One With The Beast

AU Yami Bakura Rp Account All the power in the world comes from nature and nature alone. The person who becomes one with nature become the keeper of all its secrets, all its power. And that person will be me.

[thief-of-shadows]

desertmysticbakura‌:

necrofia‌:

Necrofia couldn’t stop smiling. Mystic was doing such a fantastic job. He had so much energy, and he was being far more professional than she had expected him to be. He had been the perfect choice for this ceremony, she thought.

She squeezed Thief’s hands while he spoke his vows, rubbing her thumbs against his hands. To care for her, to never stop trying, to love himself. She couldn’t ask for more. Though, she wished he’d thought of at least a rudimentary speech outline before now– doing it off the cuff at the wedding made her feel like he didn’t give enough of a shit to give it prior thought. Like she wasn’t worth the effort, even in front of all these people. It wasn’t enough to sour her mood, but it did sting.

Fia had initially planned to keep her vows hushed, private, but Mystic had put her on the spot. Ah well. She chose to speak them in her native tongue, not caring who understood. This was between her and Thief. Translation could be provided upon request, she supposed.

“I love you,” she repeated his opening statement. “Your soul is made of the same stuff as mine. It’s the same color as mine. Being with you is like finding a piece of myself I didn’t know I was missing.

I promise to love you, even on the days you don’t love yourself. I promise to take care of you when you need it, and spoil you when you don’t. To treat you with kindness and gentleness. I vow to choose you, to fall for you all over again, every morning when I wake up. To commit to making it work even if things ever seem hopeless. I promise to do my best to fill your days with joy and hope. I promise to be your partner in life, always here for you, no matter what. And I promise that as long as I’m alive, you’ll never, ever feel alone.”

@desertmysticbakura

Mystic didn’t leave time for translations. Their words were for themselves to embody, for him to ground. He nodded along sagely with each promise, prediction and vow from each of them, watching them weave a new world that was somehow the same and yet different than the one they’d been living in.

“Beautiful.” He commented happily, after allowing a few moments of silence for the conviction in Necrofia’s voice to sink into everyone. The old shaman reached into one of the pouches on his belt. When he pulled his fingers out there was a coating of purple paint on them, purple with flecks of warm yellow-gold. 

“Bakura.” He gestured for Thief to turn towards him, and when he did he painted a simple stripe from Thief’s bottom lip to the bottom of his chin. “Your words have been heard. Your words have been seen. You stand by them before our Earth Mother. Your friends. Your heart.”

Necrofia.” He gestured for her, repeating the promise and the words. There was a sparkle in his eyes and once he’d wiped his hand clean on his cloak he spread his hands wide. 

“A Wife. A husband. Together you are a family.” He grinned gleefully.  “Are you both ready? Will you become one piece in all eyes of the world, as you already are in your hearts?”

@thief-of-shadows

Oh no. Were they supposed to do them in Kemetic? He felt a bit embarrassed now, but it was nice to hear it regardless. Her words were lovely. Lovelier than the ones he used… How fitting that his insecurities as a partner followed him all the way to his wedding day.

He squirmed a bit at the feeling of wet paint being applied to his face, but, after all, he did ask Mystic to perform the ceremony, so he had to go along with it.

There had to be some way to relax himself. He focused on his wife.

“I do,” he said once in Japanese and, “I do,” in their mother tongue. Thief squeezed her hands. Could they get this over with? Could they get to the part where they kissed and had cake? Being put on the spot was… He knew that he’d hate it, but it seemed so wonderful in his imagination. Necrofia was wonderful. She deserved something nice. This wasn’t about him.

@necrofia​

[necrofia]

Fia scrunched up her face at the unexpected painting. The paint was cold to her, and weirdly wet. What an classically Mystic thing to do. It made for an engaging, entertaining ceremony, though, like the rest of his speech and mannerisms did.

She squeezed Thief’s hands in return. “I’m ready. I will.” She said it quietly to him in their native tongue, and gave the audience a quick nod to affirm she was agreeing to this.

There was no going back now. She was going to spend the rest of her life with the stunning man in front of her, how wonderful! Had she been told years ago that this day would come, she would have laughed, but here she was, feeling like her heart would beat out of her chest and fly away with joy.

