Death Before Defeat

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“Where did you come from?”

Ƒrom - Stranger in the Night Starters

The look of which the male gave the one that towered was nothing short of bent. It was not a look of endearment or one of flattery, more so it was a look for irritation- Atem just sucked a sharp breath in through his front teeth, making a rather undignified and disregarding noise of annoyance. Letting his calculating gaze look over the other male in bored sense, slowly up and down- showing the rather negative attitude that radiated off of him. It was not his most mature moment, however given the expulsions of the day, not even to mention the common stresses of daily life.

What he wanted to say was something along the lines of inebriated profanity and aggression. However the take out bag of food around his arm and the cold drink open already in his hand- one just took a long sip, taking a peak over his shoulder as if mocking the others sudden spoken word. For it seemed the last few blocks of the dim street meant nothing, or maybe the other just realized he was there caught up in his own world. It most likely didn't matter, not at all truly. 

Atem just let his long strides take him ahead of the brunette, a single brow raised. The damp street reflecting the yellow street lights, giving little view of all the closed shops that lingered around dully at this time of night. 

“Did I startle you?” He asked, trying hared to keep the harshness out of his tone. 

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Heba startled a bit when the alarm inthe distance went off, an officer rushing past him and now Atemonly to stop and whip his head over to the both of them. “Oi, getto safety you too, there’s a storm coming.” A sandstorm, great,just what he needed. His apartment wasn’t to far which meant hewouldn’t need to seek shelter somewhere nearby at least. But, just ashe was about to leave, he noticed the other man didn’t seem to—eagerto find shelter, actually he looked confused, no knowingwhere to go confused.

“I’mgoing to take a wild guess; either you have nowhere to go or you’rehomeless.” He didn’t need to confirm that verbally, the look on theothers face more than gave it away. Heba let out a long sigh andkicked at the dirt in frustration. Great, his own sense of humanity,wouldn’t let him leave knowing that the man had nowhere to go ormight not find shelter before the storm came. They were raisedto help others, sandstorms weren’t something to take lightly, peopledied in them. If he left he wassentencing this man to death basically.

Hemight creep Heba out a bit but not enough to let him die,that was just cruel of him after all. The strange didn’t do anythingto him, he was nice evenand had a pretty decent smile, he might just be slightly off hisrocker.

“Alrightcome on, my home isn’t far from here just—don’t touchme.” Don’t do anything weird.Turning his back to them Heba waved them on to follow him and starteddown the path toward the housing district in Alexandria. He owned anapartment that his Grandmother paid for, anything to get him out ofthe house, but he was looking for a job at the museum to pay for ithimself.

Ittook them less than five minutes to get to his apartment but the windhad already picked up quite a bit. He left Atem inside first beforeclosing and locking the door. “I gotta go close the window shutterscan you go in the closet in my room and get the candles?”

Theywere going to lose power that was undeniable, so he wanted to beprepared for when he did. There was a box of art supplies in hisbedroom and a storm kit. The storm kit had the big candles in it butthe art box had little ones they could put in the smaller rooms likethe bathroom.

The wind whistled and moaned, thesky above growing dark from the coming storm. The being of late just watchedaimlessly as the once lively street quickly turned into a deserted plain. Theopen shops and food stalls, the life of the people abandoning their lunches andgames, their enjoyment of the day to gain shelter from the sand that bit andteared at exposed skin, all that was left where forgotten toys and papers ofentertainment, the odd being running from one end to another, a scarf heldtightly around a face- protecting it.

Atem had not really minded or caredit was not the first storm or the last he would be caught up in. Truly sandstorms were like rainy days for him, where the world was dark in the middle ofthe day and all that was left was a silence that lay thick in the air.Suffocating everyone in to a comfortable null. It was usually a strange time,if his memories served him correctly, but that was another story for anothertime. But alas it was a small reminder that brought a calming smile to his lipsand a relaxer on his attitude for the moment.

Fortunately, enough for him, thebeing he moments a go had thrown a child like fit over reluctantly offered himshelter. So, without another word or argumentative response he followedtenderly behind, not a glance or grimace towards the museum behind.

