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[castgil]

  marsarrim         a certain little boy is now absolutely pouting at his father because of how long he had been absent. "you missed storytelling night !"

slightly muscular arms remained wrapped around chest , oh no , hes dear little son had been ABSOLUTELY fuming at him !  story night ?  ah , he had forgotten all about story night . It wasn’t like he had any stories to tell anyways ! Caster Gilgamesh had quite  a lot of stories but most of everyone knew all of them by now .... right ?   “  It seems that I did , I apologize for missing storytelling night . “ In which he would place a hand upon the youngers shoulder and begin to usher him along .

“ and what did i miss when it  came to story telling night ? Tell me everything . “ 

[auzare]

Some souls simply did not belong, did not fit the world around them nor the people they sought to mingle with. Atem was one such, ancient spirit so at odds with all that was around, much like stranger caught in passing that is palpably incorrect here (or perhaps it is Atem who is incorrect; the world is a confusing thing at times). It is enough to give pause, attention firmly caught as violet gaze fixes pointedly on other man. Rude it might be to stare, but Pharaoh did not quite think he minded what a stranger thought.

“Who are you?” There is a curiosity there, stepping closer without much regard for own safety or other’s comfort. “I’ve never met someone who looks quite like you, your features are strange.” Harder in places where Atem’s own people were not, whilst simultaneously softer in ways his were sharp. It left a strange sort of curiosity in the boy-king, someone whose experiences with people outside of his own was to be considered limited at best.

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