Thief seemed vaguely uncomfortable at being in front of everyone, which wasn’t entirely surprising. She was also a bit uneasy, though being surrounded by close friends took away from how performative it felt. She couldn’t wait to celebrate this with them.

@desertmysticbakura

[desertmysticbakura]

“Good. Good.” The happiness leaching out of them into the air was infectious and Bakura used it to brighten his widest smile. He petted both their combined hands once or twice, a tiny private congratulations.

“Then I say to you. I speak as one of you. I speak as a child of the Earth. The Earth that cradles us all. Your two has become one. You are a husband and wife. Greet each other newly. Greet all your friends. Congratulations. Well done!”

@thief-of-shadows

[thief-of-shadows]

desertmysticbakura‌:

There were petals all over the ground, pretty and soft jewels making a magical pathway for the couple to walk up. His quick hands snagged a petal from the air, which he blew on and then gifted to Lion. Setting the stage was one of the most important jobs, after all. 

Still rocking on his heels he rewarded each aisle walker with a large grin to thank them for continuing the sacred ceremony in their own way. Especially Thief, whose lines were all fuzzy with nerves and who looked quite silly and regal in his frilly clothes. This was the second time he’d been involved in that man’s life, but this was a far more fun occasion.

And then there was Necrofia, who was also fuzzy but with a different sort of energy. He welcomed them both with a gentle touch to the shoulder and a dip of his head. 

“Ready?” He asked them both quietly, nodded, and then rolled into his speech.

“These two people are in love!“ He declared loudly in his stage voice, projecting out for everyone to hear and feel directly addressed. “Look at them. Look at their smiles. Look at how they love each other. I am looking. I can see.” He leaned forward and touched their hands together.  

“Your hands link together. Strong bonds circle between you. Link you together. You bring each other support. You bring each other strength. You open your eyes and you see each others worlds. Your hearts beat love out into the world. We are all seeing it. Feeling it. The Earth is pulsing with the beat of your togetherness. You are her children. You are her fruit. You will nourish each other and you will grow.”

He stepped back suddenly, once more looking out at the watching eyes.

“Growing is hard work.” He said suddenly, off beat from the rhythm he’d built up before. “Love is not a state. Love is a promise. A promise made here. So make your promises. We are the ears of the Earth. Let us hear for her, what promises you will make.”

“Wow,” he echoed her, though understood that for the most part, he… probably wasn’t supposed to be speaking right now?

Thief winced a bit at the enthusiasm in Mystic’s voice, but figured it was appropriate for someone in his position right now. Look at their smiles, right. It was easy enough to smile when looking at his bride.

He squeezed Necrofia’s hands as soon as he was able, grounding himself in the moment.

“…” Oh. Oh. All eyes were on him now. He really, really should’ve prepared a speech. Thief cleared his throat.

“I love you,” It was automatic. “Um… I mean- You already know that. I promise to love you. To always be by your side. To comfort you, to provide for you… I know I’m not… the greatest ever… but I won’t ever stop trying for you. I promise to work hard- to be the best I can for you. Better yet, to love myself the way you love me. So… Y-Yeah.”

@necrofia

[necrofia]

Necrofia couldn’t stop smiling. Mystic was doing such a fantastic job. He had so much energy, and he was being far more professional than she had expected him to be. He had been the perfect choice for this ceremony, she thought.

She squeezed Thief’s hands while he spoke his vows, rubbing her thumbs against his hands. To care for her, to never stop trying, to love himself. She couldn’t ask for more. Though, she wished he’d thought of at least a rudimentary speech outline before now– doing it off the cuff at the wedding made her feel like he didn’t give enough of a shit to give it prior thought. Like she wasn’t worth the effort, even in front of all these people. It wasn’t enough to sour her mood, but it did sting.

Fia had initially planned to keep her vows hushed, private, but Mystic had put her on the spot. Ah well. She chose to speak them in her native tongue, not caring who understood. This was between her and Thief. Translation could be provided upon request, she supposed.

“I love you,” she repeated his opening statement. “Your soul is made of the same stuff as mine. It’s the same color as mine. Being with you is like finding a piece of myself I didn’t know I was missing.

