Describe my muse in one sentence.
"A sad king who's lost his crown - a sorry sight, indeed." Bakura spat the last words at Atem, almost sounding disappointed for falling short of something, before a low, quiet laugh followed. His eyes are thorn-like and full of scorn while he grins at him.
(I guess this might be a little more applicable to Yami Yugi?)
『 Describe my muse in one sentence. 』♚
╰┈➤ @omi-nor
Seed of anger begins to grow in the pit of his stomach and it was about to burst into fiery stems if it wasn’t for Yuugi to calm him in the back of his mind. It’s his partner’s choice whether to stay inside the soulroom or accompany him in the events that happen around him. And right now, Yami sent signals of distress to him.
His gaze is stern, glaring. His eyes are scrunched and there are creases on the upper bridge of his nose from his brows being cast downward. The ‘ lost ‘ crown is yet to be found but that depends on what the context is. If this had no relation to his cluelessness regarding his past then it must be Bakura’s way of getting under his skin just because.
“You may have to refresh that sight, Bakura.” He decides to pick the cheeky route instead of satisfying the other. “Because I believe if I’d lost one I have gained another.” The duel crown is enough.