Day 2
Background: Khephri slept for hours, her servants just sitting around until they were dismissed by Klorel. This chapter now takes place late the next morning.
Klorel looked out the large window with a sigh. Khephri had been sleeping for hours, her servants quickly sent off once he wanted some alone time with her. He had known she would sleep for a while; he made sure that she was relaxed enough to get the long rest she needed for her to finally control her host in any way. He knew it would take a while for her to get a hold of things, but there was always that chance of having her be a fast learner.
Klorel looked down at his little sister. She had a peaceful look on her face, better than the uncomfortable look she had had since she had awoken. A small smile crept onto his face at the sight of her smiling. He knew that he had to start making moves soon, for thirty-one days wasn't a lot of time for a goa'uld to fall in love. In his eyes, spending these small moments with her, even when she was not awake, allowed him to connect with her, and without her knowledge, her to him.
"Klorel?" Khephri whispered, her tired eyes peering up at him from under the satin sheets that were laid over her while she slumbered. "What happened?"
"You fell asleep when we were at the river, remember? I brought you back here so that you could get some rest" he said gently, moving some of her now wild hair out of her face with a chuckle. "You're cute when you're not awake".
She swatted his hand away with a huff, dragging herself to her feet and brushing more hair out of her face. "I am NOT cute" she hissed, getting up and trudging over to her sarcophagus, which she mindlessly opened and stepped into. "I'll be up later" she said grumpily before the doors closed. Klorel laughed, leaving the room with a smirk. Note to self: Never crack jokes with Khephri when she's tired.
Khephri woke up much later, to everyone's surprise. She wasn't one to stay in her sarcophagus for very long; she was usually in it for a half hour tops, no more, no less. Klorel waited by the side of it the entire time, refusing to leave until she awoke.
He sighed as he looked out the window; it was already reaching late afternoon, and she still had not left. He rested his head against the top of the sarcophagus, listening in to see what she was up to. He frowned slightly at the sound of sniffling inside. 'Odd, she should be in a sleeping state, not awake, unless …' he said, walking over to the top of the large case, turning the stone that caused the small doors to open. Khephri was on her side, tears rolling down her small face, the sarcophagus not even activated by her. Her back was to Klorel, but once the door was opened, she peered up towards him.
"What's wrong?" Klorel asked, concerned that she was in pain. She shook her head, pressing a small button inside so that the doors would close again. She wanted to be alone, for no one, especially Klorel, to bother her. "Wait!" he said, reaching over and opening the doors again.
He stepped up and got into the sarcophagus next to her, pulling her close to him. Thankfully, Apophis had ordered for a larger sarcophagus to be made for the two, since most Goa'uld couples enjoyed spending their time in the sarcophagus with each other instead of apart.
Klorel closed the doors, the bright light of the inside of the sarcophagus causing Khephri's necklace to sparkle. "Ya'ol'wa, Kal'ma" Klorel said gently, resting his head gently against hers.
"They mock us, you know …." she whispered softly. "All of them; the guard, the others system lords, all of them …" she said, more tears falling from her eyes. "They will all become Kresh'taa" Klorel said, holding her closer to him, fury from their insults towards them pulsing through their veins. "Do not cry, my sister. All will be well. I promise you" he cooed gently to her, letting her fall asleep in hi embrace yet again.
Translations:
Ya'ol'wa - What is the matter?
Kal'ma - child (in this case, used as the fact that she is his younger sister)
Kresh'taa - outcast(s)