I promise to love you, even on the days you don’t love yourself. I promise to take care of you when you need it, and spoil you when you don’t. To treat you with kindness and gentleness. I vow to choose you, to fall for you all over again, every morning when I wake up. To commit to making it work even if things ever seem hopeless. I promise to do my best to fill your days with joy and hope. I promise to be your partner in life, always here for you, no matter what. And I promise that as long as I’m alive, you’ll never, ever feel alone.”

@desertmysticbakura

[desertmysticbakura]

Mystic didn’t leave time for translations. Their words were for themselves to embody, for him to ground. He nodded along sagely with each promise, prediction and vow from each of them, watching them weave a new world that was somehow the same and yet different than the one they’d been living in.

“Beautiful.” He commented happily, after allowing a few moments of silence for the conviction in Necrofia’s voice to sink into everyone. The old shaman reached into one of the pouches on his belt. When he pulled his fingers out there was a coating of purple paint on them, purple with flecks of warm yellow-gold. 

“Bakura.” He gestured for Thief to turn towards him, and when he did he painted a simple stripe from Thief’s bottom lip to the bottom of his chin. “Your words have been heard. Your words have been seen. You stand by them before our Earth Mother. Your friends. Your heart.”

Necrofia.” He gestured for her, repeating the promise and the words. There was a sparkle in his eyes and once he’d wiped his hand clean on his cloak he spread his hands wide. 

“A Wife. A husband. Together you are a family.” He grinned gleefully.  “Are you both ready? Will you become one piece in all eyes of the world, as you already are in your hearts?”

@thief-of-shadows

[desertmysticbakura]

"Ah, I don't have either of those things," he said with a frown. "I just have me."

“You do not have socks? Tsk! A modern man should always have a sock.” He said disapprovingly, waggling his finger. “You will have to owe me. Is that acceptable?”

[desertmysticbakura]

"Good fit inners," she repeated. "Well, our inners fit. His soul is the same color as mine. It really is. Maybe, he and I will make more Kemetic people. We'll see how that works. Say, do you sell any fertility spells?"

“It is. I have seen it. The lines run through you in the same way.” He wiggled his fingers, and they turned into little finger legs that climbed up Necrofia’s shoulder.

But then they were talking business, so he dropped his hand, smoothed his shendyt and grinned.

“I can make them. Yes, yes. Can make them. For the right price. But you see. You see.” He gestured at himself, “I do not have all the right ingredients. May take time to obtain. Will be expensive. You see. Would you like to arrange a deal?”

[desertmysticbakura]

"Customer? I didn't come to buy anything. I just saw you around and wanted to chat. It's been ages," he said, rubbing the back of his head. Perhaps this had been a mistake.5

“It has been ages.” He agreed with several excessive nods. “May ages. Ages of days. So you have come to buy my time, yes? What have you bought with you to barter with? I would like a coin. Second I would like a sock.”

[desertmysticbakura]

What’s your favorite thing to wear?

“My hair treasures~ Spells woven in my roots. They speak for the wind. Clink. Cling. Clock. Hair treasures are important. Face treasures too.” He clinked his tongue bar against his lip rings and grinned, wiggling his tongue to show them all off. “Other men like them too~”

[desertmysticbakura]

Bakura frowned as the other slung an easy arm over his shoulder. " I can't see when it's behind your back. "

“Ah! You passed the test. Good boy city boy.” Mystic tapped his nose and danced off around him.

“Now. Now tell me what you are here for. What did you come to purchase? I have many new products. You are a smart customer. You know what you want, yes.”

[desertmysticbakura]

"Ah, I really don't need new eyes," he said, hands on his hips as he watched the wild man moving around him.

“No? No? We should test you.” He stopped beside Bakura and threw his arm around his shoulder. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

He kept his hand behind his back where it couldn’t be seen and held out one finger.

[desertmysticbakura]

"Long time no see, mystic man."

“You can’t see long times?” He asked cheekily, bouncing in a circle around Bakura. Mystic looked him up and down, gauging any differences with a quick eye and sloppy smile.

“I can help you. Help you get new eyes. Give you something pretty to look at.”

[desertmysticbakura]

What type of butt do you like

Bigger muscles. Better thrusts~ Hehehehe.

