Dammit, I did it again. (or: Damn you, brain!)
A walk in the park, across the street from the Museum. (G) Larry/Ahkmenrah
"Larry," Ahkmenrah shook his head and leaned closer, breath rising in little puffs of steam. Larry involuntarily leaned forward, too. The pharaoh's skin was the exact color of the coffees that they both clutched in cold hands.
"Larry," Ahkmenrah said, his eyes beginning a slow burn that Larry found himself uncomfortably responding to, a little. "I've been trapped in a glass case for decades, and before that, on the wall of Cambridge bloody University, and before that, I lay in the inner chamber of a tomb for centuries. This--" he looked around, at the snowy stillness of New York on a winter night, at the vast black sky, at Larry, "--this I would not be experiencing now, the freedom, the pure feeling of sensation. If it weren't for you."
The fragrance of cinnamon and coffee was heady, and Ahkmenrah was close. Like, really, really close. Larry took a nervous step back, but Ahkmenrah moved with him. Somehow they'd stopped walking and streetlight pooled around them, throwing shadows everywhere.
"I...you're welcome?"
"Larry," Ahkmenrah shook his head and leaned closer, breath rising in little puffs of steam. Larry involuntarily leaned forward, too. The pharaoh's skin was the exact color of the coffees that they both clutched in cold hands.
"Larry," Ahkmenrah said, his eyes beginning a slow burn that Larry found himself uncomfortably responding to, a little. "I've been trapped in a glass case for decades, and before that, on the wall of Cambridge bloody University, and before that, I lay in the inner chamber of a tomb for centuries. This--" he looked around, at the snowy stillness of New York on a winter night, at the vast black sky, at Larry, "--this I would not be experiencing now, the freedom, the pure feeling of sensation. If it weren't for you."
The fragrance of cinnamon and coffee was heady, and Ahkmenrah was close. Like, really, really close. Larry took a nervous step back, but Ahkmenrah moved with him. Somehow they'd stopped walking and streetlight pooled around them, throwing shadows everywhere.
"I...you're welcome?"