#sorcererandhisapprentice

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

@sorcererandhisapprentice​

“...Depends how hard the bite is, I guess.”

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

@sorcererandhisapprentice​​ asked:  Mahad just casually runs his fingers through his fiancé’s hair, idly playing with the fluffy mess. {pretend I’m on the right blog lmao}

He doesn’t say anything directly-- but the hums that damn near sounded like purrs were a clear indication as to how he felt about Mahad playing with his hair.  Yes, good.  More please.

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@sorcererandhisapprentice​​ asked:  “don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” {Mana!}

“Listen, and listen well.  Inserting yourself into other’s problems will only end up screwing you over in the end.  Don’t be so nosy.”  He was cold, but he knew it for the best.  She was still young, she didn’t have to be privy to his level of anguish.

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@sorcererandhisapprentice​​ asked:  “you almost died.” {a v concerned Mahad uwu}

“But I didn’t.”  Bakura meant for his voice to sound firm, but it wavered-- much due to the concern in Mahad’s face.  His brows furrowed, gaze lowering as his fingers dug in the sterile white hospital sheets.  He hated this, the smell made him sick.  He’d been jabbed more time than he could count, and damn near every time, he’d had to be held down by at least two security members.  

But, most of all?  He hated that look on Mahad’s face.  He hated that he was the cause of Mahad’s pain.

“...I’m sorry.  I...”  His words trailed off, really unsure of what to say at this point.

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@sorcererandhisapprentice​​ asked:  “ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” {Mahad ofc uwu}

Bakura did let go-- of the breath he was holding, anyway.  However, his hands remained with an iron grip across Mahad’s torso.  His earlier shaking had quelled, his muscles spasming occasionally from the previous tension that they held. 

To think it was a simple nightmare that caused the great Ring Spirit to completely unravel.  Usually his nights were dreamless-- just darkness surrounding him until he opened his eyes again.  When he did dream, he took note of them more than anyone normally would-- despite them being painfully abstract and disorienting.  Bakura could barely even remember this dream-- only feeling a vague sense of entrapment from it all.  Being stuck in the right again, without a host to latch onto-- a genie in a cursed bottle, waiting for someone to free him.  

“...You’d free me, right?”  Bakura’s whisper was soft-- and he regretted it the moment it left his lips.  Asking for such a selfish request-- for Mahad to be his host?  It didn’t matter anyway-- he wasn’t even attached to the damn ring anymore.  

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@sorcererandhisapprentice​​ liked for a starter

“I want to go out.  Feels like we haven’t been on a date in forever.”

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Mahad's gonna give his fiance a big kiss!!!!!!!!

There’s absolutely no hesitation as Bakura returns the kiss, clutching his fiance in his arms.  Yup-- those damn butterflies in his chest were fucking relentless.

Pulling back, he looked into his lover’s eyes, his own filled with soft endearment.  It was amazing, this feeling-- an emotion he thought was damn near impossible to feel, the emotion he was so damn terrified of.  Love, it was an everyday occurrence now.  Bakura wouldn’t trade the world for it.

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bakura:  i’m a bad bitch i hate everything fuck you and you and--

mahad ( @sorcererandhisapprentice​ ): *exists* 

bakura: hello bless this green earth i love everything