“I can’t believe our lives actually depend on this true love kiss! It couldn’t be any more clichés!” Eleni stated.
“That’s funny coming from you, pretty much what you’d expect from someone with such tiny wings,” Chan-mi said, her gaze languidly on her.
Eleni exclaimed, “What!?”
“Wonderful spell, the Amazigh are such talented people.” Chan-mi took a new piece of gum from the hidden pocket of her black trench coat.
Eleni blinked quickly, cartoonishly gaping. “You shouldn’t have seen them... they said the spell is very strong.”
“Yes, it is, but those spells are useless to us, Grim Reapers.”
“No! That means you can also see—”
“The small bow and arrows.” Chan-mi smiled. “Even the glowing ring above your head.”
“— oh, dammit.”
Farah approached them again. They were standing in the hallway, waiting for Farah to enter his room. Eleni had previously told her that true love is the key to her soul regaining enough vital essence to possess all of the Bennu powers with Camellia’s assistance, as both powers came from Heka.
Farah was surprised when Eleni discovered her true love was her childhood friend Ali. Camellia had to intervene and almost drag her to his place because her shock nearly ruined the entire plan. “Eleni, are you sure it’s him!? it can’t be him.”
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“If you asked that question one more time, I would send you to hell myself, and not just any hell, but the one guarded by Anubis.” Camellia started as her tattoo glowed. It was Sekhmet who spoke, sending shivers down everyone’s spine, including Chan-mi.
Farah summoned her meager courage and hurriedly opened the door. Ali was inside, he looked up the moment she stepped inside, astonished, and his voice trembled as he whispered her name. “Ali!” she exclaimed, as he appeared older and more muscled. “You have a beard! Since when you can grow bread?”
He regained his voice. “You are still alive!” He grabbed her from her waist and hugged her tightly before she could respond. “What happened to you?!” He let her go, grabbing her face and staring at her with logging and loving eyes.
“I’m fine, it was only about ten minutes, nothing serious. Is it a spell or something? I left you with a smoother face and a slimmer body.” Ali’s frown became even more pronounced.
“Farah, you were gone for seven years.”
“What!” she exclaimed, removing his hands, and returning her gaze to Eleni. “Seven years, really!!” Camellia warned Eleni to hurry up again as Eleni grimaced and looked away. “Shit! Anyway, I need your help, just—” She grabbed his face, their lips touched, and an electric spark shone into their hearts.
In a tender caress, their full lips brush against each other. Their lips part slightly, allowing their tongues to intertwine in a sensual dance that probes the depths of their mutual desires. They can taste the sweetness of the other’s breath, the distinct essence that is unique to them.
Eleni cleared her throat emphatically. “Sorry to ruin this magical make-out session but we got what we need.” They parted their lips and shared a thin line of saliva. Eleni cringed hard.
Farah’s breath was loud, she was panting heavily as she locked eyes with Ali, who was also panting heavily. “That was... great!” reaching back to catch her lips. “Thank you! I must go now,” she said as she awkwardly kissed his cheek and sprinted out of the room with the girls.