Re: ballroom: eddie/em
Eddie shook his head. He didn't feel ill. It was just that smell of flames that wouldn't stop lingering and he thought that he should just learn to live with it. Perhaps there was a kitchen fire gone wrong and he was the only one who noticed or cared. Perhaps his mind, which went twisty earlier that day at the thought of riddles, was happy to play tricks on him today. "Smenkhkara." He repeated after her, almost in a trance and slowly picked up the pace as they twirled around the dance floor. His mind was moving much faster, a speeding bullet through panes of shattering glass.
"She couldn't kill King Tut and his lovely wife. Not because of sisterly love or morality. But, because while she was wise and cunning, she had no taste for blood." Now his tale sounded a little more like a ghost story. "But, her hunger for power was still strong. So, she cut a deal with her beloved sun god. At morning, Tut would hold the throne. At high noon Smenkhkara would rule and at dusk, the queen. It's said to this day that if you find their bodies, three faces are attached to the head instead of one." He lifted up his fingers and wiggled them mid dance, making an ooooOOOOooo noise before spinning her.