Knight of the Spirit World

Knight of the spirit realm, leader of his brethren and bound in service to his world, Legendary Knight Timaeus! (Independent Timaeus blog. Open to RP, asks, AU, and cross fandom friendly. See charatcer info for more information)

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@Blueeyeswhitemajesty

[tinyleader-timaeus]

To a military man, nudity was practically the status quo and the nudity of your sworn enemy did little to skew it. So follow Timaeus did, his eye darting over the other man in that perfunctory sweep which checked for weapons and assessed strengths and weaknesses, though the usual boredom with which Timaeus carried it out was sorely missing. Now his eye burned with a fire it hadn’t held for eons, looking ready to spark out and set the very world ablaze. What had Kisara been thinking, allowing this man a place in the castle?  Dartz remained a slippery bastard, that had not changed. Timaeus’ working eye narrowed again, two slightly elongated fangs protruding from a firmly set bottom lip. His agitation had reached a serious point if his dragon form encroached on his human one. He rolled his… eye, which was woefully less impressive. “Having my soul lent to a card has led me to question the fabrics of things, sir.” The title carried less respect than if he had called Dartz the bastard son of a three headed goat. Timaeus would not recognise this one’s royalty. “Multiple versions of ourselves or nae… each of us carries the core of his own being. I remain certain you acted as much a scoundrel as the knave who commanded my Atlantis.” Pleasantly indeed. “Accidental.” The flat tone and the twitching of his eyebrow ever higher showed exactly what Timaeus thought of that. “Pray, share your accident with me in further detail. I am no stranger to the magical workings of this kingdom. You must have some insight into why you graced us with your auspicious presence.” Provide said insight or be proven a blithering fool, said Timaeus’ stare, as clear as day.

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Tunic on, hose on, boots… he checked himself over one more. He seemed presentable enough for this place. Now he could get back to the business at hand; escaping. Alright, so, how to do that exactly? He hated to buck the hospitality but the sooner he left this place the better. They’d been kind thus far but he knew his head was never far from a platter. He certainly didn’t fail to notice the sharp introduction of the fangs to Timaeus’ face either. He was sure that wasn’t a good sign.

“I should hope so.” Dartz really didn’t give a rat’s if the knight recognized his title or not. Let him stew, let him simpered, Dartz had enough pride in himself to stand tall and endure the meandering loathing rolling off the other. The other who seemed to be struggling to control himself. “I won’t pretend to speak on the nature of souls or cores of being but in an infinite number of universes I should think not all versions of myself are scoundrels.” He countered. “I can only really speak for myself, in the end, and I did do some dark things, it’s true. That said there were circumstances beyond anyone’s control- let alone my own- and I would happily acknowledge here, today, that I made mistakes and poor judgements. You can take that how you will.”

“Accidental.” He repeated stubbornly, back straight, eyes sharp. “And while, perhaps, I do have an insight into this accident I preserve the right to share it only with your Queen.”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

“I have not yet met a version of you that wasn’t,” he snapped in response, one of his fangs catching the very edge of his lip. He needed to calm down. He knew that. Timaeus struggled to pull in a calming breath, find his centre again. Think of the trees...  “Some.” His voice was flat and no less angry. Timaeus blew that breath out between his teeth. “I believe ‘poor’ is an inadequate descriptor for the decisions you made. Acknowledgement does little for crimes, Dartz. I know such rather intimately. If one is truly sorry, one will endeavor to make reparations and apologies.” That was better. Far more in control. That was, of course, until Dartz spoke again. Timaeus’ eye flashed with a spark of fire and he hissed again. Visible anger was not such an issue where Timaeus was concerned. True, it was not the best of signs when his carefully controlled temper began to slip, but in this stage it was little more than a short-range explosion. It happened with the troops occasionally, when they were incompetent enough to earn such wrath. In the short term, nothing much happened. But when he first grew enraged, then grew quiet. Now that, that was dangerous.  Another breath and Timaeus straightened to his full height once again, every muscle tensed and ready to see battle. He did not, however, reach for his sword. He smiled instead, a dangerously languid smirk that spread across his face. The fangs had retreated, leaving only the sharpness of Timaeus’ expression to warn of the danger roiling beneath the surface.  “I advise you to reconsider that stance, friend.” His voice was soft, saturated with confidence born from thousands of years at the sword. “You stand before me only by her Majesty’s grace. Were she to rescind but a single word of her edict, your head would lay by my feet. You are required to speak to me.”

