands where he wanted them. The other laid claim to the woman's breast, kneading it in his palm when he finally told her,
"Show me."
He released her arms and nudged her forward, curious to see what she would do.
“I used to live here.” Kesi had told Shakir one time when they were in the market in Alexandria. It was a beautiful day. They were getting supplies needed for the snakes. The market was busy, and it was filled with different scents of spices and herbs that reminded Kesi of her first home- her life before the circus.
”I think I knew that. Was your home around here?” Shakir had asked, grabbing the things from Kesi’s arms so that he could carry them.
”It was in that direction. And over there are the docks. When I was really little Nem and I would go there and eat peaches together.” A memory, the only memory, Kesi had from before the Nile. And even then it was fuzzy, everything but the feeling of pure happiness basically forgotten.
“You talk about your brother a lot,” Shakir had commented as the two continued to step, side by side. His dark hair tousled to the side as he tilted it, looking at Kesi with his deep brown eyes. He almost looked like he was studying her, but there was genuine curiosity tinged within them. “You really care about him, don’t you?
”He saved me,” Kesi answered simply. “He protected me. He loved me. He took care of me. I… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Nem. I owe him everything. I love him”
And Kesi did love Nem. While Shakir had caught Kesi’s interest and gave her a taste of normalcy that something deep within her was desperate to have, Nem gave Kesi something else. He was the architect that gave her purpose. Kesi was a ball of clay that was shaped and molded by Nem’s hand. He taught her when she was most lost, showed her the path when she thought she would never find it again. Shakir gave her warmth, like a comforting blanket. But what Nem gave her was life- something far more precious than what Shakir could ever provide.
Kesi’s heart pounded as Nem drew near, circling her like she was some prey. Her clothes came off- shredded and reminiscent of their father, but not something Kesi had found unusual. For there was one major difference between the two of them: She desired Nem more than anything. Was this what arousal felt like? The nervousness in her stomach, the ache within in her of anticipation. It wasn’t about what Nem wanted right now. For once her body was consumed about what she wanted. She wanted him. She needed him. His touch burned, though it was much gentler than the abuse she had in the past. Yet it left hotter flames than Kesi had felt before, and brought a shiver down her spine.
She couldn’t speak. She didn’t much want to. She just wanted to obey. Show me. Kesi was reacting on instinct. She had no idea what she was doing, honestly. She only had things done to her or was forced to do things she didn’t want to do. But this was different. This was true freedom. And Kesi wanted to grasp at it and never let go.
So she stepped from the broken clothes towards Nem. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she felt a burning of desire deep within her core. Show him? But how? She didn’t stop to question. She just moved. She closed the distance and lifted herself to kiss her brother. But this was no romantic kiss. This wasn’t gentle, but hungry. Already the beast within Kesi was starting to show. Her hands moved behind her brother, and her nails trailed the length of his spine. They didn’t break the skin, but the pressure was there as it moved lower and lower.
Fuck this shendyt. She thought to herself, her upper lip curling as her hands went to rid of it. No more barriers. Kesi wanted nothing between them now. She wanted to serve Amenemhat in all ways. If he wanted her to show him, she would show him.
Kesi dropped to her knees, hands wrapped firmly around his manhood. Her knees- right where a disciple should be when witnessing their god.
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“I used to live here.” Kesi had told Shakir one time when they were in the market in Alexandria. It was a beautiful day. They were getting supplies needed for the snakes. The market was busy, and it was filled with different scents of spices and herbs that reminded Kesi of her first home- her life before the circus.
”I think I knew that. Was your home around here?” Shakir had asked, grabbing the things from Kesi’s arms so that he could carry them.
”It was in that direction. And over there are the docks. When I was really little Nem and I would go there and eat peaches together.” A memory, the only memory, Kesi had from before the Nile. And even then it was fuzzy, everything but the feeling of pure happiness basically forgotten.
“You talk about your brother a lot,” Shakir had commented as the two continued to step, side by side. His dark hair tousled to the side as he tilted it, looking at Kesi with his deep brown eyes. He almost looked like he was studying her, but there was genuine curiosity tinged within them. “You really care about him, don’t you?
”He saved me,” Kesi answered simply. “He protected me. He loved me. He took care of me. I… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Nem. I owe him everything. I love him”
And Kesi did love Nem. While Shakir had caught Kesi’s interest and gave her a taste of normalcy that something deep within her was desperate to have, Nem gave Kesi something else. He was the architect that gave her purpose. Kesi was a ball of clay that was shaped and molded by Nem’s hand. He taught her when she was most lost, showed her the path when she thought she would never find it again. Shakir gave her warmth, like a comforting blanket. But what Nem gave her was life- something far more precious than what Shakir could ever provide.