[desertmysticbakura]

What have you been doing lately

I have been carrying out my business. I am a busy, busy man. Making new products. Making my new shelter. Cosy cosy. Home away from home away from home. 

Now just need to find new clients. Modern people are very suspicious. They don’t like to barter. Maybe you are looking for something, hmm? Yes? That is why you question. There is something you want. Old Mystic can help~

[desertmysticbakura]

"You're the last mystic of your kind? Really? That's so sad." He must be lonely, without others like him to talk to. "Yeah, he and I aren't really meant for this era. But here we are, making the best of it."

“I am?” He said in astonishment, as though she had been the one to propose the idea. “Haven’t met any others. May be out there. My eyes don’t see everything. Getting old.” He tilted his head to the other side and winked.

“You’re good. Good fit inners. Two city people. That’s how you look. Look good together. Make more Kemet people, hmm? Hehehe~”

[thief-of-shadows]

magical-bakuras‌:

desertmysticbakura‌:

Bakura had taken his duties seriously. This may not be exactly his thing but he wouldn’t let that interfere. He knew a smart business play when he saw one. And beyond that - he had friends here. Friends who were happy, who respected the earth and respected him. This was a pretty day and he would make it prettier.

He’d taken to the (dreaded) bath, scrubbing his skin pink to remove all the extra dust and dirt. Then he’d spent hours painstakingly repainting all his most important spells, including a deep purple paint spread fiercely around his eyes. Today was a better day that most to ensure you could see all there was to see.

He had cleaned his robe and wore it tied, since covering up seemed the fashion of the day. But he was still in his dusty old sandals, his hair was wild and his gait a dance as he proceeded up the aisle. He practically glittered from all the gold he’d woven into his hair and clothes and he clinked like a windchime.

He’d dipped his feet in a paint golden like butter and everywhere he stepped the grass trembled and sprouted unexpected wild flowers, so that it seemed the earth itself was decorating the way for the two lovers to walk.

When he reached the spot that had been excessively pointed out to him by exasperated staff who had been trying to get him to stop dancing around for long enough to confirm he was ready to go, he stopped and twirled around. He spread his arms and the overlarge sleeves of his robe gave him the appearance of wings, spread to welcome everyone to the sweet wedding day.

Lion was extremely happy to be included in his mother figure’s wedding; and even more so now that he’d been asked to be the flower girl. He’d pretty much learned to sew for the event, snagging a plain dress to match the theme and pinning fabric leaves and a few stars onto it, then altering it to fit him. It wasn’t exactly the best dress in the world, but he’d really tried his hardest to fit her wedding theme. His hair was done up in a braid, ears hidden underneath a flower crown and heels… abandoned by the door, as he’d found them just too hard to walk in. 

Oh well. He had to assume he probably wouldn’t be the only person barefoot at the wedding, anyways. Thankfully his dress was long enough to hide that he couldn’t manage the heels. 

Taking up the basket of mums and peonies he’d collected (read: stolen from unsecured apartment complex gardens) he headed down towards the altar, tossing handfuls of crisp petals down to line the aisle. 

The groom had nervously arrived, just a couple minutes late, fiddling with his fluffy a sleeves a moment before trying to look focused. What was his face supposed to look like? How was he supposed to walk? Why the fuck hadn’t he practiced enough beforehand!?

He was dressed in a sleeveless tailcoat over a thin shirt with flared sleeves, adorned with a ruffly ascot. It was an amalgamation of clothes he found, and he couldn’t get over how he wanted to look nice, how he didn’t want to be foolish, but how he more than anything would hate to wear a tight suit. In the end, he thought he looked enough like a prince for his tastes, but kept wrestling with his image in his mind.

Anxiety was rather evident on his expression, but he tried to calm himself at least a little bit before walking down the aisle. He was so much more confident in his dreams… 

Immediately upon seeing Mystic’s antics, he scowled, shook his head- and then laughed. Of course. Why would that strange man act any different?

That was enough to calm him for the moment as he walked down the aisle to wait for his bride.

@florence-midknight​ @necrofia​

[necrofia]

“Please rise for the bride.”

There was no reason to be anxious, but here Necrofia was in the back, bear-hugging Florence for life and screaming quietly into the crook of his neck. She wasn’t ready for this. There was no reason for her to not be ready for this, but an inexplicable sense of anxiety had set in. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, in her throat, nearly overwhelming her ability to move.