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@Blueeyeswhitemajesty

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus, sincerely, would not have cared one bit for your state of undress, Dartz. Your body held little appeal to him, other than his growing, violent need to see it broken and bloody at his feet. He sucked in another hissing breath through his teeth, desperately seeking out the calm place Kritias, Helmos and Kisara had all helped instill within him. Calm was hard to find around this man.

He snorted, heavy derision in his eye as he stared Dartz down before handing over the plain clothing he had been given. “Do not attempt to disarm me with the charm of your wit. I gave you a chance at my trust once before and reaped only pain for my efforts.” The scarring over his useless eye burned in a way it had not for a long, long time. He still remembered the sword. Timaeus smiled despite the way his fingers twitched toward his sword hilt. He kicked the door shut and stood, arms folded across his chest. “What are you doing here?”

[domaintandem-blog]

“Thank you,” he chirped calmly as he took the clothes and toddled back towards the bathroom. He expected Timaeus would follow, if only to yell at him some more, and he welcomed the company! So throwing away what was left of his night clothes he began to robe himself properly as they continued their conversation.

“You find me charming?” He countered, “how kind of you.” And with that he turned back to slipping the tunic over his head. Now this was a style of clothing he was more familiar with, the old world was laced into its fibres. Had these even been hand sewn? He wondered if they had menial machines like sewing machines in the Dominion? A question for later perhaps. “I am not exactly the Dartz you knew however. I am a version of Dartz, of course, and our stories overlap significantly from what I can tell so far but I might still surprise you. Pleasantly even, if we’re lucky.” “I wish I knew.” He answered plainly. “I fell asleep in my own home and I woke up here. I assure you my visit is purely accidental in that sense.” Perhaps he could benefit from it but for now he wasn’t sure in what way. As for the Leviathan and the stone… Kisara’s warning had sunk in well enough for him to keep his mouth shut on those matters, for now.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

To a military man, nudity was practically the status quo and the nudity of your sworn enemy did little to skew it. So follow Timaeus did, his eyes darting over the other man in that perfunctory sweep which checked for weapons and assessed strengths and weaknesses, though the usual boredom with which Timaeus carried it out was sorely missing. Now his eye burned with a fire it hadn’t held for eons, looking ready to spark out and set the very world ablaze. What had Kisara been thinking, allowing this man a place in the castle?  Dartz remained a slippery bastard, that had not changed. Timaeus’ working eye narrowed again, two slightly elongated fangs protruding from a firmly set bottom lip. His agitation had reached a serious point if his dragon form encroached on his human one. He rolled his... eye, which was woefully less impressive. “Having my soul lent to a card has led me to question the fabrics of things, sir.” The title carried less respect than if he had called Dartz the bastard son of a three headed goat. Timaeus would not recognise this one’s royalty. “Multiple versions of ourselves or nae... each of us carries the core of his own being. I remain certain you acted as much a scoundrel as the knave who commanded my Atlantis.” Pleasantly indeed. “Accidental.” The flat tone and the twitching of his eyebrow ever higher showed exactly what Timaeus thought of that. “Pray, share your accident with me in further detail. I am no stranger to the magical workings of this kingdom. You must have some insight into why you graced us with your auspicious presence.” Provide said insight or be proven a blithering fool, said Timaeus’ stare, as clear as day.

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@Blueeyeswhitemajesty

[tinyleader-timaeus]

The guards had, naturally, run straight to Timaeus when Kisara dismissed them. They were trained to report anything suspicious and the sudden appearance of a strange man in one of their ponds was absolutely suspicious. More so when Kisara went off by herself. He pulled a description of the man from the hapless guards, then let fly a curse filthy enough to make the two grown men pale and took off running.

