[ Even as he tries to fight against the current of his emotions, he's chastising himself for this weakness. He must find a way to calm himself, because this reaction is unbecoming for a ruler, and he can only imagine what Lunafreya herself must be thinking, even though she's only continued to offer comfort and reassurance, not judgment.
If this is how I represent Egypt, then no one should look at me. The internal response to her words bursts into the forefront of his mind, even as a counter-argument to that forms itself in protest. He won't be like this forever, or at least, he hopes that he won't. What he needs to do is give himself time to recover, as she's been saying all along, and then he can rise and resume his position as Egypt's Pharaoh.
But rather than calm settling in again, his agitation only seems to increase. This panicked reaction seems like foolishness even as it takes further hold of him, and if he could glare at himself with disgust, he would.
If she weren't there in the room with him, he'd just let his eyes travel up to the ceiling and remain there, staring at it while trying to find some way to calm himself. But she is present, and she's what he fixes his gaze on.
Even so, it feels like an eternity passes before his breathing finally evens out and returns to a more normal rate, and the tension that overtook him gives way, leaving him feeling as though all his bones have melted and he can do no more than simply lie there.
He does manage to give her hand a weak squeeze so that she at least knows he's still there with her. ]
good~ he likes it too
If this is how I represent Egypt, then no one should look at me. The internal response to her words bursts into the forefront of his mind, even as a counter-argument to that forms itself in protest. He won't be like this forever, or at least, he hopes that he won't. What he needs to do is give himself time to recover, as she's been saying all along, and then he can rise and resume his position as Egypt's Pharaoh.
But rather than calm settling in again, his agitation only seems to increase. This panicked reaction seems like foolishness even as it takes further hold of him, and if he could glare at himself with disgust, he would.
If she weren't there in the room with him, he'd just let his eyes travel up to the ceiling and remain there, staring at it while trying to find some way to calm himself. But she is present, and she's what he fixes his gaze on.
Even so, it feels like an eternity passes before his breathing finally evens out and returns to a more normal rate, and the tension that overtook him gives way, leaving him feeling as though all his bones have melted and he can do no more than simply lie there.
He does manage to give her hand a weak squeeze so that she at least knows he's still there with her. ]