Kesi’s heart pounded as Nem drew near, circling her like she was some prey. Her clothes came off- shredded and reminiscent of their father, but not something Kesi had found unusual. For there was one major difference between the two of them: She desired Nem more than anything. Was this what arousal felt like? The nervousness in her stomach, the ache within in her of anticipation. It wasn’t about what Nem wanted right now. For once her body was consumed about what she wanted. She wanted him. She needed him. His touch burned, though it was much gentler than the abuse she had in the past. Yet it left hotter flames than Kesi had felt before, and brought a shiver down her spine.
She couldn’t speak. She didn’t much want to. She just wanted to obey. Show me. Kesi was reacting on instinct. She had no idea what she was doing, honestly. She only had things done to her or was forced to do things she didn’t want to do. But this was different. This was true freedom. And Kesi wanted to grasp at it and never let go.
So she stepped from the broken clothes towards Nem. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she felt a burning of desire deep within her core. Show him? But how? She didn’t stop to question. She just moved. She closed the distance and lifted herself to kiss her brother. But this was no romantic kiss. This wasn’t gentle, but hungry. Already the beast within Kesi was starting to show. Her hands moved behind her brother, and her nails trailed the length of his spine. They didn’t break the skin, but the pressure was there as it moved lower and lower.
Fuck this shendyt. She thought to herself, her upper lip curling as her hands went to rid of it. No more barriers. Kesi wanted nothing between them now. She wanted to serve Amenemhat in all ways. If he wanted her to show him, she would show him.
Kesi dropped to her knees, hands wrapped firmly around his manhood. Her knees- right where a disciple should be when witnessing their god.
“I used to live here.” Kesi had told Shakir one time when they were in the market in Alexandria. It was a beautiful day. They were getting supplies needed for the snakes. The market was busy, and it was filled with different scents of spices and herbs that reminded Kesi of her first home- her life before the circus.
”I think I knew that. Was your home around here?” Shakir had asked, grabbing the things from Kesi’s arms so that he could carry them.
”It was in that direction. And over there are the docks. When I was really little Nem and I would go there and eat peaches together.” A memory, the only memory, Kesi had from before the Nile. And even then it was fuzzy, everything but the feeling of pure happiness basically forgotten.
“You talk about your brother a lot,” Shakir had commented as the two continued to step, side by side. His dark hair tousled to the side as he tilted it, looking at Kesi with his deep brown eyes. He almost looked like he was studying her, but there was genuine curiosity tinged within them. “You really care about him, don’t you?
”He saved me,” Kesi answered simply. “He protected me. He loved me. He took care of me. I… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Nem. I owe him everything. I love him”
And Kesi did love Nem. While Shakir had caught Kesi’s interest and gave her a taste of normalcy that something deep within her was desperate to have, Nem gave Kesi something else. He was the architect that gave her purpose. Kesi was a ball of clay that was shaped and molded by Nem’s hand. He taught her when she was most lost, showed her the path when she thought she would never find it again. Shakir gave her warmth, like a comforting blanket. But what Nem gave her was life- something far more precious than what Shakir could ever provide.
Kesi’s heart pounded as Nem drew near, circling her like she was some prey. Her clothes came off- shredded and reminiscent of their father, but not something Kesi had found unusual. For there was one major difference between the two of them: She desired Nem more than anything. Was this what arousal felt like? The nervousness in her stomach, the ache within in her of anticipation. It wasn’t about what Nem wanted right now. For once her body was consumed about what she wanted. She wanted him. She needed him. His touch burned, though it was much gentler than the abuse she had in the past. Yet it left hotter flames than Kesi had felt before, and brought a shiver down her spine.
She couldn’t speak. She didn’t much want to. She just wanted to obey. Show me. Kesi was reacting on instinct. She had no idea what she was doing, honestly. She only had things done to her or was forced to do things she didn’t want to do. But this was different. This was true freedom. And Kesi wanted to grasp at it and never let go.
So she stepped from the broken clothes towards Nem. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she felt a burning of desire deep within her core. Show him? But how? She didn’t stop to question. She just moved. She closed the distance and lifted herself to kiss her brother. But this was no romantic kiss. This wasn’t gentle, but hungry. Already the beast within Kesi was starting to show. Her hands moved behind her brother, and her nails trailed the length of his spine. They didn’t break the skin, but the pressure was there as it moved lower and lower.