The others place of dwelling wassmall and cramped, tucked into the backstreets with a lack of craftsmanship. Thefloor creaked from the stress of weight and the walls dipped and bowed from thestructure settling over time. The dull colours the shaped the walls and themissed matched furnishing gave it a older more warn character. Atem couldn’thelp but notice the chipped red paint that covered the front door, or the smallbits of splatter that littered the floor, like a painter dropping a brush onthe rotting and warn floor.

The world outside was shut oncethat door was closed, and a silence encased them both. Atem just nodding at therequest for such candles, only to point to certain following doors for whichthe other spoke. He did as he was told ignoring what was hidden in the shadowsof private bedrooms. In this time and the last the man knew that such was a placenot to be questioned.

But he found what was needed andreturned to the main room without looking to deeply at what was on the wallsand what was laying about. He was just happy enough to be here with Heba asstrange as that is to admit to himself it was the truth.

After a few moments Atem returned with a box in his hands in which he assumed was the right one, however he gave a crocked smile handing it over to the other. 

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“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”

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Thecrazy man was back, Heba hadn’t even made it a quarter of the waydown the hall before he was grabbed.

Helistened, like any kind individual would, and then started to try andshake the mans arm off of him so he could escape. Whatever he had tosay Heba could honestly admit he didn’t want to hear it. Because hehad spent long enough trying to think of reasons for his problemsthat didn’t mean he was insane and needing to take drugs every singlegoddamn day, but that wasn’t the case. When he spent that year in themental ward he had learned to accept thathe had a problem, that he wasn’t completely all there upstairs, buteverything would be fine eventually so long as he took his medsregularly and made sure to look after him.

AndHeba was a good boy about it now too. Even if they caused a fewproblems, even if he didn’t like the way they made him feel, even ifthings could sometimes get cloudyand memories forgotten,he made sure to take his meds.

Whateverthis man was going to say he couldn’t deal with it, Heba had spentlong enough accepting who he was to have this weirdosqueeze his way in and screw it all up. He didn’t even know anythingabout this person besides their name and—hewas starting to want it to just stay that way. No matter how niceor good looking theyappeared to be he didn’t need anymore crazy in his life besides whathe already had. There was enough crazy bottled up inside of him tolast an entire life time considering he probably wasn’t curable.

“No,now let go of me so I can go home.” Heba harshly tugged his bodyaway from the other and turned, heading down the museum hallway andquickly toward the door. The place was closing soon anyway whichmeant security would have gone through and kicked them out afterbanning them for being goddamn fucking nuts.

Theharsh rays of Egypt’s sun hit him first, the cool AC from the museumquickly being missed. He didn’t mind the sun, it made him feel goodhonestly and you grew used to the heat rather quickly, but it made ACfeel all the bit nicer when you had it. His grandmother didn’t likeAC it wasn’t good for her arthritis so unfortunately most his life henever had it. Which made him all the more sure to get it for hisapartment.  

“Igotta go home.”

Hebachecked the time on his phone, his vision blurring a bit and makingit rather difficult. Hopefully his pills wouldn’t fully kick his assuntil he got back there though. It was a bit upsetting he wouldn’tget to finish his painting tonight…. speaking of that painting theman he was painting looked a rather lot like the creeper from themuseum. That was… odd now that he thought about it.

Onsecond thought he might just scrap it and start over.

The adult thing to have done in that moment, was to take a longdeep breath, close ones eyes, lets some fists clench while counting to ten. Thenone would have, and should have let such interactions go and worry about the actualtask at hand instead of this. The male should have gone back to what he wasdoing, researching and reading the ancient texts and try and find what he waslooking for before heading down into the museums archive. 

Yet but of course! That is not what the poor smuck did, no-not at all. What the male did was clench his teeth, staring daggers into theback of the boy he just wished to yank back in here. The voice in the back ofhis mind yelling at him, We already did!- Heba didn't want to be around Atem, he didn't want to try and listen too him- Most likely thought he was a freak- And that thought hurt even more. How was the male to calm down when hisheart was racing like so? It would have been next to impossible to do the adultthing. No he just threw his arms in the air and had a little fit, like a child.