By the time he found her, Kisara had already settled Dartz in his new room. Calming waiting out the sputtering lecture he gave her, Kisara informed him of the new arrangements and would take no argument, no matter how Timaeus cajoled, growled or even, yes, pouted. He brought out some of his best arguments in favour of eating the man then and there. She would have none of it. Which ended with a rather sulky dragon collecting the clothes she had ordered him to take and storming off to the designated room. Timaeus didn’t bother knocking. The beast of anger he usually kept shackled deep within him roared and slammed into the bars of its cage, sending tremours through his entire body. Dartz. The man who had taken his eye, imprisoned him and locked him away from those he loved for millennia. The one who had almost ruined the world twice over with his lust for power. The one who reminded Timaeus uncomfortably of his younger self. He drew in a deep, trembling breath, raising himself to his very impressive height of 5′2 in his human form, and steeled himself to see this man without immediately ripping his skin from his bones and strangling him with it. It would ruin the clothes Kisara had so kindly picked out. “Dartz,” he called out, voice a low, menacing growl. “I sincerely hope you have persued the foolish route of trying to escape.” Timaeus’ grin was all teeth.

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Dartz had his shirt off and his pants on. Mercifully. He was about to make a motion, put some cold water down his neck, when the door came flying open. It burst in like some foul gust of wind and behind it—Bingo! Dartz mentally congratulated himself for supposing the worst possible outcome and being, joyously, correct. He sighed, breath whooshing out between his lips, and prepared himself for another in the endless string of shouting matches.

“And deny you the pleasure of my company?” He answered calmly. “I wouldn’t be so cruel.” A pause, a straightening of the back. “Now, as wonderful as it is to see you, might I please have those clothes before we continue?”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus, sincerely, would not have cared one bit for your state of undress, Dartz. Your body held little appeal to him, other than his growing, violent need to see it broken and bloody at his feet. He sucked in another hissing breathing through his teeth, desperately seeking out the calm place Kritias, Helmos and Kisara had all helped instill within him. Calm was hard to find around this man. He snorted, heavy derision in his eye as he stared Dartz down before handing over the plain clothing he had been given. “Do not attempt to disarm me with the charm of your wit. I gave you a chance at my trust once before and reaped only pain for my efforts.” The scarring over his useless eye burned in a way it had not for a long, long time. He still remembered the sword. Timaeus smiled despite the way his fingers twitched toward his sword hilt. He kicked the door shut and stood, arms folded across his chest. “What are you doing here?”

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@Blueeyeswhitemajesty

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

“Perhaps,” she murmured, it would take her a long time to weight things up so she didn’t think on it. It wasn’t a serious question from him and so she opened the door for him. It was filled with plush furniture, a few books and certainly would be a warm comfortable space for him.

“The bathroom is just to the right,” Hopefully he wouldn’t drip too much pond water on the carpet. “I shall have your guard bring some fresh clothes, don’t worry, he’ll have strict instructions to give them to you.”

She nodded simply in reply and made sure he headed towards the bathroom.

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“Thank you Majesty.” He allowed her to dismiss herself as he disappeared into the sanctum of the room. That done he took a moment to hide his ring with a touch more skill than that which she had previously witnessed while they walked. Now, naked or clothed, a man would be hard pressed to find it on him. He hadn’t swallowed it yet but, in a pinch, that was always an option. He’d saved his ass once or twice with that willingness to let the stone sort itself through his digestive tract.

By the time he was done hiding the stone he’d hit the lushness of the bathroom. It was unsurprisingly bigger than the bathroom in his current den and surprisingly more… ‘modern’ was the wrong word. It wasn’t ‘modern’ in that sense but it had running water and indoor plumbing and things that he hadn’t had in his own palace until the end days of Atlantis right before the fall.

He ripped his shirt off. Poor woman had had to see him in his casual clothes of all things! Ah well, he doubted it would scar her for life but he hoped his ill mannered and promisingly sombre guard would bring him something a touch more formal. Again, he had a guess who he would be dealing with and he was mentally preparing himself for another screaming match. Bring it on.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

The guards had, naturally, run straight to Timaeus when Kisara dismissed them. They were trained to report anything suspicious and the sudden appearance of a strange man in one of their ponds was absolutely suspicious. More so when Kisara went off by herself. He pulled a description of the man from the hapless guards, then let fly a curse filthy enough to make the two grown men pale and took off running. By the time he found her, Kisara had already settled Dartz in his new room. Calming waiting out the sputtering lecture he gave her, Kisara informed him of the new arrangements and would take no argument, no matter how Timaeus cajoled, growled or even, yes, pouted. He brought out some of his best arguments in favour of eating the man then and there. She would have none of it. Which ended with a rather sulky dragon collecting the clothes she had ordered him to take and storming off to the designated room. Timaeus didn’t bother knocking. The beast of anger he usually kept shackled deep within him roared and slammed into the bars of its cage, sending tremours through his entire body. Dartz. The man who had taken his eye, imprisoned him and locked him away from those he loved for millennia. The one who had almost ruined the world twice over with his lust for power. The one who reminded Timaeus uncomfortably of his younger self. He drew in a deep, trembling breath, raising himself to his very impressive height of 5′2 in his human form, and steeled himself to see this man without immediately ripping his skin from his bones and strangling him with it. It would ruin the clothes Kisara had so kindly picked out. “Dartz,” he called out, voice a low, menacing growl. “I sincerely hope you have persued the foolish route of trying to escape.” Timaeus’ grin was all teeth.

