#flamebathe

@dorogava / @moriose WHICHEVER BLOG UR ON RN BABE.....UR KILLIN IT 🥰💖

YOU'VE MET WITH A TERRIBLE FATE, HAVEN'T YOU

he’s  being  followed  .  he  doesn’t  know  when  it  started  ,  but  it’s  getting  worse  .  they’re  getting  closer  .  shawky  frantically  navigates  the  streets  of  cairo  ,  constantly  readjusting  the  leather  bag  strapped  across  his  shoulders  ,  silently  praying  for  somewhere  to  hide  as  three  burly  men  stomp  through  the  crowds  behind  him  .  every  time  he  looks  over  his  shoulder  ,  he  spots  them  ,  looming  ,  pillars  of  muscle  (  and  probably  guns  )  rushing  after  him  .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚊𝚐  .  they  want  the  artifact  in  his  bag  .  they  want  him  DEAD  ,  too  ,  and  it’s  clear  by  their  focused  ,  angry  expressions  that  they’re  not  giving  up  .  at  long  last  ,  as  he  weaves  in  and  out  of  streets  and  shops  ,  shawky  ducks  into  the  khan  el-kalili  souk  and  spots  a  line-up  of  tables  and  chairs  — —  a  café  .  without  even  thinking  ,  shawky  grabs  an  empty  chair  at  a  table  and  sits  down  across  from  its  occupant  .  ❝  i’m  so  sorry  to  interrupt  you  ,  @flamebathe​  .  please  .  i  need  —  ❞  shawky  removes  his  glasses  and  shoves  the  bag  under  the  table  .  ❝  —  to  blend  in  .  ❞

      You’re fucking dead, kiddo. ”

CORRECT.

❛ How is there glory in taking life? We die so easily. ❜ She says it without a hint of accusation, more in a matter-of-fact way. After all Annora too has killed, for her country and the crown, yet she’d never felt any pride about it. 

He drops down next to them on the settee rather inelegantly.  Perhaps not the right way to start a serious conversation, but Dominik can hardly go back now and he wouldn’t want to. ❛ It must have taken courage to return. ❜ His voice is all softness as he speaks, no pressure, only the offer to share whatever Aalia has on their mind.