millenniumpharaoh / atem .
Atem stood there for what felt like an eternitybut was only a few seconds, staring down at a hound as dark as the night itself.Its eyes were a delicate amber that had too much intelligence than any animalshould have, no matter how tame. Nor should they have such an oppressing presenceabout them. Just being a good handful of feet away, he could feel the powerrolling off it as though the very breath from his renewed lungs were beingtaken from Atem. Pharaoh blinks slowly and the dog turned, its large earsflickering before it began to walk down an alleyway.
He could have turned away. Left it alone foranother day, but there was a feeling pressing against his mind. A soft tug.Gentle but persistent, that told him to follow the creature even if a part ofhim didn’t trust it. The human part of Atem felt so small compared to that ofhis godhood enough that he ignored it with a soft curse that left his lips and thenfollowed the canine into the dark.
Atem couldn’t tell what dog it was at first,far too unfamiliar with the breeds of the time however as he watched it walkahead of him with a smooth gait, Atem realized. It was a jackal, though not onefrom reality as those canines were scruffier and had mixed resemblances tofoxes and wolves. But jackals that appeared on the walls of temples, the masksthat the funerary men wore, and the statues of smooth basalt that were buriedwith his ancestors. Its fur was a smooth inky blackness that shimmered undereach light they passed, its tail began thin from its rump and began to thickenslightly with fur before becoming thin again at its end. He walked on thin longlegs, HE because Atem suspected exactly who his guide might be as theyturned another corner and Atem could see the faint gold that lined his amberhues.
There was a little more to this alleyway. Atemhad to walk around bags of trash, the occasional discarded unmentionables, andbottles of glass. Thankfully there was no one else, just them in betweenbuildings with the soft light of the moon and the occasional yellow light of adistant streetlamp. The silence didn’t bother him, it was that weighty presencethat got thicker and heavier the closer Atem got to wherever this jackal wastaking him.
The canine then stopped, lifted its head up to theair, and took a few delicate sniffs, then it turned again into another smallerstreet. If one could even call it a street. The two buildings were so close toeach other that Atem was sure there was no way through it, but the jackal wasable to squeeze through the gap with ease. Brows knit themselves together asteeth bite down on his lower lip. Atem didn’t like this at all. He didn’t likeit, but he willed himself to move, and his body did as it was told. The monarchsqueezed himself into the gap, hissing at the scraping of uneven concrete that passedover him. It was worst on the exposed skin, but Atem hoped with his darkercomplexion it wouldn’t be too noticeable. It wasn’t long till he reached the endand was able to stretch his arms and legs of the aches that developed. Therewere a few scrapes on his forearms, a bit of dirt on his hands, and a fewcobwebs that he brushed away, but overall, he was fine.
Atem expected to find the jackal at the end,and he did in a way see him, but it was different. Vastly so. Anpu stood on histwo feet suddenly larger and looking like what one may call a werewolf (thoughAtem didn’t believe in such things). He wore a shendyt that fell just above hisknees, turquoise bracelets with matching armlets, and the headdress that lookedmore like a part of him than an article of clothing was a midnight blue. Theamber hues were much the same as Anpu regarded Atem with a look of indifference,though the Pharaoh could tell that the gold that decorated his eyes like kohl wasa few shades brighter.
A noticeable growl made Atem almost jump if hehadn’t caught himself on time. Taking a step to the side and looking beyond Anpu, Atemcaught the eyes of the very man he had been searching for the last two weeks.He was hissing, looking ready to strike at them like a cobra, but Anpu didn’tseem bothered by it at all. As though the god was used to it which he mostlikely was as the jackal-headed god was the one who watched over the thief’simprisonment in the duat.
“I—” Atem starts but his words are caught inhis throat. His tongue felt lost to him as his mind raced. The pharaoh hadn’texpected this scenario to happen. Well, he did, just not finding Bakura becauseof the interference of the very heavens. Bakura approached him swiftly, faster than Atem could track and yanked his form against his own. The thief’s nails dug into parts of the skin already irritated and they stung with renewed vigor, causing Atem to hiss in pain. “Truthfully, I’m not sure. This is as much as a surpriseto me as it is to you.” His ruby gaze strayed from the thief’s for a moment to Anpu whostill stayed quiet but observant, then quickly returned to those murderous eyes. Distractions would prove deadly after all.
❛ YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT? ❜ bakura questions with a scowl, eyes darkening as he turns his head to follow atem's focus of attention. the mere sight of anpu causes tension to rise in his body once again and the grip he has on atem tightens, threatening to draw blood. if anpu was here manifesting before him with the god-king hot on his trail, it could mean one of three things: anpu’s patience has finally worn thin and he wished to rip out the scraps of his heart (if he even had one to begin with), or they were here to drag bakura back to that godforsaken tomb-prison within the duat, or... they were plotting something, bakura speculates. ❛ don't lie to me, pharaoh! you're up to something, aren't you? ❜ he snarls and pushes atem away, nails angrily and intentionally bleeding him for the accused transgression. ❛ why else would anpu lead you here, to me? ❜
❛ you and your gods —— ❜ bakura starts and dares to challenge the intense gaze of the jackal-headed god before them, fists clenching at his side ———— his mind is racing and bakura fucking despises it. ❛ —— can't contain me any longer. ❜ the words leave his tongue with a sour aftertaste and the suffocating weight that encapsulates him at the thought of having his freedom taken from him yet again, too soon, causes bakura to subconsciously shift backwards in retreat.
❛ there are things i need to do, and none of them concern you! ❜ bakura proclaims to anpu and he regains himself, the defiance of the thief king burning hot within the core of his soul. ❛ they only concern the pharaoh, he and i have some unfinished business. ❜ unlike atem, bakura cares not for the gods, he doesn't hold the teachings of the thief king's mortal mother or those of their religion... no, bakura's belief died with him three thousand years ago ——— during the seven nights of fire, sacrifice, and gold.
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