#rp:seto

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@adonaiis continued from [x]

As beginning conversations went he suppose that he should have been ready for such a reaction. However, he knew that if he didn’t begin this conversation soon then he never would and in the long run that would only lead to more issues and more pain down the line. It wasn’t something that he had come to realise easily, nor something that he wished to acknowledge out loud, in words impossible to take back - but something needed to change and since he was the one to have made this situation occur in the first place then he was the only one who could end it too. A deep breath was taken, swallowing back his emotions as he set his mask into place - an act he was so used to doing before the entire world and now one needed to protect himself for what was to happen. “That is the topic that I wish to discuss... so can we please have a conversation...” he frowned, “...You know of...” he paused again. This was difficult. His pride was eating away at his mind, telling him again and again of all that he would loss if he said what had to be said. “...I’m calling it all off”

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☯ -deliver bad news that they know will break my muse, but they need to know. (probably the fact that he's not expected to live past 18)

Angsty ship memes:

@nicholas-wolfwood

Mokuba had just fallen silent, staring at Nick with wide, fearful eyes while Seto paused in the notes that he had been taking, gazing down at the notebook he held, unwilling to meet his brother or Nick’s gaze at that moment in time. He wasn’t sure how to even describe the feeling that had suddenly come over him. It felt as though this had to be some kind of sick joke, right? Was this just the worlds way of punishing him for past mistakes? Keep placing people within his life to slowly grow close to - only to then rip them away at the last moment? He blinked, pen slowly moving as he took down the last few words that had been spoke. Wasn’t expected to live… he could change that. He was already so close to defeating death once…what was a second go? He could do it. If anyone could then it would be him. He frowned and glanced at his phone for a few seconds. The silence to fill the air was too tense, too heavy and Seto found himself wishing to flee. But that wouldn’t be fair on Mokuba… “I see”, he muttered softly, attempting to hide the bitterness in his throat, only for it to instead sound as though his voice was breaking near the end, his head beginning to hurt as he thought over all the possible methods to use in order to tackle the mess that was suddenly before him, “…But we have no idea of what age you happen to be at the moment”, he frowned slightly as he studied Nick once more. It was difficult to determine his biological age - for he certainty looked as though he was well over the age of eighteen. “W-we have better medicine and things here”, Mokuba whispered softly, Seto flinching slightly as he noticed that his brother was crying “W-we can fix it… we can fix you…” “Mokuba….”“No! Nick’s family now! We…we can do something about this!”, he broke out into full sobs before turning and fleeing from the room, Seto sighing as he slowly got to his own feet. “…He’ll be alright with some time. I really do wish that you had told this to me sooner. But Mokuba is correct. We have advance technology…there may be something that we can do… maybe”. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. This was what that bastard had spoken about. Letting people too close only meant more pain once they left. He should have learned that lesson when Atem had passed back to the afterlife - yet here he was again. Caring once more only to lose it all in the matter of a year? Even less? Who knew?But perhaps his research would be rather useful now.

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Trying to Save Christmas

@starlightstriver

It was finally December and much like always if you looked at the Kaiba Corp building or mansion you would see no such sign of such an event. Seto was quite known for hating this time of year - even if their profits tended to go rather high. He hates the cold, hated how snow could make everything stop or slow down and most of all he hated all the twinkling lights and tacky decorations that the city seemed to enjoy throwing in his face.

He may now own the majority of the city buy even Seto Kaiba could not cancel Christmas. Mokuba simply would not allow it. The younger Kaiba was currently wondering through the mansion, trying to find a certain new member of staff. Both she and Seto seemed to be taking turns on who could look the most depressed. It was slowly beginning to drive him a little crazy if he was to be honest.

Kaiba meanwhile had locked himself in the office so was quite oblivious to the bags of decorations and the large tree that had been carried into the main living area by newer members of staff who didn't wish to upset Mokuba.