Fuck this shendyt. She thought to herself, her upper lip curling as her hands went to rid of it. No more barriers. Kesi wanted nothing between them now. She wanted to serve Amenemhat in all ways. If he wanted her to show him, she would show him.
Kesi dropped to her knees, hands wrapped firmly around his manhood. Her knees- right where a disciple should be when witnessing their god.
Amememhat never sought to deny himself. While Egypt's laws were separated form the Tempest of Set, its nature was imbued within the very core of the circus. To worship the God of Chaos was to unhinge oneself from their inhibitions, from their boundaries. In this worship, one came alive in a way that nothing else ever could. At least for Amenemhat, a being bound in by expectation in the past, chaos was liberation. Ambitions and desires, they would never be out of his reach, and now... there was only one desire that tugged at his consciousness now. His instruction to Kesi permitted him a moment to merely observe as the netting covering over her fell to the floor with her simple movement. Her step towards him had that same smoldering gaze within it.
Kesi was ignited, and the ringmaster took a steep pleasure in the fact that he'd thrust that emotion upon her. She lifted herself on her toes, reaching up to claim his lips. An arm curled around the snake charmer's waist, binding her to his chest as she took what she wanted. Lips parted under a voracious exchange, nails coursing along the frame of his spine bringing a sharp intake of breath as his tongue entwined with her own. She got close to breaking his skin, but yet... she didn't. Was she remiss to 'mar' him? Or was she not yet so engrossed in this?
Part of Amenemhat wanted to feel it, that moment when his skin broke under her ministrations. If Amenemhat was an architect for the cause of chaos, then Kesi was his creation. A being so firmly entrenched in blood and darkness hidden under a veneer of innocence. Was that the mask and this her true self?
"You hold youself back," he breathed in her ear, just as she pried the shendyt from his waist. It fell and with it, Kesi did as well, placing herself on her knees and wrapping her hands around his manhood. It was a fitting position for her, the creation looking up to her architect, her creator. Her god. Nem wouldn't ever call himself a God. It was a confusing title to attribute to him. But, each God had their idols. If the members of the Tempest of Set confused him with the deity himself, then all of their actions moved to service the cause and in doing so, served him just as readily.
Kesi, however, sought to serve Amenemhat. The ringmaster had every intention of making use of that desire, reveling in it. Just as Kesi was suffused with need, the ringmaster was, as well. Evidenced by the stiffening of his length in her hands, Nem could wait and see what Kesi would do. Or, he could take control. Far more tempted into that latter choice, he shifted, letting his digits dance along her shoulder blade before knitting them into the hairs at her nape. He pulled her head back so that she lifted to meet his gaze.
"Lower your hands."
A simple instruction, and he awaited her obedience before he replaced her hand with his own. He guided the length so that the tip settled between Kesi's lips, his dark eyes clouded, with desire, but also... that steep sense of elation that came with claiming control.
"Open your mouth," he commanded her next, his lips curving just slightly as he guided the tip past her lips and into her maw. Kesi, despite the desire that steeped, seemed at a loss. How to proceed... well, he intended to guide her.
Somgi of Cairo twisted this woman. Tormented her. I will free her from that poison.
If it meant claiming her, ravaging her... then it was a pleasure they could both share in as Amenemhat shaped Kesi yet again.
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Amememhat never sought to deny himself. While Egypt's laws were separated form the Tempest of Set, its nature was imbued within the very core of the circus. To worship the God of Chaos was to unhinge oneself from their inhibitions, from their boundaries. In this worship, one came alive in a way that nothing else ever could. At least for Amenemhat, a being bound in by expectation in the past, chaos was liberation. Ambitions and desires, they would never be out of his reach, and now... there was only one desire that tugged at his consciousness now. His instruction to Kesi permitted him a moment to merely observe as the netting covering over her fell to the floor with her simple movement. Her step towards him had that same smoldering gaze within it.
Kesi was ignited, and the ringmaster took a steep pleasure in the fact that he'd thrust that emotion upon her. She lifted herself on her toes, reaching up to claim his lips. An arm curled around the snake charmer's waist, binding her to his chest as she took what she wanted. Lips parted under a voracious exchange, nails coursing along the frame of his spine bringing a sharp intake of breath as his tongue entwined with her own. She got close to breaking his skin, but yet... she didn't. Was she remiss to 'mar' him? Or was she not yet so engrossed in this?