For when he was done cursing under his breath and stompinghis feet, when he was calm enough to chill out enough. The male just opened hiseyes to a woman and child pointing at him a guard close by not looking tooimpressed with his actions.

Thus how he got kicked out of that particular museum for thesecond time that week. The first was climbing the displays to get a closer lookat inscriptions high up on some walls. That was a stern lecture from some oldlady who clearly had seen better days and was sick of “hooligans messing aroundon her display.”  and “was sick of the lack of respect.” 

Stumbling down the steps of the museum, waving a clenchedfist at the guard who just said a few more words he wasn’t listening too. Atem letout a noise of frustration, kicking at the dust that was starting to gather athis feet- Just a few steps down the stairs.

His mind stopped for a moment, his frustrations of the day,and his experiences throughout forgotten for a moment, the wind was picking up-nipping harshly at his exposed skin. Glancing up at the orange sky, Atem cursedloudly. There was a sand storm coming, and it was coming fast.

A moment later the streets started becoming busy people leftright and center rushing around to shelter, then the alarms in the distancestarted to go, notifying the city to take cover.

Frozen he stood there, staring at the sky with narrowed eyesstarting to water from the dust. Cursing at it silently with all his might.

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He leaned into those touches. How long had it been since he had felt the touch of the other? Actually… he never could. Atem had been a spirit then, although they could exchange small touches, it was always cold.

But now… these touches were warm, soft and calloused hands touched his pale cheeks and he felt his tears being wiped away. It was… comforting and so nice at the same time. When Atem pulled away, it was only slightly, he could still feel the other leaning in close to him.

He could almost feel Atem’s breath on his face.

As the other spoke, Yuugi listened attentively. It was the least he could do. And although he was still confused, at least he knew why Atem was here and what his true purpose was. It worried him and made him feel anxious.

“How do we stop this threat?” Before Atem could argue, Yuugi spoke up once again. “I know you may not want me to, but I want to help you. It is the least I could do. You are still someone I hold very dear and I will not let you face this alone.”

Despite how different things were now. He refused to give up on Atem. Now that he was here, Yuugi planned on trying to help him as much as possible. As much as he was able at least.

He just hoped that the former Pharaoh would not turn him away. 

Mouths of forgotten tongues had fallen open, syllables barleyoff parted lips before tender eyes of smoldering swirling colours closed.Beings leaning back, pulling the warm drink closed to a chest before lookingoff into the distance. Nothing particular within the library was catching themales eye, it was more a wonder, a thought just beneath the surface he waslooking for.

But yet it never came, too long was one distracted by misplacedbeauty, by loyalty and kindness. It made a heart flutter, a bit of pink grazinghigh cheeks. “Little one..” Males whispered, trying to find the right words,not glancing back at the sickly sweet boy. It was difficult to say the least,he wished to talk about other things- Maybe that was the distraction oneneeded, a break of the mind to set all at ease.

“Time will tell, okay?” He asked softly, the guilt wellingup from the devotion that Yugi was projecting. Atem didn’t feel as if he deservedsuch, but he knew that if the roles where reversed he would have the same sortsof reactions. He would assume others already had plans of action starting up,going from A all the way to Z. It was touching really, and Atem couldn’t helpbut smile proudly, letting his thumb still rub soft brushstrokes on the boysrosy cheek.

“In all honesty, I do not know where to go from here. In truthI’m just as lost, I do not know how to defeat this, or if it is even possible.At the moment I’m just trying to research everything I can, see if history has evensome description or warning- anything really. So far.” He waved his hands in aslight defeated motion. “Nothing.”

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goldenpuzzle replied to your post “Gently pats his head.”

Um, no? Yes? You've never once tried to hurt me.

“Oh- Sweet child its you, come hither.” 

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The man had completely fucking lost it,that was the most Heba was sure of. He had taken whatever sanity was left in that head of his and thrown it out the goddamn window. The first sentence he didn’t understand and Heba was sure he was making the words up but the more he talked—some of it translated easily inside his head and Heba could pick out bits of the language and make sense of it. Of course it wasn’t enough to to really get the entirety of what he was saying but it was more than enough for Heba to reply.