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He found himself once more on the mortal plane and blinked. Several times. He had been walking in the forest and.. apparently found one of those places where the walls between the worlds were thin? And wearing only chainmail atop his customary doublet and hose, at that. At least he had his sword. Timaeus shook his head and looked around, trying to puzzle out his surroundings.

What. The. FUCK. He was walking, looking for an unsuspecting victim to rob, and then all of a sudden, a walking tin can, but because the gods though that his life was one big joke, he noted exactly WHO was wearing the can. “What in the hell are YOU doing here Pharaoh?” He growled lowly. “And didn’t you think yourself ugly enough without dying your hair a different hideous color.” Dont’ even get him started on the eye. “Is this your Halloween costume your majesty?” He sneered. “It’s fucking awful.” 

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus’ eyebrow shot up over his working eye, which widened in something caught between disgust and curiosity at the mangling of the old speak by this youngling. He shook his head, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Thine hair, my friend. Tis a possessive and requires another form of conjugation. If one wishes to sound like a complete and utterly bladdered fool, then one should at least be correct in one’s words.” The mirth lasted only until Bakura’s fingers wrapped around his chin. Timaeus would have gone faintly cross-eyed trying to stare at him if he had had the use of both eyes. As it was, he simply looked a little silly. And very perplexed. “Once again, I must inform you that I am not the Pharaoh. What has enraged you thus?”

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“I don’t give a damn about your Shakespearean grammar. What I do give a damn about is why you are wearing my mortal enemies face.” It was clear now that this was not the Pharaoh, but some idiot who was…he had no idea a bad fan? Horrible cosplayer? Who even knew? More to the point who even cared?

“I’m enraged, because he took everything from me.” Bakura snarled. “And why in the hell do you look like him if you aren’t him?” He demanded still eyeing him suspiciously. He may not be the pharaoh, but he looked like him and that was enough for distrust for Bakura. 

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus’ hand came up to wrap around Bakura’s wrist, rather uncomfortable with their proximity. The child should think himself lucky that Timaeus had long ago conquered the rage that flickered around the edges of his mind. Not gone, oh no, never gone. But caged, usable, controlled. He simply smiled, and it was quite a pleasant smile - if one ignored the amount of teeth it contained. “I am hardly wearing the Pharaoh’s face. Such would be quite a messy affair. Have you ever tried to skin something? A most gruesome process and far more trouble than it is worth. Human skin is not really suited to the task.” All said in a very even voice, as though Timaeus were discussing the weather and not dismemberment.  “I know not of your quarrels with the young Pharaoh. I am Timaeus, a dragon knight of the realm of the Monsters, adviser and general in chief to her Majesty, Queen Kisara.” He laughed. “I shall not bore you with the full list of my titles. I was summoned to your realm some time ago in order to defeat an ancient enemy of mine. In fact, I lay encased in crystal during your Pharaoh’s reign on this earth. As to why we look alike, only the Gods may answer.”

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What are you going to do with that…?

“Oh you shall just have to wait and see, my dear knight.” Kisara purred, holding the dildo in one hand and lube in the other. “But I am sure you can guess~”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus felt a little thrill of excited-fear rush through him at the sight of his beautiful queen holding such things, knowing exactly how experienced she was with them and what she probably had in mind for him. It would be an exciting evening. He threw her a quick grin, tongue darting out to flick over his lips. “Nn… I cannot even guess, my fair queen. You shall have to educate me.”