Part of Amenemhat wanted to feel it, that moment when his skin broke under her ministrations. If Amenemhat was an architect for the cause of chaos, then Kesi was his creation. A being so firmly entrenched in blood and darkness hidden under a veneer of innocence. Was that the mask and this her true self?
"You hold youself back," he breathed in her ear, just as she pried the shendyt from his waist. It fell and with it, Kesi did as well, placing herself on her knees and wrapping her hands around his manhood. It was a fitting position for her, the creation looking up to her architect, her creator. Her god. Nem wouldn't ever call himself a God. It was a confusing title to attribute to him. But, each God had their idols. If the members of the Tempest of Set confused him with the deity himself, then all of their actions moved to service the cause and in doing so, served him just as readily.
Kesi, however, sought to serve Amenemhat. The ringmaster had every intention of making use of that desire, reveling in it. Just as Kesi was suffused with need, the ringmaster was, as well. Evidenced by the stiffening of his length in her hands, Nem could wait and see what Kesi would do. Or, he could take control. Far more tempted into that latter choice, he shifted, letting his digits dance along her shoulder blade before knitting them into the hairs at her nape. He pulled her head back so that she lifted to meet his gaze.
"Lower your hands."
A simple instruction, and he awaited her obedience before he replaced her hand with his own. He guided the length so that the tip settled between Kesi's lips, his dark eyes clouded, with desire, but also... that steep sense of elation that came with claiming control.
"Open your mouth," he commanded her next, his lips curving just slightly as he guided the tip past her lips and into her maw. Kesi, despite the desire that steeped, seemed at a loss. How to proceed... well, he intended to guide her.
Somgi of Cairo twisted this woman. Tormented her. I will free her from that poison.
If it meant claiming her, ravaging her... then it was a pleasure they could both share in as Amenemhat shaped Kesi yet again.
Amememhat never sought to deny himself. While Egypt's laws were separated form the Tempest of Set, its nature was imbued within the very core of the circus. To worship the God of Chaos was to unhinge oneself from their inhibitions, from their boundaries. In this worship, one came alive in a way that nothing else ever could. At least for Amenemhat, a being bound in by expectation in the past, chaos was liberation. Ambitions and desires, they would never be out of his reach, and now... there was only one desire that tugged at his consciousness now. His instruction to Kesi permitted him a moment to merely observe as the netting covering over her fell to the floor with her simple movement. Her step towards him had that same smoldering gaze within it.
Kesi was ignited, and the ringmaster took a steep pleasure in the fact that he'd thrust that emotion upon her. She lifted herself on her toes, reaching up to claim his lips. An arm curled around the snake charmer's waist, binding her to his chest as she took what she wanted. Lips parted under a voracious exchange, nails coursing along the frame of his spine bringing a sharp intake of breath as his tongue entwined with her own. She got close to breaking his skin, but yet... she didn't. Was she remiss to 'mar' him? Or was she not yet so engrossed in this?
Part of Amenemhat wanted to feel it, that moment when his skin broke under her ministrations. If Amenemhat was an architect for the cause of chaos, then Kesi was his creation. A being so firmly entrenched in blood and darkness hidden under a veneer of innocence. Was that the mask and this her true self?
"You hold youself back," he breathed in her ear, just as she pried the shendyt from his waist. It fell and with it, Kesi did as well, placing herself on her knees and wrapping her hands around his manhood. It was a fitting position for her, the creation looking up to her architect, her creator. Her god. Nem wouldn't ever call himself a God. It was a confusing title to attribute to him. But, each God had their idols. If the members of the Tempest of Set confused him with the deity himself, then all of their actions moved to service the cause and in doing so, served him just as readily.
Kesi, however, sought to serve Amenemhat. The ringmaster had every intention of making use of that desire, reveling in it. Just as Kesi was suffused with need, the ringmaster was, as well. Evidenced by the stiffening of his length in her hands, Nem could wait and see what Kesi would do. Or, he could take control. Far more tempted into that latter choice, he shifted, letting his digits dance along her shoulder blade before knitting them into the hairs at her nape. He pulled her head back so that she lifted to meet his gaze.
"Lower your hands."
A simple instruction, and he awaited her obedience before he replaced her hand with his own. He guided the length so that the tip settled between Kesi's lips, his dark eyes clouded, with desire, but also... that steep sense of elation that came with claiming control.
"Open your mouth," he commanded her next, his lips curving just slightly as he guided the tip past her lips and into her maw. Kesi, despite the desire that steeped, seemed at a loss. How to proceed... well, he intended to guide her.
