We Meet Again
Dawn broke over the horizon and then soon came the sun coming up to grace the villagers with light. The morning for the sun came to hit the sands, and the palace as Atemu was once again asleep but this time woke up on his own, in a better mood than he once was before. Villagers had awaken, and then got up to open their shops and prepare for customers and the day to begin. Siloam was already up as well, he continued to wash the clothes as Heba was fast asleep in the back area and he didn't wish to make to much noise so he didn't disturb him.
The day started to rise over the sands and yet the sun was about to shine and give another hot day. Heba then slowly opened his gorgeous soft eyes, as he then sat up rubbing them gently. He then covered his mouth as he yawned softly and looked around to see what was happening. He saw that Siloam was already awake, so he didn't bother to mind that yet, he couldn't however get Atemu out his mind. He still felt bad for not being able to properly thank him in the way that he should've and yet, he didn't seem to want anything.
Heba then got up from the bed and then grab a towel and some clothing he thought was his own. It must've been his because his bag from home was still there. He manage to grab some clothing from it a new long shirt, that would cover most of his body and leave his hairless legs exposed. Heba then walked out of the back room as Siloam was cleaning the counter he had and soon saw that Heba was awake and smiled seeing him up. "Good Morning, Pooh." He said happily. Heba then raised a small eyebrow at Siloam's little nickname for him.
"P—Pooh?" He asked him.
"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. When you was younger, I use to call you that when your mother came around to my tent and we talked. She was always here for some supplies and she'd bring a little baby boy who walked all around my tent." He said chuckling.
Heba listened as he then looked down hearing this thoughtful memory. He then looked back at Siloam realizing that these memories meant a lot to Siloam as if he was trying not to cry about these past events.
"Those were good times, you looked like a small little teddy bear you was somewhat chubby, and when I held you, you felt like a soft teddy Pooh Bear." He said finally and finished cleaning and looked at Heba with his warm heart felt eyes.
"I—I miss your mother... your dad was a worker and tried to do best he could but overall your family was a great family." He told Heba.
Heba then looked down once again and kept his attention on nothing. He then continued to mess around with his fingers playing with them. He didn't know what to say that much, but he sighed trying to hold back the pain he was feeling in the end. He then wish to change the subject instead as he got up from where he was sitting. "I shall go to the bathroom and do my bath." He told Siloam. Without even a glance of looking at him Siloam could see that he was upset and hurt because of those memories. He then didn't know what to say, but he sighed watching Heba walk away and into the back again.
Siloam felt extremely bad about what he told him, and in a way felt responsible for what has happened to his family. He felt he should've been there when his family was suffering and his mother was going ill. Yet, in a way he didn't wish to feel so guilty as it would show in his face and Heba would know something was wrong. He could sense that Heba was upset in a way and wanted to cry by the stories he heard. It was a memorable lovable moment that not even himself could remember. He then heard splashing and somewhat water drops in the back as he knew Heba must've been in the bath by now.
A few minutes later Siloam has made some lunch as he had a few people come into his tent, and get some drinks as Heba came through the curtains. He then approached Siloam as Siloam smiled hoping that Heba was in a better mood than beforehand. "Hey Heba I hope your doing well, you can go in the back and play with those sculptures I had for you." He told Heba nicely. Heba however was more so thinking about Atemu than anything else as his cheeks was warmer than usually. Siloam then smirked and chuckled in a way seeing Heba so focused and zoned out in one moment at a time. "Thinking deeply about something are we?" He asked Heba playfully.
Heba then turned his head slightly and then blushed hearing Siloam speak to him about thinking. He somewhat fumble through his words and moved his hair out his face in a way and stuttered somewhat. "I—no, what why you say that?" He asked looking over at the people drinking and having a good time. "What is it, Atemu again?" He asked smirking and pouring some drinks for the rest of the customers. Heba face turned red and then looked away more trying not to comment on Siloam's assumptions and accusations.
Heba then nodded looking down again in his own mind he knew he had to speak with him again. As he didn't even bother to know his name, which was shocking considering he was the only one who didn't. 'I have to do something nice for him.' Heba thought as he got up and smiled softly to Siloam. "Thank you Siloam, for all you've done for me but I wish to go for my stroll now." He told him. Siloam looked up with a worried expression as he then made a noise that felt uneasy. "Mmm, I'm not sure that's a good idea Heba, your in no condition to be moving right now" he told him.