“Considering I don’t know you Ihighly doubt I’m the person you’re looking for.”

He offered a shrug and then, ever soslowly, started to wonder why it washe could understand what Atem was saying. Even if it was a littlebit, the fact that he could understand what was being said for alanguage he knows henever learned, wasn’t a good thing. He was starting to think too thatit was similar to the words that popped into his head when he was offhis meds.

Gods,did he not take enough pills? Was it not working? Maybe he needed more. Another one shouldn’t be a problem, shouldn’t really hurt him.He might feel a bit tired but it would be fine. When did he take the last one before the one he just took though? How many was it going to be? Honestly in this current moment he wasn’t to sure he cared.

Heba reached into his bag and grabbed the bottle again, popping the lid off and taking another pill.The best thing about his drugs was they worked quite quickly, within half an hour of being in his system. But the groggy effect already hit far before the rest of whatever was in them.

He stuffed the bottle back into his bag, zipped it up again, and pulled his phone out to check the time. He should get home, he should getaway from this man, if only for his sanity than anything else. The stranger was hot that was for sure and under normal circumstances he wouldn’t mind getting to know this man and maybe holding a decent conversation.

But he made Heba feel insane. He talked weird, said weird things that didn’t make sense, and then spoke in a language that Heba should not be able to understand. He wasn’t good for his sanity, not at all, he was the opposite of good for his sanity.

“So as you go on whatever insanity spew you’re currently on, I’m going to go home.”Heba blinked, slowly rolled his own words back through his head, and realize that he had indeed slipped a bit back and forth between tongues but the language that joined his Arabic was by no means one he knew.Any outsider who didn’t speak Arabic probably couldn’t even tell the difference in the words but he could.It was the same as the ones that Atem had just been speaking to him moments ago.

He really was losing it. The train had officially gone off the tracks and and left the station. No amount of drugs would fix that either, he just needed to get as far away from this weirdo as he could and sit in a small little corner of his room until he felt better. Until the train rejoined on the tracks and was off to the next station of sanity.

Shaking his head he stuffed his phone down into his pocket and turned,leaving the room the two of them had been standing in for far to goddamn long. He didn’t even speak with the people he called friends for that long, they were far more acquaintances than just friends.

His grandmother was going to kill him if she learned both what he had just been saying to this man and that he had taken far more pills than the daily recommended dosage.

Hopefullyno one saw them.

Vigilance of such interactions would cause hesitation and apprehensiveness of any interference, as the temperature of the air seemed to change, to shift as beings of old just drifted closer. The romantic ambiance that enthralled the space intensifying, exposing itself from beneath the surface, its erupt convulsion becoming increasingly erotic. For cardinal coloured eyes that were once smoldering like a dying flame, ignited. Festering and feasting on the tempestuous other. It was almost like the eyes of a predator hunting its pray, lids heavy as features relaxed completely. A smile of sinister proportions lingering on swollen lips.  

A heavy heart hanging within one’s chest, swinging from rusted chains that had seen much better a day. They threatened to break, to let such collapse under the guilt and weight of catoptric misfortunes. The carefree and mischievous moods that once were, are now long gone. Atem had let the flood gates that held back his mind open to reveal the emotions and consuming thoughts he had locked away. He let himself hope, he let himself think deeply of the situation-overthinking ever aspect of it, until his mind was bursting at the seams and float in the calm of the storm. Unable to predict what would come next.

For Atem wasn’t listening, he was just letting his gaze consume the delicacy before him.  From features to curls of soft hair, to colours of fabrics and limbs beneath. A feeling calling to embrace, to hold tightly against his chest.

He was forgetting to breath.

Not realizing what the boy was doing, not acknowledging that he was saying anything at all. The long lost king was just too caught up within his own head. Hands moved into his own hair, pulling at the scalp as he tried to nonchalantly calm his own nerves. What was wrong with him! He needed to act normal- but the smolder continued, the air changing until it was almost too intoxicating for one to bare.

Blame it on the tongues of ancients that rang in his ears-like an echo, a sirens call, putting him in a trance not noticing that others were moving. Without a thought he was reacting, reaching forward but he grabbed at nothing. As if he was possessed, the male moved quickly, grasping at shoulders with shaking hands, his lithe legs carrying him so.

