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Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Rey
“But if I know you, I know what you’ll do… You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”
Often times when he was with Kaiba, he felt this sort of familiar, that perhaps they weren’t always strangers. Of course, they were not now… They were lovers and though they started out rocky, their closed off and brooding demeanor’s caused for an interesting start. However, here they were and sometimes he swore he could see Kaiba glistening… covered in metal and a royal color of his own decorating his form.
What is a King without his knight?
It sometimes came to him in his dreams, this vision of a time once past as though it was calling out to him, a light off the shore beckoning him forward. Exhaustion was threatening to take him as he sat across from his partner, eyes lingering upon the other for a moment and drifting for just a moment. Whether it was a vivid day dream or he had fallen asleep for a moment, the scenery seemed to change in his mind. Cool colored walls transforming into decorated tapestries and hanging royal purple flags, A’s hanging from them above a crimson dragon…. How fitting.
As he walked, a purple, fur edged cloak hung from his shoulders, heavily decorated white garb forming to his frame and… a crown adorning his head, though it did not quite feel right. He walked with a purpose… As though he was meeting someone and moments later, he heard the clattering of metal moving and instantly perked up as he rounded the corner to see a man who was close to his head, baring a sword and a suit of armor that adorned his crest and suddenly he could feel his heart swell and looking into crystalline eyes of the knight, he closed a gap between them.
“– Seto.” His voice hung low and quiet as a strange sort of tension filled the air.
“King Atlas.” He addressed, the already tall man still having to look up slightly. Anyone else would have bowed but not Kaiba. Never. The knight looked around the corner, as though to make sure they were in private hearing before speaking again. “Jack..” The only person who was granted the ability to say his name so freely. It was welcomed and made his heart warm.
The feeling of wrongness that circulated through his veins nearly hurt. That somehow just being close… Just granting the ability to use a name was not enough. They had this discussion – Though Jack was a King, this Knight had enough pull over him that he may as well be reigning with him… But what goes behind closed doors was to remain a secret, the pressure of taking a Queen still being put upon on him and it made him sick. He didn’t need one, nor want one.
I need not a Queen when I have sworn myself to another.
He could have sworn he was about to lean in and close the remaining space that hung between the King and the knight… But then he heard his name drawing him back to reality and the very real Kaiba was calling to him, violet hues fluttering open to look at him and once more he could see the other glistening. He wanted to let out a groan, enjoying his very, very realistic dream. He sat up in his chair with a small yawn, amazed that he was able to fall asleep at a table of all things.
“– Even as a King, I always find myself bowing to you.” He found himself saying, causing his brunette partner to cock an eyebrow upward and grin at the other. How very profound that he’d say something like that… Jack was stubborn and selfish, except in one case.
“Kings don’t bow.” the other stated, sipping his coffee across from the other.
“A King may bow to save his country.” Or his love. It was embarrassing to say in and of itself, but speaking in metaphors made something like a confession a bit easier, it always had.
Rollar blading, she shouldn’t have let her friends talking her into going that day, or well ever. Kisara on anything wheel related that wasn’t a car or a bike was never a good idea. The Main point, she had trouble staying up right and tended to crash, a lot.
“Alright, I think I got the hang of it.” Kisara said after her friend helped her up on her feet and Kisara gained her balance.
“Uh… Kisara….” Her friends said as Kisara slowly started moving backwards.
It didn’t help that what was behind her was a hill. She tired her best to stop herself from moving but there she went down the hill, backwards, without a way to stop herself.
“Watch Out!” she called hoping to land softly at least. “Sorry I can’t stop.”
Jack Atlas was normally not the time of person to casually walk through town. And he still was not. However, all motorcycles and runners did require a sort of maintenance to keep them up and running in top condition. Currently, his white runner was in the shop for repair and he was not about to use public transportation with people he considered himself to be above... So he chose to walk to the local cafe.
Looking down out his phone, checking emails about needless meetings that he didnt’ care for and other tedious public relation sort of things for his image and he just... He really didn’t care. As he went to put it back in his pocket, he looked up to hear a “Watch out!” From an unknown girl and instantly stepped to the side. However, rather than letting her fall, he reached out and gripped her arm, pulling her to an abrupt stop that kept him out of harms way but was still... moderately helpful.