Somgi of Cairo twisted this woman. Tormented her. I will free her from that poison.
If it meant claiming her, ravaging her... then it was a pleasure they could both share in as Amenemhat shaped Kesi yet again.
Amenemhat may not have realized it but in just one sentence he had given her the worst insult anyone had ever given her before. You hold yourself back. Hearing those words from her brother, from the man she loved more than life itself, felt as if a venomous dagger was plunged deep into her heart. It twisted over and over again as the words echoed. You hold yourself back. You hold yourself back.
Kesi never held herself back.
The desire now to scratch him, to bite him, to throw herself at him overwhelmed her. She would have done so. She’d have unleashed herself was it not for his next words. Lower your hands. Simple orders than without even thinking Kesi found herself obeying- her body moving before her mind could even finish processing what he was saying. Inside, however, she reeled. She was like the tigers pacing their cages, wild but at any moment she would burst forth.
Open your mouth. Kesi obeyed as she took him deep inside her mouth. Back and forth she bobbed her head, getting closer and closer to the base each time. She’d only allow herself just a little bit of air before going right back to his manhood, caring not if she were to gag- she just wanted him to have pleasure. She wanted what he wanted.
”What do you think, Shakir? Do you think Nem would like this?” Kesi held up a topaz-colored sash. It was brilliant and expensive- something that only someone with status should have. The marketplace was busy this afternoon with merchants from all over stopping by before traveling on. It was the perfect opportunity to find something for her brother, something that would make him smile. “I’m going to buy it.”
Shakir nodded absent-mindedly. His fingers were running over different beaded bracelets of brilliant shades, blues, and greens. “What do you think of this, Kesi? Do you like it?” Shakir held up a bracelet. It was small. It wouldn’t fit a man’s wrist, it would be much better for a woman.
“I don’t think that’s Nem’s taste. It wouldn’t fit anyway.” Kesi said as she handed over the coin for the sash. “This is more his style.”
"No, silly," Shakir laughed. "I’m asking if you like it. For you, Kesi. What do you like?"
Her eyebrows knitted confused. What did Kesi like? She never shopped for things she liked before, at least not unless there was a specific purpose. Anytime she was out shopping it was always for Nem. Kesi came second to him. She never thought about what she liked before.
Shakir just laughed as he slid the bracelet onto her wrist. “I’ll buy this,” he said as he held up Kesi’s hand towards the seller. He fished out the money and handed it to the merchant. "C’mon Kesi. You said you enjoyed peaches?"
What did she want? Kesi finally knew the answer to his question. Her eyes snapped upwards towards Nem. She pulled away and started kissing up his chest. As she did she ran her nails up his back, no longer holding herself back. They dug in, bringing scarlet in their wake. “I want you,” she said as her lips reached his shoulder. She bit down on it. She wanted to mark him. She wanted him to be her’s.
He will be her’s.
Her fingers left his back and went to his jaw where she grasped it, blood smearing onto his face. She wanted him to see her eyes. She wanted him to see just how much she desired this. Just how feral he made her. She wanted him to look at her when she said, “Fuck me, Amenemhat.”
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Amenemhat may not have realized it but in just one sentence he had given her the worst insult anyone had ever given her before. You hold yourself back. Hearing those words from her brother, from the man she loved more than life itself, felt as if a venomous dagger was plunged deep into her heart. It twisted over and over again as the words echoed. You hold yourself back. You hold yourself back.
Kesi never held herself back.
The desire now to scratch him, to bite him, to throw herself at him overwhelmed her. She would have done so. She’d have unleashed herself was it not for his next words. Lower your hands. Simple orders than without even thinking Kesi found herself obeying- her body moving before her mind could even finish processing what he was saying. Inside, however, she reeled. She was like the tigers pacing their cages, wild but at any moment she would burst forth.
Open your mouth. Kesi obeyed as she took him deep inside her mouth. Back and forth she bobbed her head, getting closer and closer to the base each time. She’d only allow herself just a little bit of air before going right back to his manhood, caring not if she were to gag- she just wanted him to have pleasure. She wanted what he wanted.
”What do you think, Shakir? Do you think Nem would like this?” Kesi held up a topaz-colored sash. It was brilliant and expensive- something that only someone with status should have. The marketplace was busy this afternoon with merchants from all over stopping by before traveling on. It was the perfect opportunity to find something for her brother, something that would make him smile. “I’m going to buy it.”
