𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒, she appears before you in corporeal form. penchant life bleeds into mortal's complexation, her emerald eyes thriving in a life completely her own. unburdened by yester-years prophets and mystery, she is once again as carefree as ever. irresponsible to the bone, yet endearing all the same. perhaps there is some truth to the claim that ignorance was a bliss, but one has to wonder : what was it that pained her so much to begin with ? those answers are now lost in the world, no doubt buried soundly in the depths of her soul. perplex brows now rises in her newfound conundrum, she pouts softly before turning her attention back to you. her finger pointing at the magician's reflection of a life-size cut out. ❝ she looks like me, ❞ she boldly claims with a minor huff, ❝ it's almost scary how much i look like the dark magician girl. ❞ // @millenniumpharaoh
BAKURA IS FURIOUS AND BRISTLING, standing in the shadow of a towering, jackal-headed god. ❛ anpu, ❜ he growls between the press of his teeth — because, of course, the gods choose to so graciously bless him with their presence... three thousand years too late. ❛ are ——— you! ❜ a question forms on the tip of his tongue, but dies when bakura spots him. ❛ care to explain this, pharaoh? ❜ he hisses, nails piercing skin when he yanks their god-king into himself.
¨ oh , my 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 surely i can work on safe venture that you are now exceptionally well-rested ? sometimes i must wonder if your penchant for sleep was an intentional omission in the matters of this arrangement , however . . . ¨
¨ well , i suppose it does lend you a certain 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶 just as well , to your fortuitous luck . ¨
‘ I don’t know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I’m with you, time will stand still. ‘
【 THE VAMPIRE DIARIES PROMPTS 】 || @millenniumpharaoh
Only weeks ago such words would have been met with MOCKERY, if not a healthy dose of cynicism. Perhaps words intended to ridicule his rival for such an open display of sickly sentimentality would have been spoken in response then, to be followed by that cynic kind of laughter which had become his recurrent trademark during their duels. Even now, true to his usual disposition, he felt if only slightly inclined to formulating a response DRENCHED in sarcasm. Truth be told, it wasn’t like he knew how else to react. Any attempt to walk away from that comfort zone he’d so stubbornly built for himself left a taste of humiliating awkwardness in his mind.
And yet, not a word escaped from lips which remained tightly shut for another moment, as though purposely trapping whichever automatic answer rationality had conjured. Instead, his gaze remained fixed upon an undetermined point far ahead; away from the eyes which surely ( he could FEEL it ) were staring at him in a sort of pensive silence. There was a certain flame within Atem’s eyes nowadays that elicited the strangest reactions within him, often so impossible to ignore. A flame which had known no name before, but that now he had —albeit tentatively— come to recognize, despite being a stranger to its very concept.
––––––––– Affection?
❝ I was away for a month, not an entire year. Don’t get so sentimental. ❞ Ah, but old habits die hard. It wouldn’t be him if at least a small glimpse of his usual self did not show itself even in these unlikely moments. It provided a respite from these unfamiliar emotions Atem’s very presence forced upon him. Some of which he had yet to accept in their entirety. Refused to, even. There was yet stubbornness within him, amidst the fire his rival had spread so harshly.
❝ I’ve been—- immersed in a new project. A time-consuming one. Perhaps my most ambitious one yet. ❞ He was careful to reveal no more than what words conveyed. There was a deeper complexity behind this new AMBITION of his; a powerful drive so familiar and yet so very foreign. ❝ A certain predicament of ours has become increasingly bothersome. So I’ve taken it upon myself to ensure it doesn’t remain that way for much longer. ❞ The words were handpicked one by one. He was threading into uncharted territory now; had been doing just that for a while and the cause of it all was the very man who stood beside him. And yet he remained impassive, gaze firmly focused on the dull view of sand and pyramids which had once attempted to appear impressive; and had seemed so for only one time— that very first time he stood in that same balcony. But he’d easily come to dislike this world; to harbor a sort of DISDAIN for it. Quiet. Unchanging. Dead. With naught to offer but the man who stood beside him. Enough for him to keep coming back, over and over again. And yet, this little cycle had swiftly become one he deemed unnecessary. Oh, he wasn’t about to let Atem go. He had learned from past experiences that even trying was an impossible task. Albeit shameful, he had ceased to deny what was blatantly obvious. He needed Atem.
But he was an ambitious man––––––––––- and he wanted more.
❝ I’ve successfully completed any and all projects I’ve set my mind to achieve; no matter how implausible anyone believed them to be when first conceived. Therefore I’m sure you realize I will stop at nothing this time, as usual. ❞ There was no way to properly introduce what he was about to reveal, not really. And he wasn’t inclined to guessing what sort of reaction he would get from his rival. He was DETERMINED, however. Surely Atem knew him enough to guess that much.
He would not avoid the other’s gaze for another second, eyes swiftly moving to search for Atem’s. And though he endeavored to conceal any sign of emotion within his blue gaze, his rival would —most likely— see that powerful sense of determination which had submerged him into this new project he spoke of. The very same which had kept him from making the exhausting journey to the dimension where the Pharaoh’s soul remained. Now, he wasn’t about to get as sentimental as his rival—- but it’d be a lie to say that he had not been… restless these last weeks, without Atem’s presence. Perhaps even more than restless. Yet, he knew that the possible benefits of him succeeding in his latest endeavor exceeded the costs of spending long periods of time away. By far.
His next action was nearly automatic; a hand reaching out until long fingers grazed Atem’s cheek. The first time he had touched his rival in such a way, he’d been seeking proof that Atem was really there; not a mere product of imagination or a holographic projection. Ever since, it became a habit of sorts. And one Atem himself seemed to enjoy. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed certain subtleties— the way his rival would move his head only slightly to press his cheek against his hand, as though longing to prolong the rare contact between them. And yet, as fingers moved in a silent inspection that could almost pass for an intimate caress, he came to the same conclusion like many times before. Sure enough, Atem was there; and the skin beneath his fingers was more solid than a hologram. But not quite real. Not quite physical.
Never had he been one to enjoy touching another; not even in the most innocent or formal of ways. And yet, it PUZZLED him—- why he so deeply longed to feel Atem’s flesh beneath his fingers.
❝ I’m working on finding a way to bring you back. ❞ The words left his lips easily, eyes refusing to leave the ones of his rival. If his tone was not a clue as to how serious he was, then his expression conveyed it perfectly. He needn’t explain it further. The CEO was almost sure that Atem knew exactly what he meant with bringing him back.
To the world of the living.
His world.
❝ You don’t belong here. ❞ You belong with me. He meant to say, and he almost did; the words almost touching his lips before being abruptly silenced. It was a confession that, perhaps, he was not yet prepared to make.
. ¸ . ✩ “ Go outside ? NOW ?!!? ” Usagi grasps a firm hold of her futon, burrowing further under the comforter until only her flushed bun head peaks above the table, wide eyes glistening under the warm evening light. “ No way, nope nope nope, I’m not coming out from under this until SPRING. ”
really , he pulled it off even better than she had anticipated he would , though she didn’t place it on quite perfectly & she finds herself reaching over to fix a hair or two that were sticking out rather awkwardly .
‘ i’m glad you like it ! ’ she beams , soft cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink as she speaks . ‘ it looks good on you . ’
