The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man

Shortly after I drafted out the entire basic idea of Ancient Addam, I came upon this art: I had no idea who this man was and still don't have much of one, and I don't think that's exactly how I intended to design Ikhnaton (I have some other loose design ideas, but then y'all readers won't even have seen my design for Flora) but uh. Yeah. Him. Gosh.

"Hello. Ah, you look rather like me, don't you? Can you walk, yet?"

"'S what I was born to do."

"That's what I like to hear. And have you got a name? I didn't catch it, before."

"Minoth."

"An excellent choice, whoever chose it for you. And my name is Ikhnaton."

"You're very reticent, Minoth."

"Perhaps I am, Ikhnaton. I'm young, for a Blade. Don't begrudge youth its shyness."

"Does that make me old, then?"

"I couldn't say."

"Come now, of course you could. I rather think you're the only one who can."

"You're wise. The age you are now is the age I will always be. Will I strike people as young? No. But will I strike them as old? Also no."

"Me, wise? That's you, Minoth. Oh, you're a rare one."

"You made me that way, Ikhnaton."

"It'll be conceited of me, but it does make me glad to see your face."

"And wouldn't it be just as conceited of me to like looking at yours?"

"Too right, you are. Here, sit by me, then we won't have to worry about looking."

"And you can hold me?"

"And I can hold you."

"Don't you ever get lonely, out here in the desert?"

"Lonely? I don't think so. With you here, I don't think I could ever be lonely."

"And when you die?"

"Then you'll have a new companion. It's alright, isn't it?"

"It'll only be alright because I won't know any better."

"Ah. A funny thing, that."

"I'm not laughing, Ikhnaton."

"And a sad thing, that. I do love your laugh."

"Come closer, won't you, Minoth?"

"Forgive me for saying so, Ikhnaton, but I'm not going to kiss you on your dying breath. A lot of things I've stolen from you, but that won't be one."

"No, no, it's nothing like that. When you return to your Core...I'd like to be holding you."

"I don't think holding my hand's gonna make that work."

"Ah, it's alright, I won't press. I wish you...happiness always, Minoth. For all of the same that you brought to me."

And there you have it, the Restrained Cultured Gays :tm: who came from the before times but were still just as completely gone on each other as our future boys were, are, and always will be. :)