“Please.” He whispered in a voice that didn’t sound like hisown, arms slipping from shoulders to the others wrist, timidly holding such inplace.

“Do not leave.” It came as a command, the days or ruling haunting his tongue.”- Tis not insanity…. I – How do I even begin. “Atem bit his lip, searching for the words that alluded him so. The same ancient tongue falling from his lips as he cursed heavily. “Hear me... There is a reason why you can speak a language older than time itself. Believe me, the world is far more than what you believe, Heba...do not be afraid.”

He made sense. It was just others who where misinformed dammit! 

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Yuugi did as Atem suggested and he sat down in the chair beside him. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to say, but he did not know if he even had the chance to voice it.

He could feel the tears in his eyes, staining his cheeks the more he stared at the beautiful and familiar man in front of him. But these were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.

He had wanted to see Atem for so long. To be in his presence once more. To share those memories they once had again.

Once he realized that he was staring and had not even spoke, Yuugi wiped at the tears in his eyes, trying to stop them from falling. He hoped that no one was paying attention to him. Because it would be embarrassing to see a grown man crying in front of another.

“I am just - I am so happy to see you. You have no idea. But - I do hope that you will explain. I just - I cannot believe you are here.” His voice was raspy from the tears, but there was a smile on his face. A smile that was genuine. He truly was happy that Atem was finally here.

But the question was: why.

Smoldering somber eyes watched tenderly as the boy took his preferredseat, memorizing the bounce in the others soft curls- the rustle of gentlefabrics, the freckles that lingered on round pinched cheeks. A heart ever soslightly skipped a beat, breath hitching again as those dreadful tears dancedsilently down a smiling face. The males mouth hung open for a moment, his mindracing to remind one to breath.

How could one not be put into such a position? With thethings that were occurring as of late- the boy was the last person the malewished to get involved. One just wished to leave one alone, there was alreadytoo much of an impact on another’s life- there was no need to disturbed it moreso.

Finding a breath and taking it, Atem’s outreached arms justever so slightly started letting nimble fingers sway in gentle circles on the boy’sshoulder. “Shh.” He began, attempting to sooth the boy in his efforts. It wasstrange to be here in body and not in mind, it had its difficulties and itsadvantages, however it was strange, not to hear and be apart of one’s thoughts.

“I am grateful to see you as well Child, please do not cry.”Even if it was out of joy and happiness, those bright wondering eyes deservednot to be filled with tears. Atem did his best to cautiously wipe them away,the edge of his thumb rolling softly under a lid.

“There we are.” He attempted to smile, tilting a head tothe side. “Now then… To avoid specifics let me elaborate why I am here shall we?”This time the smile fell from his eyes, the male so close to the boy they couldfeel each other heat. But Atem explained, he went over in the simplest of wayspossible. In the best way he hoped- he wished no to alarm the boy or draw moreattention to himself.

For when he was done he just leaned back into his chair,reaching over to take a sip of his cooled coffee. “I was needed, so I am here.Tasked with doing something the gods deemed only I could do…” And it was one of the most impossible things to do for that matter. 

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Gently pats his head.

“Do you believe tis smart to lay a hand upon me?” The passing male muttered in a rather vile tone that he may or may not have truly meant. For you see one didn’t even turn from his coffee and glowing screen to even glance at the individual that touched him so. 

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“Atem…”

Yuugi was silent as he just… looked at him. How was this… how long had he been here? The smaller did not know what to do or what to say for that matter.

Upon looking at the man, Atem did not look good. Especially with the dark circles underneath his eyes. It seemed as though that the Pharaoh was not getting any sleep.

Questions rang through his head.

How was Atem here? How did he get to the modern world?

Just… how.

“What - howis this even possible, I thought you…. I thought - no.” Yuugi paused as he stared at Atem, his facial expression changing to that of sadness. “You left. How can you even be standing here right now?”

None of this made any sense. And perhaps the conversation could wait, the Pharaoh obviously looked tired, at least, that was what he could assume.

“You look… very tired.”

