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“La nostra meta non è mai un luogo, ma piuttosto un nuovo modo di vedere le cose”
@bluskyes | ame&airen
► AME | The door to his apartment swung open and he tiredly slipped his shoes at the door. The moment the door had closed behind him, the beaming smile on his lips faltered and settled into a neutral line. It was nice, being able to let himself loose in the private of his own home. Shuffling forward, his eyes lifted to Airen on the couch and his lips twitched up into another smile, this time more genuine in nature. “Hey...” he greeted, immediately moving to lat on top of the other. Legs straddled his hips as he snuggled up against. Chin propped on his chest, he pushed himself up a little. “Have you eaten yet?”
@bluskyes / 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 / sc
❛ it’s my fault when they cry . ❜
@bluskyes said: “ please don’t leave me alone again . ” // i can't believe i said end with this one but do you know how sad this would be if yuugi said this in his SLEEP (MOSTLY) ANGSTY DRABBLE PROMPTS
The pure black canvas with thousands of blinking stars splashed all over. The darkness soothes the mind, the eyes, the soul, an invitation for the beautiful carousel of dreams. Atem feels the calmest at night. At this hour he is more than likely asleep. But the present isn’t like the past and he isn’t always required to go to bed early. He used to rise with the Sun each morning. But now— he wants to spend more time with the Moon.
He’s been sitting at the desk, cheek leaned into the palm of his hand. There is a nice view towards the sky and a gentle platinum gold dappling light coming through the window from the Moon and stars. They also reflect in Atem’s glistening amethystine-violet optics. It’s hypnotizing in a way, completely erasing what he has in his mind as he is focused only on the endless sky. Sleep is slowly catching up, however, and he feels the tiredness prompt him to make way to his sleeping spot. He carefully gets up from the chair so not to make any noise. After all, Yuugi is sleeping right on the bed to his left. Gently withdrawing his hand from the chair, Atem turns on his heel as he begins walking with the most cat-like steps. But then, he stops on his tracks when he could hear something.
The Pharaoh turns his head towards Yuugi, at first thinking he might have woken up. But as he approaches a tad closer, he finds that isn’t the case. He stays for a couple more seconds until a certain sentence slips from Yuugi and a sudden feeling forms on his chest. It’s as though he wants to respond but he knows it will be pointless and he’d might risk waking up Yuugi surely. Instead, the Pharaoh scoots to the farther end of the bed and ponders over the said, the words repeating in his mind like a broken record.
He could remember the time Yuugi broke down in tears the same moment it was time for him to go after he’d lost the duel. Despite it being a loss, it was a greater win more than anything. Alas, for Yuugi… the win was the opposite. Atem didn’t think much of it then, but after he’d gone to the afterlife he realized that he, too, had lost something important. This bond that he’d formed with Yuugi has a huge impact on his life that he can’t let go of it that easily. He can pretend only so far that it didn’t bother him for they had parted ways. But a miracle it was when they crossed paths again and Atem still believes this is a dream. And he doesn’t want to wake up. He wants to stay with Yuugi.
Atem lies down on his side, above the blanket, afraid that he might fidget much. And he remains there, right next to Yuugi. So when they both wake up, they first thing they’d see is that they’re both still together. And soon, the Pharaoh falls into a deep slumber.
Hello! New venture into lettering, calligraphy and then watercolors! ❤
@bluskyes said: [ CLIMB ] for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. // their height differences aren't even that much but why do i feel like yuugi would make it a damn point to sit on the countertop sometimes while talking to atem lMAO ‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS
There’s a quirk to the Pharaoh’s brow and a mild amused smile from under as soon as Yuugi settles upon a countertop to be at a head-level with him. The Pharaoh could say that there is a visible difference in their heights, although he’d frankly never asked how tall the other is. It’s never mattered. But Atem would notice the little things, such as the latter’s current position. Possibly a newly developed habit? Does Yuugi do it subconsciously? Regardless, the Pharaoh keeps a lighthearted approach.
And he wonders why he would be the one to carry him first.
“Oh. I see you’ve reached me. Very clever.”
@bluskyes 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 : “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “ // I’m going to offer you a few memes, this is from Sakura!
❛ yes . ❜
his response is simple despite the way his muscles ache & his breath is labored . he keeps his breathing silent , however , despite how difficult it was to maintain . some behaviors learned in training would never find their escape from him .
standing , or trying to , he lifts himself with his leg just before a stabbing shock of pain jolts through his nerves & to his core . he keels over with haste , not allowing even a groan to emit from his throat . damn . he thinks . in this moment , he’s cursing himself . he’d much rather be in any other situation than at the mercy of sakura’s medical ninjutsu . already feeling burdensome , he holds his leg as it throbs , & looks to sakura with an irritated , yet pained expression . he doesn’t want her help , & yet . . . it’s not as if he has any right to resist it .
letting out a sigh , he shakes his head in some self - disappointment . sitting awkwardly before her , he’d not deny that requires some sort of assistance . he’s ashamed that it happened in the first place .
realizing he’d all but given her the truth , he retracts his statement however uncomfortably .
❛ i . . . did not realize . ❜