#amun

“You may have my tracker, Mauro,” Amun said.

Marcus paused, his entire speech foiled by Amun's guess work. All his rehearsed arguments of the twins' value and their promise to take care of the tracker would never reach Amun's ears. Days worth of careful planning and practice conversations would not be allowed to seek soil and bloom. Excellent. “Thank you, Amun.”

And I was pondering over them for a long time. It felt like... Idk, Marcus shouldn't get upset over something like that? It felt ooc for Marcus i guess? But then, for some reason, I kept coming back to the scene, because knowing the writer and knowing there is almost always a plan behind word choices I tried to find a possible in universe reason for it.

Unknowingly to the for-a-good-millenia-now christian people, the festival was originally dedicated to the god of sun, and the connection was never broken, thus, Amun was attending. He had no choice really, but you would never find him complaining about how people chose to worship him.

Demetri was wrapped up in the dance circle and Caius was sitting among the many spectators on a chair, vaguely watching. Amun sat besides him far more distracted and at the same time, far more focused. It was always overwhelming to be around people during these days. All their happiness was passed to him, all their words and drinks and pleasures were gifted to him in turn. And so, feeling a little drunken on the atmosphere, he watched his child smile and laugh and enjoy. Demetri had never seemed to like or dislike anything while he was in Egypt. "He looks happy," he said to Caius who turned to face him, surprised to be addressed so by the sun god. "Good job." Amun nearly regreted it as soon as the words left his lips. Caius' face seemed to fall apart, his jaw tensed and his eyes almost hurt Amun's skin where they gazed at him. When he spoke, Caius sounded breathless. "It's my honor to be trusted with a child of the sun god. Your praise is more than I could ask for." Amun heard it, saw it in all the future possibilities and could not help but turn to face the Roman. A dog, sitting beside him, thirsty, panting and yet, still, waiting loyally for the command. Amun turned back to the festival, his eyebrows coming down, realising he has been pulled into a game that he could not see himself win. "You're crazy, soldier." Caius did not move his gaze, did not speak or nod or hum, leaving Amun to trap himself and definitively speak the losing words. "You don't know what you're asking for. I am light. I will hurt you." And like that, he lost to Caius' quiet "Please."

Amun stood up abruptly. Caius followed him. They didn't go far. Just around the building, pretending to have some privacy there. Caius was kissing him like he could not breathe unless through him. It was quick and desperate and Amun was not lying when he said he was light. It was unlike anything Caius had experienced before and he was going to feel it for days later.