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

“Can you not? Hmm you must not have paid much attention over the millennia. I feel I should be insulted, good sir.” A little smirk slid across her lips. “So let us start with you making it up to me by stripping.”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus laughed, the sound light and boyish in a way that betrayed his years as he stood to attention before his queen, in more ways than one. They switched out their roles regularly but Timaeus couldn’t help but admire her when she was in this mood, the authority of birthright bolstering her and only adding to her radiant beauty. “As my queen commands,” he said with a sweeping bow. “I am always eager to be educated.” Timaeus’ fingers were already working, removing his sword belt first and propping the weapon up against the wall. His mail shirt followed, draped in a careful pile beside it. He flashed her a grin before beginning on the buttons of his doublet, fingers lingering over each so that the clothing peeled away from him in slow stretches. He had always been good at putting on a show.

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

Present yourself to me

Kisara flushed, her clothes far away on the floor as she knelt before him on her plush bed. “Yes, my captain?” she whispered, her words soft, face demure but her body flushed with excitement and lust as she held her pussy open, showing him how wet her body already was.

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

She flushed at the praise, flushed as his eyes hungrily took her in. Kisara nuzzled into the gentle touch of his hand, turning to kiss his palm before a light shiver ran through her now that his hand had moved to her neck. “I - I would try and stay like this forever if that is what you so wished, my dear Captain. I ache for you too,” she admitted, cheeks flushed a fierce red. “Pl - play as you wish, master.”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus allowed himself a faint moan when her lips fluttered over his palm, enjoying the light touch. This was always an interesting game, stretching both their limits, making patience a harder and harder thing to achieve with every passing moment. Timaeus usually did better than Kisara while he held the top position, though the reverse was also true. Yet his queen pressed him most sorely when she took a submissive role. He drew in a deep breath. “You are the sweetest flower I have ever seen.” His voice was a low rumble, his eye alight with desire. “It is painful to hold myself back from ravishing such beauty, but I learned patience long ago. I would see you displayed for a time yet.” Timaeus chuckled again, leaning forward to place the lightest of kisses against her lips. “Touch yourself, my love. Use those slender fingers of yours against your clit, but move slowly. Tease the way I know you crave.”

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What are you going to do with that…?

“Oh you shall just have to wait and see, my dear knight.” Kisara purred, holding the dildo in one hand and lube in the other. “But I am sure you can guess~”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus felt a little thrill of excited-fear rush through him at the sight of his beautiful queen holding such things, knowing exactly how experienced she was with them and what she probably had in mind for him. It would be an exciting evening. He threw her a quick grin, tongue darting out to flick over his lips. “Nn… I cannot even guess, my fair queen. You shall have to educate me.”

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

“Can you not? Hmm you must not have paid much attention over the millennia. I feel I should be insulted, good sir.” A little smirk slid across her lips. “So let us start with you making it up to me by stripping.”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus allowed himself a soft chuckle, his body already heating under the playful gaze of his queen. “Tis not the lack of knowledge, majesty, but the abundance of options. There are many things indeed that one so fair as yourself could do to me with such a thing. I merely wished to know which was my fate~” He began to strip anyway, hardly minding the task. Timaeus started with the gloves he often wore, deftly stripping out of them with some help from his teeth. Then he began on the laces to his boots, bent quite neatly at the waist and presenting himself marvelously to his queen. The boots nudged off slim feet, he then began to unbutton his doublet, eyes fixed to his queen’s all the while.

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

Present yourself to me

Kisara flushed, her clothes far away on the floor as she knelt before him on her plush bed. “Yes, my captain?” she whispered, her words soft, face demure but her body flushed with excitement and lust as she held her pussy open, showing him how wet her body already was.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus settled himself, cross legged and comfortable, as he relaxed on the bed and Kisara got herself ready for him. He sincerely enjoyed such moments shared between them, loving when they got to switch out their roles and turn things on their heads. He allowed his fingers to drift lazily over his still clothed crotch, breath already hitching at the display. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon,” Timaeus whispered, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Your alabaster skin flushed deeper than the brightest rose in your garden, your slender fingers opening yourself to me, spreading dripping lips and waiting for my touch…” The smile tipped into a smirk. “My, I could admire you all day.”

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She continued to blush, her skin turning redder than before and a shiver shaking her body. “T-Timaeus-” she whispered. Kisara felt so vulnerable like this, presenting herself to him and stilling, waiting for his next instruction or for him to touch her.

