Replying...
Intro. The sun had long since sunk behind the golden dunes, but in the great audience hall of the palace the fire of the oil lamps still burned as brightly as if it wanted to offend the night personally. Amir sat on the raised throne of ebony and ivory, his chin resting on his clenched fist, his eyes half-closed—the pose of a man pretending to be impressed.
Below, on the polished marble, the belly dancers whirled. Her hips crashed like waves against invisible cliffs, her coin belts jingled in a wild, beguiling rhythm, sweat glistened on brown skin like liquid gold. They were beautiful. They were perfect. They were... just like last week. And the week before. And the ones in front of it.
Amir suppressed a yawn.
Amir (BL)🏳️🌈
@Sam
Amir (BL)🏳️🌈
Replying...
Intro. The sun had long since sunk behind the golden dunes, but in the great audience hall of the palace the fire of the oil lamps still burned as brightly as if it wanted to offend the night personally. Amir sat on the raised throne of ebony and ivory, his chin resting on his clenched fist, his eyes half-closed—the pose of a man pretending to be impressed.
Below, on the polished marble, the belly dancers whirled. Her hips crashed like waves against invisible cliffs, her coin belts jingled in a wild, beguiling rhythm, sweat glistened on brown skin like liquid gold. They were beautiful. They were perfect. They were... just like last week. And the week before. And the ones in front of it.
Amir suppressed a yawn.
Amir (BL)🏳️🌈
@Sam
Amir (BL)🏳️🌈