op you're totally right about Scar being a sphinx, and I couldn't let that idea go so. Have some fic. <3
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The Pharaoh had been walking through the desert for days now, seeking out resources with which to construct his great pyramid. He'd gathered more sand than he could count, and the heat had been slowly sapping his energy. Only the occsaional wells and villages he found kept him going.
As he crossed a rather large dune, the air was rippling in the heat, and he was sure he saw something in the distance. Something... He squinted, but it wasn't clear at all. Must be the heat getting to him. He was clearly seeing things. He walked on.
An hour later, as he finally finished trudging through the sand and found the dune valley, he stopped as he saw a rather large sphinx lounging on the sand. It's leonine body was sleek but powerful and carrying some scars, and its face was the most handsome the King had ever seen. The creature turned to face him, and smiled with a cunning smile as if it had just caught some prey.
"Well, hello there, my King! What brings you to these strange lands?" the sphinx said, rolling onto its belly.
"I am simply doing what a King ought to be doing, and you? What are you guarding out here in the middle of nowhere?" the Pharaoh said.
The sphinx smiled and traced a long claw through the sand, making swirling patterns as if he was bored. The King thought he was simply toying with him as sphinxes are wont to do.
"Ohoho, I cannot simply tell you that kind of information! Answer my riddle and if you get it right, maybe I will tell you of some of the secrets you may find here!" the sphinx said. "Answer me this! I never was, am always to be. No one ever heard me, nor ever will, and yet, I am the confliction of all who live and breathe. What am I?”
"I mean, you're assuming I'm actually interested in what you're guarding. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'll just keep on mining sand and leave you alone," the Pharaoh said, moving to leave. "Also that sounds like nonsense to me. Are you sure you got that right?"
"Oh, no, wait! It's been so long since I saw anyone! Just give me a chance and try to answer my impossible riddle, please? I'm out of practice!" the sphinx said. "It's as right as I can remember, but it's been a while, maybe I forgot a few words!"
"Well, if it's been that long since you saw anyone, it can't be that good of a secret or you'd be overrun with treasure seekers," the Pharaoh said.
The sphinx made a face and turned his back on him. "There's no need to be rude about it."
The Pharaoh laughed. "Give me some kinda gold or diamonds and I'll make sure everyone comes to see you, yeah? And I'll never mention how terrible your riddle is."
The sphinx turned to the Pharaoh, looking hurt, but he did pull out some diamonds and offered them to him. "Dang it. I'm usually so much better at this! Here, take it, leave me to my shame, alright?"
The Pharaoh secured the diamonds. "Alright, better go mine some more sand then. Hopefully you get lucky next time someone wanders across your path. Goodbye, sphinx!"
The Pharaoh took his leave, feeling like he had definitely won that particular encounter. He decided to get going before the sphinx realised what had happened and continued to walk the desert. Maybe he'd come back some day and make that sphinx work for his riddles and make him guard his pyramid. He sounded like just the sort of frustrating creature he wanted in a guardian. The sort that makes people give up rather than push through, not because his challenge is difficult, but because he's just such a little shit to deal with.
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ramon’s constant refusal to be seen as soft or cute, always trying to keep a tough exterior, only calling his father by his name and not « dad »….
meanwhile he’s the only egg to be tucked to bed every night with a lullaby. he lets his little sisters sleep over and watches whatever movies they want to see. he hasn’t stopped wearing that adorable bear backpack. and he secretely likes that fit calls him his beautiful baby boy auuuuughhhhhh
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Eldest’s Privilege (dp x dc)
“My brother got into a fist-fight with our mayor,” Jazz stated loudly, as she gestured with her cocktail glass, unbothered by the stares of the other patrons.
“My brother has bitten more than three socialites in the last month,” The equally inebriated man, who’d introduced himself as Dick, retorted at a similar volume.
“Well, my sister tried to kill my brother within the first three days of meeting him,” Jazz snipped back.
“My brother’s first murder attempt on his sibling was within the first three minutes of meeting him,” Dick answered primly as he stirred his drink.
The redhead narrowed her eyes as she grabbed the little decorative umbrella from her glass. She pointed it at Dick and retorted: “My sister went on a year-long solo trip to explore the world.”
The man squinted in return before he smirked, “My sister has been living in Hong Kong for two years now.”
“Well, my sister was twelve,” Jazz said triumphantly.
Dick blinked before he tilted his head consideringly. “Yeah, ok. You win this one.”
Jazz let out a victory cheer before downing the drink in her hand. Dick gave her a congratulatory pat and chugged his own drink
“What’s the score?” Jazz asked as she twirled the umbrella between her fingers, her head held up by her hand.
Dick frowned. “I forgot,” he said before fishing an ice-cube out of his glass and munching on it.
Jazz frowned too, before her face cleared and she perked up “A tie-breaker!” She exclaimed. “Whoever does the most shots wins by default.”
Dick’s eyes gained a competitive glint and he smirked. “Oh, you are so going down.”
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