"I'll be fine, please, I wish to just go pick some berries that are from the fruit trees just past the village. I usually go there for my father and mother when we sometimes wish to make some pies." He told Siloam grabbing his shaw. Siloam was very hesitant to give Heba that permission considering he was unconscious and had fallen from such a height. Then again he knew Heba didn't like staying indoors all day and was an adventurous person and loved the outdoors. Something Siloam couldn't take away from him as he sighed and then slowly nodded as he spoke. "Very well, but please be carefully." He told Heba.
Heba then nodded to him as he got up from bending down and being clean grabbing his Shaw. He placed it over his head and started to reach for the basket that was empty that could hold the berries, then walked out of the tent as Siloam watched him and then said excuse me to some customers so he could go watch Heba for awhile. He immediately rushed out the tent and looked to the left as he saw Heba walking through the village, and heading right into the forest. He then closed his eyes for a minute and spoke softly to himself. "Goddess above watch over him." He said.
Opening his eyes again and hoping that Heba would be okay. Heba continued to walk through the forest and sighed with relief to be away for awhile. He didn't like the fact that Siloam teased him about Atemu and he knew his name and he did not. In a way, he was somewhat upset at the fact that he knew and he never did, but then again he lived longer to know the king. He then had kept walking arriving at some brushes that had berries on them. He started to pick them when he heard rattling sounds coming from the other end.
He squinted his eyes for a moment and then heard speaking noises like a conversation in the distance. Heba was curious to know what it was or who it was as he put the basket down and walked away. He headed in the direction of the noises and soon came across the trees that blocked the view. He moved a branch and his eyes widened realizing where he was, as he could see the garden in the back of the palace. He gasp in beauty as he never seen so many plants in one area as it was to his liking. Him hearing more noises he then bent down out of view because he was frighten someone would see him.
His eyes couldn't help but stare at the man whom came out of the palace and into the garden. He then blush a small red and pink color against his cheeks. Once he realized whom had came outside yet again. It was Atemu in a different outfit this time, and he was shirtless with his cape dangling from his back and his long pants that was cuffed at the bottom. Ancient Egyptian fancy attire that Heba like to see people wearing, due to the amazing colors and the wonderful outfit itself. He then heard them converting as he could see Atemu was somewhat bored listening to it.
"You shouldn't risk your life for peasant children! Your majesty you could've been badly hurt and guess what? You was! I mean what could you possibly be thinking." Leopard asked Atemu.
Atemu had stuck his hands into the water fountain that was in the middle of his garden as he somewhat wasn't paying any mind to Leopard's little rant. He then sighed with annoyance by his persistent pressing the issue. "I was thinking to save a child from dying." He told Leopard harshly.
"For you to even speak that low, I have lost interest in this conversation, Leo. So leave me in peace. That is an order." He told him firmly, and then walked over to his flowers more as Leopard closed his eyes once and then scuffled softly. "Fine." He said sternly and snapped his fingers as the guards followed him as Atemu was left alone as asked. He then glanced back looking to see if they really left and then soon felt like he was being watched. He then looked over towards where Heba was as Heba bent down some more and felt he could've been caught.
Atemu then got up as his sweet soft manly voice that was intriguing spoke. "Is someone there? You may come out, I shall not harm you." He told the intruder. He didn't know who it was, but he meant what he said in a sense, he wasn't going to harm that individual. Heba then gulp softly, and he didn't wish to reveal himself as he felt he didn't have a choice now. This king was different but he couldn't help but still be afraid of him in a way. He then got up from his spot and turned around so the pharaoh could see him. He then lowered his Shaw down, as Atemu eyes softly widened with astonishment.
He gasped softly "You..." he said looking at Heba the one whom he saved yesterday night. Heba looked at him and had this sense of worry and concern as he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding. His palms were getting sweating and so many thoughts had coursed through Heba's mind. He felt he had no choice but to get out of here, him being more afraid to speak than he was to move. Heba then looked back at the pharaoh as his sweet small gently voice spoke back. "Yes it is I." He told him. The two gave a stare as Atemu didn't realized they'd ever meet again.