📿: “Would it be possible for me to remain in your home for a day or two? I shall see that you are properly compensated once I have returned to my sanctuary.”
Exhausted by the blood and sweat, she had removed her robe, leaving herself unclothed, both hands covering her body.
Laquadia’s lips had twisted into a doubtful expression. Before her, the cave had become some manner of… refuge? Laboratory?
The enormous, unfamiliar creature dwelled within, and, somehow, was capable of speaking the Egyptian language.
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𝓽he sharp tang of copper filled
the clinic、 heavier than it had
been moments before. vesper
didn't bother hiding it. two
bodies lay slumped against the
back wall、 their forms twisted in
the unnatural ways only trauma
and vesper's surgical precision
could manage. the
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She smiled, her blue-painted lips curling with quiet conviction. After inclining that head in a courteous gesture, Laquadia looked directly into her hostess’s eyes.
📿: “I am certain the Queen will send a rescue party for me.”
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Suddenly, she caught sight of a shadow.
It was already too late to hide.
The priestess slowly turned, coming face to face with whoever, or whatever, dwelt within.
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📿: “Goddess Isis, help me...”
Desperate, the blue-haired priestess ventured into the mouth of the cave. Only minutes earlier, she had fled a savage attack, while the Queen’s escort fought to defend her.
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Overwhelmed with distress, she pressed deeper into the natural cavern.
There was a strange scent in the air, one she could not quite place. It was pleasant, yet intense, and somehow only made the oppressive heat coursing through her body feel all the more unbearable.
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The moment the young lady entered the water, the enchantment would awaken. And then... Only Heavens could know what fate awaited the noblewoman.
📿: “𝑀mm... How utterly delightful. Do come in, my dear. Allow me to acquaint you with a little of that famed Egyptian hospitality.”
Satisfied, the elder woman ushered her into a spacious chamber. At its heart lay a shallow pool, its still waters reflecting the muted light.
📿: “𝑌ou have yet to grace me with your name. I am quite certain it must be exquisitely sweet.”
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𝓡egardless of the proper introduction 、
it wouldn’t take long for the wandering
witch to figure out the hierarchy of the
sanctuary 𓂃 hues only get distracted
by the presence of the other women
for a second ‿ a dark caramel hue
ignites on visage as kiss lands . ͙֒
⠀
She was the first to descend into the water.
As the coolness enveloped her, the priestess gently bit that lower lip, savouring the change in temperature. Her golden gaze remained fixed upon her guest, lingering on the delicate lipstick imprint still adorning her forehead.
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📿: “𝑌our skin is remarkably warm... Are you feeling faint, child? Our sun can be quite merciless upon women unaccustomed to its severity.”
She then added, with a maternal smile:
📿: “𝑆hould it please you, we might share a bath together.”
The blue-haired lady merely inclined her head, graciously respecting her decision to remain silent.
Before long, they crossed the threshold of the temple: a place steeped in an enigmatic, antiquated beauty, inhabited by young women clad in robes identical to Laquadia’s.
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❝ Much obliged . ❞
It felt like hell on earth 、this heat
was unbearable . If they weren’t on
public her veil would go from some
to naught .
Cue 、a hand fanning her face .
Seeming agelast at the last question .
❝ I’d rather keep that private for now . ❞
⤷
⠀
With that, Laquadia drew near and, with exquisite gentleness, pressed her lips to the foreigner’s forehead.
Where that delicate kiss had fallen, it left behind a peculiar bluish mark, whose mysterious influence would soon begin to 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑...
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