Knowing Timaeus it was likely to be another instruction.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

“Aren’t you just the most obedient little lady I’ve every seen?” he purred, leaning closer as his eyes roved over her, taking in every detail. Timaeus reached out a hand, brushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear as he admired her beauty. “I wonder how long I could keep you here like this...” He paused, his smirk becoming more pronounced. “Of course, it appears as though you will make a mess on the bed if I leave you in this position much longer.” A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, his hand resting lightly on her neck. “My girl. My beautiful Kisara. Every part of me aches with need for you. Yet I enjoy the game far too much to end the game just yet.”

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Punishment Starters!

“Are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?” 

“Don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.” 

“Stay still, squirming will make it worse.” 

“Keep count. If you lose it, we’re starting over. Understand?” 

“Go get me the cane.” 

“Take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.” 

“Open your mouth. I’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.” 

“Did you disobey my orders?” 

“I thought I told you not to touch that?” 

“Have you finished everything I told you to do?” 

“If you don’t stop acting like this, I’ll be forced to use different tactics.” 

“Your skin turns so red under my palm.” 

“Bend over the back of the couch.” 

“Twenty hits with the belt sounds fair to me. You don’t get a say in it.” 

“I don’t care that it hurts, you’ve earned it.” 

“You might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.” 

“Come here and bend over my lap.” 

“I’m tired of your smart mouth.” 

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Present yourself to me

Kisara flushed, her clothes far away on the floor as she knelt before him on her plush bed. “Yes, my captain?” she whispered, her words soft, face demure but her body flushed with excitement and lust as she held her pussy open, showing him how wet her body already was.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus settled himself, cross legged and comfortable, as he relaxed on the bed and Kisara got herself ready for him. He sincerely enjoyed such moments shared between them, loving when they got to switch out their roles and turn things on their heads. He allowed his fingers to drift lazily over his still clothed crotch, breath already hitching at the display. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon,” Timaeus whispered, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Your alabaster skin flushed deeper than the brightest rose in your garden, your slender fingers opening yourself to me, spreading dripping lips and waiting for my touch...” The smile tipped into a smirk. “My, I could admire you all day.”

[blueeyeswhitemajesty-blog]

What are you going to do with that…?

“Oh you shall just have to wait and see, my dear knight.” Kisara purred, holding the dildo in one hand and lube in the other. “But I am sure you can guess~”

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus felt a little thrill of excited-fear rush through him at the sight of his beautiful queen holding such things, knowing exactly how experienced she was with them and what she probably had in mind for him. It would be an exciting evening. He threw her a quick grin, tongue darting out to flick over his lips. “Nn… I cannot even guess, my fair queen. You shall have to educate me.”

[masutabakura-blog]

He found himself once more on the mortal plane and blinked. Several times. He had been walking in the forest and.. apparently found one of those places where the walls between the worlds were thin? And wearing only chainmail atop his customary doublet and hose, at that. At least he had his sword. Timaeus shook his head and looked around, trying to puzzle out his surroundings.

What. The. FUCK. He was walking, looking for an unsuspecting victim to rob, and then all of a sudden, a walking tin can, but because the gods though that his life was one big joke, he noted exactly WHO was wearing the can. “What in the hell are YOU doing here Pharaoh?” He growled lowly. “And didn’t you think yourself ugly enough without dying your hair a different hideous color.” Dont’ even get him started on the eye. “Is this your Halloween costume your majesty?” He sneered. “It’s fucking awful.” 

[tinyleader-timaeus]

AH, and there was one of those who had been connected to the young master through both their lifetimes. Not a friendly one, if Timaeus’ observations from his own realm held true. But he was not one to deny others a chance at reconciliation.  Which did not seem likely in Bakura’s case. Timaeus fixed him with rather a puzzled look, one hand going unconsciously to his hair. Hideous? He liked his hair! Timaeus laughed. “I am no more royalty than you are, my good sir. Adviser and general at the very most. Whatever has befuddled you so thoroughly as to offer me such a title?”  He blinked again, head tipping to the side. “What is this Hallow’een of which you speak? Do you find my clothes distasteful?”

[masutabakura-blog]

“Oh oooooh Were doing the shakespeare thing are we?” He said snickering. “Gods you’re horrible at this.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, why dost thou wear thour hair in such a distasteful hue. Was not the prior atrocious enough.” 

He was rather proud of that. He crossed his arms. There was no way Pharaoh could deny his stupidity now. Bakura’s eyes roamed over his face and…wait a minute…What the hell. 

Bakura stalked forward and gripped the Pharaoh’s chin “What the fuck are you trying to pull Pharaoh?” He growled out. 