With a roll of his eyes he let go upon her safely and crossed his arms, looking down at her with scorn. “Maybe you should learn how to do that when people can’t be hurt?” Idiot.
{ Once I get home from work I’m going to try to crunch out replies on all of my blogs because I’ll be starting a semi-hiatus while I’m away at Dragon*Con. I leave very early Thursday morning and haven’t even STARTED to pack oops. I’ll be bringing my laptop but obviously won’t be on so much, but my skype is shotabuns for those that want to stay in close contact! }
Send me a “♫” and a ship name and I will put my iPod on shuffle and write a drabble on them based on that song.
Terrible Things by Mayday Parade
“Please don’t be sad, now I really believe.. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. So, So slow… I fell to the ground on my knees.”
With any sort of competition through physical means there was always an implied danger. This included even the most of simple of things such as driving a car… or perhaps racing on a motorcycle, since it was in fact his profession. It was rare for crashes to happen in Turbo Duels, the losing opponent generally knew when to stop, but in the most heated of duels it had happened in the past. Jack was a stubborn man and even when the lights had begun to flicker in the arena and the course losing its power, sending spurts of blind darkness, he refused to stop. He was ahead, he was a King and something like the darkness could not defeat him… Or so he though, until it swallowed him and as though it was like a set up, his runner right straight into his opponents.
The last thing Jack could remember was the sound of metal scraping and wall tumbling down. A hazed crimson blur and an arm extending out from beneath rubble, reaching for help of any kind.. Help that was receieved, but not all damage can be fixed.
He should have stopped… There was more than just his own life he was living for now, and that was the life of his lover, Kaiba.
When Kaiba had arrived at the hospital, he was already in one of the rooms, they told him that it would be futile but the CEO refused to accept such a thing. Kaiba had a stubbornness and this was the last thing that he wanted to be defeated him. He didn’t want to lose to death… Not Jack. Reasoning with him was foolish, he kept telling them to do everything it took, he didn’t care about the cost, time or damage as long as he’d live… But not even money can heal all wounds no matter how advanced the technology was.
Aren’t you going to say goodbye?
As Kaiba began to make his way to the room, he couldn’t help but feel so incredibly defeated and it was not even his own fight, but he felt as though it was. It had gotten to the point where Jack was now an extension of himself.. and as crystalline hues fell upon the bruised and beaten form of his companion, he could feel a lump beginning to form in his throat already. Seto Kaiba was not weak and he was not one to cry ever… How long had it been since he had? With a deep, shaky breath, he attempted to compose himself to the best of his abilities before walking in to the room, the sound causing the sleeping blonde to shift and slowly open up hazed, violet eyes.
We can’t stop the internal bleeding.
And somehow, Jack found it in himself to give the smallest of smirks to the other, causing Kaiba to nearly rolls his eyes. Pulling up a chair to the side of the mans bed, he daringly took the others hand in his own. They were never the couple that spoke in volumes or vast amounts. Having an understanding of each other beyond that of a normal relationship, they simply held onto each others hand for life. Studying the bloodied face of the other and the way the beautiful shimmer in the eyes he cared for so deeply was beginning to fade… He could remember every part of their relationship. Every single step…
Recollecting with fondness, he remembered the time they gave themselves to each other, and only each other. The slow and tender way their bodies wrapped around each other and the way Jack always tasted of lingering coffee and traces of vanilla. Even through damage, there was evident beauty in his features and softness that was saved only for him… Something that was soon to fade. Lost in his thoughts, as a hand rose to brush his cheeks that he had just now realized had been tainted by a single tear that escaped. Oh… No one better walk in and see him like this.
And still, Jack found a way to smile… Knowing that perhaps if he faltered the other may break. After resisting their feelings and suppressing emotions all of their lives, to finally be so open was a blessing… And such great things were always fleeting. “Seto–” Something Jack would only call him in private, reserved for few that made his heart leap. “You’re so strong.” And he knew he was, but right now he didn’t want to be and he wasn’t. How could he be… He had finally opened up to someone, found someone to thaw a heart of stone and he was… leaving.
In his palm, he could feel he others pulse beginning to weaken which sent Kaiba into an internal panic.
