Timeless (Ereri/Riren Fic) (DISCONTINUED)

Egypt, 35 BC

*Eren's POV*

I watched the short man with dark hair the whole time he was in the throne room. He looked so fascinating, I couldn't help it. He wasn't very dark, which was not normal for anyone I had ever met before. Even his friend had color to his skin, but this man was light like the sands of the Nile. His eyes met mine, and I was certain he was a god. 

He was so scary, part of me wanted to hide behind my mother when his gaze hit mine. But I felt I couldn't move, like his stare was keeping me right where I was. He looked away, but I couldn't bring my eyes away from his beautiful face. When mother announced they would be staying for the moon light feast, I was overjoyed.

I watched him as he left, and he looked back at me. His eyes spoke to me as my eyes spoke to him. He was not pleased with my staring, but he didn't understand. 

I want to know who you are, I was saying through my eyes, hoping he would let me find out more about him.

He said nothing else to me through his killer eyes. Mother pushed me and my sister out of the room.

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As the day went on, I went to all my required activities for the day. My studies and writing tutor taught me as always, but I could not focus on the signs he was trying to relay to me. I went on to my archery lesson, hoping that would distract my thoughts. Miakisi was with me, practicing her harp, as mother did not allow her to practice archery when Father was not around. As I aimed my arrow at the target, my breath caught.

He was there.

He was watching me from a distance of course, and I couldn't see his face, but I knew the feeling of his eyes burning into my back. Like he was searching me for something. I wanted to look around and see where he was, but I resisted, focusing on my arching. 

Woosh. Thump!

The arrow had pierced right into the center.  I looked back, our eyes meet once again.

Are you pleased by me? Won't you let me know more about you now?

My god simply stared on at me for a little bit, then looking highly annoyed. I saw his lips form barely, meaning he was making one of those unapproving sounds mother and father make at me sometimes. He didn't even say anything back through his beautiful eyes. I lowered my head in shame. Never before had I felt something so strong for anyone, not even my father, who was a god himself. This god, pale and making me work to gain his favor, intrigued me so much.....it was going to become an addiction, trying to please him. 

I resolved to myself I would please him, looking back up to show him my determination.

But he was already gone.