Shakir nodded absent-mindedly. His fingers were running over different beaded bracelets of brilliant shades, blues, and greens. “What do you think of this, Kesi? Do you like it?” Shakir held up a bracelet. It was small. It wouldn’t fit a man’s wrist, it would be much better for a woman.
“I don’t think that’s Nem’s taste. It wouldn’t fit anyway.” Kesi said as she handed over the coin for the sash. “This is more his style.”
"No, silly," Shakir laughed. "I’m asking if you like it. For you, Kesi. What do you like?"
Her eyebrows knitted confused. What did Kesi like? She never shopped for things she liked before, at least not unless there was a specific purpose. Anytime she was out shopping it was always for Nem. Kesi came second to him. She never thought about what she liked before.
Shakir just laughed as he slid the bracelet onto her wrist. “I’ll buy this,” he said as he held up Kesi’s hand towards the seller. He fished out the money and handed it to the merchant. "C’mon Kesi. You said you enjoyed peaches?"
What did she want? Kesi finally knew the answer to his question. Her eyes snapped upwards towards Nem. She pulled away and started kissing up his chest. As she did she ran her nails up his back, no longer holding herself back. They dug in, bringing scarlet in their wake. “I want you,” she said as her lips reached his shoulder. She bit down on it. She wanted to mark him. She wanted him to be her’s.
He will be her’s.
Her fingers left his back and went to his jaw where she grasped it, blood smearing onto his face. She wanted him to see her eyes. She wanted him to see just how much she desired this. Just how feral he made her. She wanted him to look at her when she said, “Fuck me, Amenemhat.”
Amenemhat may not have realized it but in just one sentence he had given her the worst insult anyone had ever given her before. You hold yourself back. Hearing those words from her brother, from the man she loved more than life itself, felt as if a venomous dagger was plunged deep into her heart. It twisted over and over again as the words echoed. You hold yourself back. You hold yourself back.
Kesi never held herself back.
The desire now to scratch him, to bite him, to throw herself at him overwhelmed her. She would have done so. She’d have unleashed herself was it not for his next words. Lower your hands. Simple orders than without even thinking Kesi found herself obeying- her body moving before her mind could even finish processing what he was saying. Inside, however, she reeled. She was like the tigers pacing their cages, wild but at any moment she would burst forth.
Open your mouth. Kesi obeyed as she took him deep inside her mouth. Back and forth she bobbed her head, getting closer and closer to the base each time. She’d only allow herself just a little bit of air before going right back to his manhood, caring not if she were to gag- she just wanted him to have pleasure. She wanted what he wanted.
”What do you think, Shakir? Do you think Nem would like this?” Kesi held up a topaz-colored sash. It was brilliant and expensive- something that only someone with status should have. The marketplace was busy this afternoon with merchants from all over stopping by before traveling on. It was the perfect opportunity to find something for her brother, something that would make him smile. “I’m going to buy it.”
Shakir nodded absent-mindedly. His fingers were running over different beaded bracelets of brilliant shades, blues, and greens. “What do you think of this, Kesi? Do you like it?” Shakir held up a bracelet. It was small. It wouldn’t fit a man’s wrist, it would be much better for a woman.
“I don’t think that’s Nem’s taste. It wouldn’t fit anyway.” Kesi said as she handed over the coin for the sash. “This is more his style.”
"No, silly," Shakir laughed. "I’m asking if you like it. For you, Kesi. What do you like?"
Her eyebrows knitted confused. What did Kesi like? She never shopped for things she liked before, at least not unless there was a specific purpose. Anytime she was out shopping it was always for Nem. Kesi came second to him. She never thought about what she liked before.
Shakir just laughed as he slid the bracelet onto her wrist. “I’ll buy this,” he said as he held up Kesi’s hand towards the seller. He fished out the money and handed it to the merchant. "C’mon Kesi. You said you enjoyed peaches?"
What did she want? Kesi finally knew the answer to his question. Her eyes snapped upwards towards Nem. She pulled away and started kissing up his chest. As she did she ran her nails up his back, no longer holding herself back. They dug in, bringing scarlet in their wake. “I want you,” she said as her lips reached his shoulder. She bit down on it. She wanted to mark him. She wanted him to be her’s.
He will be her’s.
Her fingers left his back and went to his jaw where she grasped it, blood smearing onto his face. She wanted him to see her eyes. She wanted him to see just how much she desired this. Just how feral he made her. She wanted him to look at her when she said, “Fuck me, Amenemhat.”