The younger brother though wanted to find Estelle. Wanted to make at least one of the grumpies try to enjoy the festival season. Besides, no matter how bad of a person she or Seto seemed to think she was - Mokuba thought otherwise.

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@adonaiis continued from {x}

Words cut into him like small razor sharp blades, yet he barely flinched. He was used to this. He was used to the feeling of being torn apart even when he was attempting to show just how much he did care for the other. But though the words hurt and though the truth stuck out against him like a blunt weapon, he preferred this over the silent treatment that was how it used to be. Slowly, it was becoming rather painfully obvious of just how much he had shattered that bound that had once been there between them. He was slowly becoming more and more like the man who he never wished to be like - a thought that caused his eyes to close over briefly as he pulled those particular feelings to the back of his mind. He would dwell on those later. No one but himself had to deal with the mental breakdown his mind was slowly falling under. He was growing weaker though. While Atem seemed to have been wasting away physically - Seto seemed to be mentally. His arguments were rare - the comments he spoke often seemed random or out of place - as though speaking aloud a random thought to have drifted across his mind. It was part of the reason he was home alot now - Mokuba having taken over a lot of the company work for now. “Yes this is so” he muttered and walked back over to sit down. He wasn’t sure what he could do. What he was willing to do. All he could do for now was to wait for this hate from the one he loved, to eventually breakdown all his defences. Maybe that would be for the better. Maybe if he managed to let that last bit of his pride fall - then he would be able to give back the freedom that he knew Atem should have. But Pride was a powerful emotion.

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🎀Seto

Send 🎀 for your muse to be caught under mistletoe with my muse

@beautyofillusixxn

He hated this time of year. Everyone was too happy.Everyone wanted something.And then there were these foolish traditions that only added to his discomfort. His gaze glanced up towards the annoying plant that was hung over his head before he lowered his gaze back down towards the woman who stood near him. Mana.That was what they had called her before right? She seemed to almost enjoy turning up in his office with little to no warning and now she brought a stupid plant with her too? He sighed and placed his coffee on the nearby table, reaching over and wrapping an arm around the girls waist, pulling her against him as he gave the smallest of smiles. “I wasn’t aware you wanted a kiss so badly my dear”, it was said in a sarcastic manner but his voice was still rather sharp and cold, even as he used his free hand to tilt Mana’s face upwards, lowering down to softly capture her lips.Well - it was Christmas right?

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‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

different ways to say ‘i love you’.

 If looks could kill then surely Nick would be dead right about now. Seto sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he tried to stop the world from spinning around him, Mokuba standing off to one side of the room looking worried as Seto slowly dragged himself to his feet. “I have a cold. It’s not the end of the world so I would appreciate if you would both stop behaving as though I was about to keel over at any moments notice!” he might have sounded angry if it wasn’t for the coughing fit he then took, Mokuba glancing towards Nick with a worried look. Seto was terrible when ill. @nicholas-wolfwood

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As always, she put Kaiba's coffee on his desk, but this time she stayed next to it, seeming nervous. "My...Internship ends soon."

He glanced up from the screen, a little confused for a moment as to why she was staying put. First thing in the morning was always a busy time she he knew that she had plenty of work to be getting on with. Unless she truly was ahead of schedule? He’d be quite surprised. He set out goals to push people’s skills but also to keep them reasonably busy but not too stressed. A stressed worker never did their best in his experience. “Oh”, he sighed as he locked his screen and turned to face Kat, giving her his full attention for the moment, “And? Are you worried about how your performance has been?” @yellowdragonkat

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[ text ]: I’m not responding to this because I have died. I’m dead. Dead people don’t answer texts.

❝30 texts to send to my muse:❞ | Sentence Starter 

[Text] How can you be dead?[Text] Actually who was stupid enough to kill you?[Text] Get your butt down here - I don’t care if you don’t like hospitals. [Text] You need to have check ups now and then.

@nicholas-wolfwood