One seemed not to remember how to breath properly, for in those singular moments a steady breath was lost and long forgotten. Mouth hanging ever so slightly open, eyes closing as a Atem inhaled deeply and let it out ever so slowly. This was not how one wished things to progress, yet it seemed that it was no helping it now. 

One couldn't even remember what he was so frustrated and irritated about a moment before, it was like everything he was once feeling washed away and there was a spotlight on the saddened and concerned child before him. 

The long forgotten king just leaned back in his chair, a hand gliding over his face and settling in his knotted hair- scratching awkwardly at his scalp as he stared sadly at the boy before him. What was one to say, he thought, what was one to do? Things ever never as easy as they seemed, nor were they ever properly explained. 

Breaking the tension that lingered in the air, the male broke into a tender smile. “Well, for one thing I am sitting not standing.” Such attempted to joke, breaking into a soft smile- it was a pitiful joke he though. Though Atem looked off for a moment, thumb brushing his bottom lip before settling on the back of his adjacent chair. 

“Please, sit with me a moment child. I... I know this is- difficult but in do time I do wish you would give me the opportunity to explain a few things.” His voice was soft and gentle, tender even- Just barely above a whisper, there was no need for others to hear or listen. If they would even care that is. 

“Please.” He murmured, gesturing to a seat close by. “Please worry not about I. ......I beg you not to look so sad little one...I would do anything to keep away that frown from your features... “

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carnal-snake:

      The weather was nice enough outside that Mukuro decided to go out to eat that morning as well as run some errands she needed to do。 As she walked, passing by some of the shops, her eyes would not only scan the products in the windows but also some of the people looking into them。 When her eyes landed on a rather handsome looking man, her gaze stayed on him longer as she was approaching。 He looked like something between a bum and someone overworked and tired, but it necessarily didn’t take away from the attraction he had, at least, not to her it didn’t。

      Her attention on him drifted away slightly when she began to pass him by。 An action that was short lived when his arm shot out to grab her arm, a small gasp of surprise leaving her lips as her eyes connected with his。 When he mentioned noticing her dress, she didn’t really think it was anything really fancy, just a simple light pink sundress with cherry blossom designs on the skirt。

     「Huh？ Oh, uh—  depends, what do you need help with？」 Normally when bums asked her for spare change, they normally weren’t forward about it, and upon closer examination, he didn’t really look like a typical homeless person。 She also did have errands to run so depending on what he needed, she’d be willing to delay those errands for later or another day。

The male at large offered a small apology, muttering the words with a passing breath. He was not meaning to startle or send others astray- if anything he was meaning to do the opposite. From his times upon thrones from a great many moons ago, the habits of looking at the bigger picture instead of others in themselves was a trait not yet polished. 

“It is quite difficult to admit i am afraid.” He began with a rather sheepish sigh, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A single bags of groceries bouncing against his stained pant leg, causing such to look down and motion to his own dressing. One was kind of illiterate when it came to style and fashion of this time. Even when he was within the modern world before- there was a body being graciously shared with him, so the need to dress himself was not there.

“Goodness me I feel like a fool for asking- But I umm... I would appreciate some help with putting together a wardrobe or sorts. As you can see it is not the best of attire, and I could certainly use a bit of help from a being that seems to have such a wonderful eye for fashion.” Atem was being genuine for most of it, however if he would be a liar if he didn't admit he checked the beautiful woman out again when he complimented her- Damn he had to stop himself from flirting. 

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“What are you talking about?” Heba frowned and took his pills back, giving the man a bewildered look. He was more than a little weird,he was off the rail goddamn weird,like a fish out of water who was trying to blend in with camels.Which, don’t get Heba wrong he was a little weird himself and wasn’t against weirdo’s but—then the man opened his mouth and it always got weirder if that was at all possible. It was like his—appearance didn’t match his speech. Like he should be dressed in something from before Heba was even born.

Maybe he was hallucinating, maybe this man wasn’t actually real, though Heba did quite doubt that he couldn’t usually touch the things he hallucinated and he had felt this mans skin when he took his pills back. So, either he was just truly fucking weird or he was pretending to be for the sake of the museum. He’s never actually known a museum to have mascots or people walking around pretending to be from that century but there was a first time for everything.

