he imagines a beauty much like hers could bring any to their knees , but it is simply a byproduct of his person to keep his own locked in place. it does not mean they are not weakened , no. his legs tremble each time she is near , although the moment passes much quicker now. he , promised an eternity with her , is ever grateful. 

he still struggles to say it aloud. 

❛ we can take our time. ❜ he traipses grasslands and low hills , the heartbeat of the motherland steady beneath his bare feet. his eyes glow at the forefront of a sunset as he holds her hand in his own gentle as a cat. to be delicate is never to coddle but to show favor. of course , he shows favor to very little , and for him to be delicate is for the world to freeze long enough for him to inhale. it is crucial. 

in a time long ago he would have shown her the devotion she deserves.     but now he can no longer even worship the giver of his own name.     for the sun,     once the source of his belief,     is now a mortal enemy.     he has been born again,     not as a child of isis,     but of something sinister.     and how could her sister still reign over him,     when death can no longer touch him as it used to  ?       ‘   are you a ghost of your former self as well  ?   ’