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Comic con with marikofthedesert

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Going to comic con today was so much fun! More pictures tomorrow with kitty Kura and Marik!

[theseventhitem]

Happy Birthday, dear marikofthedesert. Sorry I didn't write you a story, but you can have some lemon cake with lemon pudding and lemon icing. *whispers* it's lemon flavoured.

[mid-k-night]

Fast Love

Happy Birthday my darling sister marikofthedesert it's short but I hope you like it <3 I love you very much

Bakura quickened his pace on the sidewalk, he was going to miss it if he delayed a couple more minutes, he passed the closed locals of the Street in the middle of the night, throwing glances to the avenue, he stopped in a corner where some people were gathered, in not more than 5 minutes he heard the familiar roar of the motorcycles and shivered.

The leader of the bikers made a sharp turn and stopped the engine, when his hands removed the helmet, Bakura’s breathing stopped. The leader was an exotic Egyptian, and his looks were everything but usual, his brown golden skin was accentuated by platinum blond hair and big lavender eyes. When the man spoke Bakura inhaled again, this time strongly as if he wished to catch some of the hypnotic person’s smell, his name was Marik, and he appeared with his pack every 14 days in the same corner to ride fast through the avenue, one against the other, but the winner was always him.

That night the rides were the usual, the bikers burned their wheels on the road over and over again, there were laughs and yelling and some fights, but two brown eyes never left the leather of Marik’s sleeveless jacket, Bakura as tenacious as a waiting leopard, watched carefully taking note on every detail. He wondered if this was the night, he had waited too long to cross the barrier of social acquaintances, he had shared a couple of words with the boy, certainly not enough to get to the part that interested Bakura the most, the part where he could get close enough to feel that smell and feel a touch, even a small one would suffice for another 14 days. The white haired boy could barely think about anything else in between weeks, his mind was set on the Egyptian’s wild nature, he could see himself in it as if it was a mirror.

 When the riders rested the machines for a bit Bakura snuck between the small crowd, maybe he could get more than a “Hello, How are you?” today, for it was much more what he wanted to say. Marik dismissed some of the people around him, he was not fond of talkative individuals, he preferred more someone  with fire in his eyes, and he had seen one, always there like a faithful companion, his eyes trailed between the people hoping to find them, the biker loved the adrenaline, and that guy’s only presence screamed Bad Boy.

The time stopped and the air felt electric to Bakura the moment their eyes met, Marik’s feet moved on their own until they were a couple of steps away.

-          You must really like to watch us ride

-          I barely have anything better to do

-          Sounds like a boring life, Bakura

-          You call it that

Marik lit a cigarette and Bakura grabbed it with two fingers and threw it away, the Egyptian lifted a questioning brow.  - I am asthmatic – He lied, he just wanted to feel the actual smell of the boy, it was merely a step away, he wouldn’t let this situation go to waste, carefully Bakura got a bit closer, the Egyptian didn’t flinch a bit keeping his eyes in the bottomless brown pits – Tell me something, do you like bikes that much or just bikers? – A heartbeat, a smirk

-          Maybe I like both

-          What do you come here for, honestly?

-          Honestly? That doesn’t sound like me at all

The biker grinned wide, Bakura felt his restraints leaving his body as the world disappeared around them, his  focus were in the moving lips of Marik, he wasn’t listening anymore, on a moment his lips silenced the other, Marik just smiled to the kiss and responded in kind.

The next morning Bakura snuggled beneath the covers, his hands roamed searching for the other’s warm skin but found nothing, his eyes flew open and gazed around the apartment – Marik? – he called, but there was no response. The boy felt his heart sinking in the inside of his chest, even when he thought he wanted a one night stand he wished Marik didn’t left without a word. Bakura paced in circles as a caged lion until he noticed his phone screen blinking.

-          Bakura, neither of us expected this, and neither of us are Mr. Right, but I am hoping to have some fun again, if you come see me every  14 days as you always do, you will get what you’re been looking for all this time.

And thus, every 14 days things are set, for a night two rebels find some peace in their minds.

[discordinsound-blog]

☂ ((I know we haven't interacted before~ I just love your muse XD))

☂ -- My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

When Ryou bumped into the man, he planned only on mumbling an apology and making his way past; but looking up at the man was like looking into a bad memory, and he hesitated. That moment was all the heavens needed to decided to open up, and the occasional drop became a shower. Ryou slumped down on himself a little more, mumbling his "Sorry," and hoping he wasn't recognized.

[resilienthost]

"Bakura?" Marik knocked loudly on his boyfriend's door, his tone impatient. "It's me, let me in already. Why are you ignoring me?" He wasn't going to admit it, but he had actually been worried about the thief.

Bakura had buried herself under a blanket on the couch. Nope. She wasn't going to leave this spot for the rest of the day.

"...Go away!" she managed in a muffled voice. Her voice sounded barely anything like usual since it was now effeminate.

[vasejumper]

To all my partners

//I haven't had internet in my house since my parents don't let me use ours and the neighbor I used moved away. If you're waiting on a reply for me, and I haven't responded, I'm not ignoring anything; I've had no way to reply. I am looking for a new internet source, but if anyone wants to drop threads in the meantime, just let me know!

[florence-midknight]

Half finished!

Half finished Jules' birthday gift. The other half should be started this evening.

I hope she likes it.