“Are you actually this weirdor is it an act?”

Leave it to him to bluntly ask though, because it was bothering him not knowing if this man was perhaps a little not sane like himself. Maybe even beyond not being sane which, funny enough, would make him feel like he had it all together upstairs.

“Look it’s probably better you don’t answer that, just forget I asked.”He popped the lid to his pills off and took one before shoving them down into his bag. At lest now he would really know if he was hallucinating the stranger or not. “I tend to let my mouth run before thinking through what I say and then bullshit comes out as a response.”

Heba paused a bit in zipping up his bag and glanced to the stranger. “You are weird though, like really fucking weird. Do you know that? You give off this odd vibe and talk a bit stranger–” freakish actually. “It’s enough to make the average person uncomfortable. Do you do it on purpose? Or do you actively not get the way you talk?”

There went his mouth again, running a mile a minute and probably insulting this man at every turn. He truly didn’t mean it… maybe… actually no he most certainly meant the words he said just not saying them. If he ended up with a black eye because of his mouth again he’d never hear the end of how stupid he was from his grandmother.

Time is a fleeting thing, the more that one takes to observe,the more one has to make assumptions and find thus find deeper meanings in the transparent actions of others. Be it from the simplistic to that of tranquility,the longer one finds themselves overthinking meaning that is not there- the easier it is to get fixated on the unimportant. Its not a flaw of character or an indiscretion,its just how some individuals are. Atem was one of those people that just gets too wrapped up within his own head. Even now it seems that he could use some extra time, just to get his own thoughts sorted out- but as life is, and as it should be, it goes on and waits for no one.

Above all the things that could or rather should have happened, it was as though the opposite occurred. It seemed that the perplexity of the moment only marveled that of conclusions that beings had come to. In the small amount of time that Atem had been in this boy’s presence, and the obvious similarities that where so pronounced, it was a wonder how they didn’t leave the male stumbling- however it did take his breath away. 

Names of old held meaning, well beyond anything one could comprehend.

For lips were just pressed into a thin line, attempting to hinder a grin which only seemed to grow tougher to contain as time grew on. Great efforts had been used to not to ponder the thoughts that had once originated.But it was something Atem could and would not stop. Remembrance and the familiarity filling such with a warmth unlike anything experienced before.

But what a little voice in the back of his mind hushed- Like a record scratching the male had a single thought that left him blank and dragged him back to reality. Was it true though?

Focusing back on what was being said, instead of those consuming conjectures. Tongues of old found nothing but amusement in being called such names. It wasn’t the first nor would it seem to be the last time that one would be described as weird or unusual. Honestly it was almost flattering, if not a compliment.

Atem was well aware he was quite strange, well aware that he spoke in a rather funny way. It made him unique, made him stand out in a crowd. Not in a negative way, or a positive one. Out of all the people from this life time or the last, one wasn’t incapable, or unintelligent, quite the opposite. His habits and personality just took a little bit of time getting used too. Atem liked to think of himself as irreplaceable instead. Therefore, there was nothing but a smile that plastered his face. A tip in his head as he glanced away from the other being. A bit lip of sorts as a small laugh escaped him, nimble hands going to shake out some knotted hair.

Tucking a strand of blond bang behind a heavily pierced ear, Atem took a step back, rolling on the balls of his feet. An ancient language rolling off his tongue. “Oh sweet, sweet child- If only you knew the greater truth.”He almost sang it as a little tune, his voice deep and dripping as he rolled the syllables. The smolder of his eyes coming out in an almost romanticized way. It could be considered almost a test of sorts, if one could understand then great if not there had to be further discussions.

Nothing is impossible, that same little voice whispered.  

“Well.” He began switching subjects back to the task at hand- sighing softly as one did. Atem had to listen intently to the inquires being presented, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “I do apologies if I have made you uncomfortable. It tis not my intention- However.” He hummed a moment,trying to find the words that would explain his own being, instead he laughed a small bit instead- A smile growing further on his tired features, guilty of taking gratification out of being so strange

“I would be a liar if I wasn’t aware of how -Strange- I can be sometimes. I blame it on the tongue I speak. You know how different languages can be sometimes. Direct translations are a talent I do not really possess.”In the male’s mind, it was the only real explanation to give. The ancient dialects of his people had many words for simple things.

