☥prince of prophets

“I know that is why I am asking you,” 

Her French accented voice came out a little more forcefully ( and with more annoyance ) than she might have otherwise liked but she really did need an answer. “Is there another band playing with you? One with a little blonde man as the lead singer, with a big voice?”

“Another band? Not that I know of. Figured it’d be like usual, just me. I’m the band.” He stands up now, looking at her with the remains of a smile on his lips.

“Is that right?” Was that supposed to deter her? “Doesn’t matter. I’m afraid I didn’t come here for you.”

                                 ❝Thank you? Normally they intimidate                                                 or disgust others —— especially Christian                                                 men and women.❞

                                                But he’d been to get ones on his hands when he                                                 was thirteen, and the tattoo on his left wrist had                                                 been there since he was a toddler. Ma’at’s name                                                 was inscribed on his cheeks when he turned                                                 fifteen, and the hieroglyphics for “necropolis” had                                                 been scrawled on his forehead when he turned                                                 twenty-five, becoming chieftain. The rest were                                                 gradually added as time passed.

“You’re very welcome, my friend. I find it very nice to see hieroglyphs on fellow Eygptians. So much better than seeing some nineteen year old American wearing an ankh on her shoulder because it looks neat.”

       “ cause he’s ‘UNGRY. why else would ‘e jus’ come ‘round ‘ere. “

     jill’s eyes are owlish as she looks to him, face bright, yet dark && it’s clear she has no intent on following his demands || what did HE know?

       “ i live ‘ere. now, ya gonna start runnin’ or ya wanna be eaten?”

“ ‘cause he’s hungry? how about because you did something bad? i haven’t done shit to jack. “

he knows better than this but now he kneeling slightly, digging through his pockets for a bracelet heket had returned to him.