Teomitl is blazing, burning sunlight, walking through the world as though he’s covered in gold. When he is crowned...ah, when he is crowned he’ll be magnificent, the greatest Revered Speaker the Empire has ever known. Already he grows in power and wisdom by the day. By the time he’s ready for the throne, he’ll erase Tizoc’s name like mist.
And he turns and meets Acatl’s eyes from where the High Priest for the Dead is standing in the shade of the temple wall. Simply, casually, he holds out a hand. “Come on, Acatl. Let’s go.”
Acatl peels himself away from the cold stone, shivering at the pure pleasurable shock of being in the sunshine again. It feels so good to be warm. To remind himself that he is alive, that he has not yet gone down to join his patron in the underworld.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl
Teomitl is blazing, burning sunlight, walking through the world as though he’s covered in gold. When he is crowned...ah, when he is crowned he’ll be magnificent, the greatest Revered Speaker the Empire has ever known. Already he grows in power and wisdom by the day. By the time he’s ready for the throne, he’ll erase Tizoc’s name like mist.
And he turns and meets Acatl’s eyes from where the High Priest for the Dead is standing in the shade of the temple wall. Simply, casually, he holds out a hand. “Come on, Acatl. Let’s go.”
Acatl peels himself away from the cold stone, shivering at the pure pleasurable shock of being in the sunshine again. It feels so good to be warm. To remind himself that he is alive, that he has not yet gone down to join his patron in the underworld.
Teomitl’s hand in his is warmer yet.