That ancient tongue once more came out to play. Memories of older times turning his amused grin into a somber one. “If you where him, my Habib- You would understand and just call such a fool.”

Atem just laughed quietly to himself a single moment more. Shaking his head and trying to move past the awkwardness that was within the shared air. “ Forgive me child- I do not wish to present myself in such a off putting. The name is Atem, by the way. It is a true pleasure to meet you. “ He stated genuinely. 

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“I’m sorry for calling so late, but I’m walking home right now, and I think someone’s following me.”

Ƒrom - Stranger in the Night Starters 

Recently it seemed that number and devices held to ears where what was common, and typical practice. So many a being around the modern world seemingly talking to ones self, only to have others of importance on other ends, it was strange nonetheless, but beings of old suddenly new it was an experience and a half. For it seemed that no matter the being, he was being inclined to process a device of the sorts. Be it this reason or that, it was seem a necessity. 

There is nothing wrong with that, no gosh no! It was more so the simplicity of it all, the male soon quickly realized just how handy this tool is. Above the computers and massive archives of information it was just how the world moved forward. 

Even now, half asleep, his face firmly pressed into the off coloured sheets that made up his bed. Hair a mess and the corner of eyes crisp from sleepy tears, Atem groaned into the darkness, the bright light of his phone illuminating the dungeon like room. Its adorably annoying ringer on full blast. Arms swung to reach it, hitting buttons to silence the cheery tone. 

Placed against his ear, hidden by light sheets, the male grumbled a hello. Such was thus followed by the concerning words of informative and worrisome beings. Heads just raised up from capers homes, focusing into the darkness awaiting. 

“You are what?- Can you speak up for me please?” One asked in a tone unknown, brows showed signs of confusion. “ How far away from home are you?” Pulling the phone away from an ear to check the time before another could answer, Atem noted it was well past witches hour.

What on earth was the boy doing out so late? He had to wonder.  

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Stranger in the Night Starters

“Where did you come from?”

“Stop following me!”

“If you don’t leave right now, I’ll call the cops.”

“Please… don’t hurt me.”

“That man in the back of the bar won’t stop staring at me.”

“I’m sorry for calling so late, but I’m walking home right now, and I think someone’s following me.”

“Listen, freak, get the fuck away from me!”

“I swear I saw that girl standing on the sidewalk last night too.”

"I think I just saw someone standing in the backyard.”

“Didn’t that car drive by me twice already?”

“You look so beautiful, even when you’re scared.”

“Get in the car. If you scream, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“It’s amazing how long it took you to notice me, considering it has been weeks since I started following you.”

“Let’s go back to my place. Then I can really give you a reason to whimper.”

“Shhh, stop fighting it. You’re okay now. You’re safe with me.”

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Stained and worn out from a couple dozen handfuls of odd backbreaking jobs, to make a quick buck have left the male in questions rather exhausted. Sure there was some money in his pocket and food in his belly, and even a little place to crash at later when one finally decides to sleep for a few hours before getting back too it. Yet strangely enough there was one thing this individual needed currently, and that was something new to put on his tired frame. 

Glancing in the shop mirror as the gloomy day continued on over head, Atem was able to catch a look at what he looked like- It made him make a rather uncomfortable face. He looked like a bum.

It was at this moment, with a hand though his knotted hair, and a coffee cup hanging from between his teeth, using a closed shop window as a makeshift mirror did one realize something eye catching walking lambently behind him.  

Spinning swiftly. Atem reached out, and oh so gently caught the beauty by the elbow, holding her back from her brisk walk for just a singly moment before he left go. Just enough to catch her attention- and by the gods above, he was met with a ever so lonely pair of molten gold eyes. Starstruck would be one word, but for another was a quick tongue- such just removed the coffee cup from a smoldering smile.

“I am so very sorry for bothering you darling, but I could not help but notice your dress, do you possibly think you could spare a few moments to help me out?”