It felt like an eternity, but it was only about thirty seconds, that she squeezed her eyes shut and just clung to him. Everyone was waiting, she thought. She had to do this. No wonder brides didn’t walk themselves– even with a friend at her side, she felt like she was going to puke. She was going to dry heave and puke and pass out, and this wedding would be over before it started.

Inhale, exhale, let go of Florence. It was time to do this. The aisle looked a mile away. Everyone was staring at her.

Her makeup was flawless; her hair had been extended, dark waves flowing down her back. She was adorned with gold everywhere– on her neck, on her arms, on her waist, on her horns. Her dress was a deep blue, plunge-neckline ball gown– a dark ocean of tulle, littered with gold glitter, gold stars, that ebbed and flowed with every shaky step she took. The dysphoria was at bay. She felt like a night sky queen.

Fia walked slowly, mostly because the nervousness was seizing, but to also allow Florence to adjust the train of her dress and her obnoxiously long veil. How thankful she was for him–she didn’t have any parents to walk her down the aisle. At least she had a friend.

The anxiety eased when she got close to the audience– those were her friends. They had come here to celebrate with her. Among them was Gold, absolutely slaying in the black dress she’d given him, and he had the cats in tow! There was her best friend, and his lovely boyfriend. There was her grandson flower girl, her pottymouth yet oddly reliable neighbor… so many smiling friends has shown up for her. Had she ever felt this loved? She dabbed at the corner of her eyes, starting to get emotional.

And at the end of the aisle was Mystic, more official and magical in his robes than she had expected– and of course, her husband. She had to fight the urge to run up to him. “Wow,” she whispered quietly. He was stunning to her every day, but now, she found him absolutely regal. She passed her bouquet to Florence, and held Thief’s hands, slow-blinking like a cat to let him know how content she was with him right then. Needless to say, she was grinning like an idiot.

@desertmysticbakura

[desertmysticbakura]

There were petals all over the ground, pretty and soft jewels making a magical pathway for the couple to walk up. His quick hands snagged a petal from the air, which he blew on and then gifted to Lion. Setting the stage was one of the most important jobs, after all. 

Still rocking on his heels he rewarded each aisle walker with a large grin to thank them for continuing the sacred ceremony in their own way. Especially Thief, whose lines were all fuzzy with nerves and who looked quite silly and regal in his frilly clothes. This was the second time he’d been involved in that man’s life, but this was a far more fun occasion.

And then there was Necrofia, who was also fuzzy but with a different sort of energy. He welcomed them both with a gentle touch to the shoulder and a dip of his head. 

“Ready?” He asked them both quietly, nodded, and then rolled into his speech.

“These two people are in love!“ He declared loudly in his stage voice, projecting out for everyone to hear and feel directly addressed. “Look at them. Look at their smiles. Look at how they love each other. I am looking. I can see.” He leaned forward and touched their hands together.  

“Your hands link together. Strong bonds circle between you. Link you together. You bring each other support. You bring each other strength. You open your eyes and you see each others worlds. Your hearts beat love out into the world. We are all seeing it. Feeling it. The Earth is pulsing with the beat of your togetherness. You are her children. You are her fruit. You will nourish each other and you will grow.”

He stepped back suddenly, once more looking out at the watching eyes.

“Growing is hard work.” He said suddenly, off beat from the rhythm he’d built up before. “Love is not a state. Love is a promise. A promise made here. So make your promises. We are the ears of the Earth. Let us hear for her, what promises you will make.”

@thief-of-shadows

[necrofia]

October 24th, 2018

Domino Park

Sunset

.

.

.

The sky had been hinting orange for a quarter hour now.

The garden was unrecognizable from its state this morning. Nice white wooden chairs –most of which would remain empty– were arranged into neat little rows, with an aisle bisecting them. The decorated pumpkins from the wedding lined the aisle and littered the rest of the ground, manmade lights (in consideration to her fire-averse husband) in each one.

At the end of the aisle, front stage, was a wooden arch, built by the groom himself. Fia had decorated it with blooming flowers and cascading fabric– it was perfect for the garden. Trees, climbing plants, ficuses, all cast down over the scene, all bright and orange, with their foliage fluttering down with each gust of wind. A cool breeze was setting in.