Jack knew that Kaiba would make it without him… But that didn’t make parting any less painful. The idea of growing old together was something that… He never thought he would come to enjoy or a life that he had planned. How terrible….
The others breath began to become uneasy.. and he knew that the was nearing. As the monitor began to slow and there was saving him no more, he stood up and the panic had begun to strike him. Jack let out a wheezing breath, and Kaiba had no clue what to do… There wasn’t anything he could do and the helplessness he was feeling was too much. Don’t go, you can’t go.. “– I love you.” Jack spoke in a hushed tone and held onto the others hand. Even after they had been together for as long as they had, they did not speak those three words frequently and it pierced through him like an arrow. “I’m sorry.. I–” Jack spoke but Kaiba remained frozen he didn’t know what to do… What does one do when – and his thought was cut off by the sound of a flat lined monitor and fading violet shut for the last time in an eternal slumber.
“Jack….?”
“–Jack….?!”
“Jack!!”
Realization had finally struck and Kaiba launch himself forward and held onto the body of his lover that was still warm and tears began to freely flow. “You should be sorry!” Anger, the need to bargain with the devil himself to get him back… Realization that his life would no longer have it’s King. “–You promised to…” Stay by my side. To not hurt me.. And yet this is a hurt unlike any other, one he had never truly felt and it felt like his entire heart was being ripped out of his chest violently.
Sipping his drink, he rolled his eyes at the person across him who was clearly judging him for some reason. It’s totally normal to spend $30 on a cup of coffee--
{ I am now matchies in icons with Kaiba. FUck. Sorry for my lack of activity on all of my accounts! I’ll be focusing on here and Cloud when I get back home from watching Sinister 2! }
{ ♔ } -- Muscular arms slipped into the tailed suit jacket with a sigh, hands moving to the long tie around his neck to finally tie and tighten it to finish the ensemble that he did not particularly enjoy, but to formal outings and dinners was necessary. Violet hues skimmed over his own form through the full length mirror, raising a hand to sift through his hair to fix its specific alignment. On most occasions, he probably would not put so much care into his appearance but he and the man he would be having dinner with -- that was owed to him due to an unpleasurable service his did for the other -- were public figures. Beyond that, friends and colleagues after a time.
Rather than riding in something like a limo, he chose to transport himself there via his own Duel Runner. Now, there was only person who he could probably sit and have conversation with and it was a younger man who went by the name of Seto Kaiba. They had formed quite the friendship, the only ones they current both possessed, after many forced meetings being that they were both professional duelists and then some. He disliked people, but if it was going to be anyone, it was Kaiba. And this habit of being able to tolerate and actually respect one another lead to a fated friendship. There were few things he would not do for Kaiba by this point, though he would never admit such a foolish and selfless thing. The King, Jack Atlas, did not bow to anyone... At least in a public manner.
After parking himself, he started to make his way up the stairs of the restaurant that was far too large and far too expensive for his previous small town boy tastes, but did not mind. They were royalty in their own respects, they could do as they pleased, and this was something he had to remind himself of often as he saw the other awaiting him near the entrance. His hands went to his pockets after giving the other male a small wave of greeting. Posture correct, bright eyes shifting to meet the crystalline hues of the other, but never really looking down on him, he would not dare, he spoke without the trace of a smile. “Yo.” It was a statement rather than an apology but it was enough to bright a smirk to tug at the corners of his lips for a moment, “I’m a bit late.”
Perhaps he would have opened the door for the other, had someone else not have done it already for the two of them as they walked into the heavily decorated, yet dimly lit area, causing him to let out a small whistle.
{ I was going to write a starter or an open but it’s 5 am and I have not slept. Anyways, hello it’s Kay! I also rp Cloud, Cain and Axel! If you’d like a thread or to plot, please like this post and I’ll get one up soon! }
{ Hello, Kay here with another muse I probably don’t have time for. If you’d like a small starter from my small gay, please like this post! If you’d like to plot and/or get a pre-established relationship message me or comment! }
{ Hello, Kay here with another muse I probably don’t have time for. If you’d like a small starter from my small gay, please like this post! If you’d like to plot and/or get a pre-established relationship message me or comment! }
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