Enough time was allotted for the guests to arrive, including the stragglers (though she didn’t anticipate any). She could only afford minimal staffing, unfortunately, but there were enough people to let the processors know when it was their turn. Necrofia and Florence were hidden away from sight of course. First in line was the officiant, @desertmysticbakura .

[desertmysticbakura]

Bakura had taken his duties seriously. This may not be exactly his thing but he wouldn’t let that interfere. He knew a smart business play when he saw one. And beyond that - he had friends here. Friends who were happy, who respected the earth and respected him. This was a pretty day and he would make it prettier.

He’d taken to the (dreaded) bath, scrubbing his skin pink to remove all the extra dust and dirt. Then he’d spent hours painstakingly repainting all his most important spells, including a deep purple paint spread fiercely around his eyes. Today was a better day that most to ensure you could see all there was to see.

He had cleaned his robe and wore it tied, since covering up seemed the fashion of the day. But he was still in his dusty old sandals, his hair was wild and his gait a dance as he proceeded up the aisle. He practically glittered from all the gold he’d woven into his hair and clothes and he clinked like a windchime.

He’d dipped his feet in a paint golden like butter and everywhere he stepped the grass trembled and sprouted unexpected wild flowers, so that it seemed the earth itself was decorating the way for the two lovers to walk.

When he reached the spot that had been excessively pointed out to him by exasperated staff who had been trying to get him to stop dancing around for long enough to confirm he was ready to go, he stopped and twirled around. He spread his arms and the overlarge sleeves of his robe gave him the appearance of wings, spread to welcome everyone to the sweet wedding day.

[desertmysticbakura]

"That's fantastic! It's beautiful." Was she getting teary, thinking about how much she loved her husband? Yes, yes she was. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "It's perfect. He and I really do radiate love. I'm so excited for you to marry us in the name of the Earth."

He clicked his tongue in satisfaction at her praise, and traipsed back to his hair do-ing spot to sit and continue to fix his hair.

“I am happy to do it. Her last Child. A Man out of Time. You are out of time too. Your city boy pretty one. Loved one.” He looked up at her and poked out his tongue. “I will buy your tears. Are they for sale?”

[desertmysticbakura]

Was she not supposed to have done that? Oops, misread cue. She moved away as soon as he did to not make it awkward. "Ooh, yes, I'd love to hear it. I'm sure it'll be lovely."

Bakura grinned his wide sloppy grin and winked at her.

“Good! Come here. Over here. This tree is your Thief. Ready?”

He tossed his head, making the trinkets in his hair clink and rattle, and he gestured grandly.

“These two people are in love!" He declared loudly in his stage voice. “Look at them. Look at their smiles. Look at how they love each other. I am looking. I can see.” He leaned forward and touched her hand lightly where on the real day he’d touch their clasped hands.  

“Your hands link together. Strong bonds circle between you. Link you together. You bring each other support. You bring each other strength. You open your eyes and you see each others worlds. Your hearts beat love out into the world. We are all seeing it. Feeling it. The Earth is pulsing with the beat of your togetherness. You are her children. You are her fruit. You will nourish each other and you will grow.”

He stepped back suddenly and tilted his head up.

“Growing is hard work.” He said suddenly, off beat from the rhythm he’d built up before. “Love is not a state. Love is a promise. A promise made here. So make your promises. We are the ears of the Earth. Let us hear for her, what promises you will make.”

He paused, then his whole body loosened as he relaxed and grinned. 

“Good? Yes? I think here you have something to say. I spied on other weddings to see that it was right.”

[desertmysticbakura]

Was she supposed to hug him? She was in a good enough mood to deign him with one. "Alright, sure. My wedding's tomorrow evening. I hope you're still up to being the officiant?"

Oh! He hadn’t expected that, wasn’t prepared to be so suddenly touched. But Bakura was nothing if not flexible, he leaned into the hug, clapped her back a few times and then escaped the hold before she could get a good touch to his back.

“Oh I am. I am ready to officiate. To weave your partnership into the lines of the Earth. I have been practising my speech. Do you want to hear it?”