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus’ eyebrow shot up over his working eye, which widened in something caught between disgust and curiosity at the mangling of the old speak by this youngling. He shook his head, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Thine hair, my friend. Tis a possessive and requires another form of conjugation. If one wishes to sound like a complete and utterly bladdered fool, then one should at least be correct in one’s words.” The mirth lasted only until Bakura’s fingers wrapped around his chin. Timaeus would have gone faintly cross-eyed trying to stare at him if he had had the use of both eyes. As it was, he simply looked a little silly. And very perplexed. “Once again, I must inform you that I am not the Pharaoh. What has enraged you thus?”

[masutabakura-blog]

He found himself once more on the mortal plane and blinked. Several times. He had been walking in the forest and.. apparently found one of those places where the walls between the worlds were thin? And wearing only chainmail atop his customary doublet and hose, at that. At least he had his sword. Timaeus shook his head and looked around, trying to puzzle out his surroundings.

What. The. FUCK. He was walking, looking for an unsuspecting victim to rob, and then all of a sudden, a walking tin can, but because the gods though that his life was one big joke, he noted exactly WHO was wearing the can. “What in the hell are YOU doing here Pharaoh?” He growled lowly. “And didn’t you think yourself ugly enough without dying your hair a different hideous color.” Dont’ even get him started on the eye. “Is this your Halloween costume your majesty?” He sneered. “It’s fucking awful.” 

[tinyleader-timaeus]

AH, and there was one of those who had been connected to the young master through both their lifetimes. Not a friendly one, if Timaeus’ observations from his own realm held true. But he was not one to deny others a chance at reconciliation.  Which did not seem likely in Bakura’s case. Timaeus fixed him with rather a puzzled look, one hand going unconsciously to his hair. Hideous? He liked his hair! Timaeus laughed. “I am no more royalty than you are, my good sir. Adviser and general at the very most. Whatever has befuddled you so thoroughly as to offer me such a title?”  He blinked again, head tipping to the side. “What is this Hallow’een of which you speak? Do you find my clothes distasteful?”

[fang-of-kritias]

✪

Kritias happily stood under the water, letting it relax tense muscles and slide over his skin before he stepped back to cover his body in soap.

He hummed to himself, an old folk tune, as he ran the soap over his arms and chest.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

The glare brought nothing but more amusement to Timaeus’ eyes; he had never, nor would ever, fear anything from the other dragon. While they might train harshly together, never would they willingly do each other harm. He knew, also, that Kritias could never muster a serious argument against him. It was, frankly, cute to see him try. 

“I do not understand how it can be different~” Timaeus hummed, tone teasing and taking a step towards him. “Come now. Let go that poor curtain and cease hiding your body as though it is something to be ashamed of.” His smile dipped into a smirk, voice lowering. “Or shall I wrest it from you~?”

[fang-of-kritias]

"Often times when we bathe together it is simply to bathe. Your refusal to announce yourself suggests that you have other activities in mind, good sir. I had not realised that you were stressed or frustrated."

He sighed and continued to blush lightly. Kritias finally let go of the curtain, it was true and he knew that his body was nothing to be ashamed of and although it didn’t really sound like an order, often Kritias took Timaeus’ words as an order.

Also as this dwelling was not solely theirs he hardly wished to break anything that belonged to young master Yuugi as he had been so kind as to let them stay.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus gave a light shrug, even as those words struck something within him. He still had not found quite the right words to explain to Kritias what it was between them that pushed him to seek out more than companionship. It didn't help that he did not entirely understand it himself. “I didn't announce myself because it is cute when you jump~” Timaeus said instead, falling back on the tease as was his way. “I wish to bathe and it is ever more pleasant when I bathe with you. You can reach places that I cannot and you provide a most pleasant picture to look at when you are unclothed.” And wet. Kritias looked amazing wet. A soft smirk touched his lips when Kritias finally uncovered himself, eyes sweeping over hard muscles, carrying a deliberate heat. Oh yes, he looked very good. Timaeus took another step towards him before beginning to undress without preamble, lithe limbs shedding the fabrics with an innate grace but leaving them where they fell. He had his eyes on a much nicer prize. Naked in a matter of moments, Timaeus ducked into the shower before Kritias could voice another protest.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

@Fang-of-Kritias

[tinyleader-timaeus]

A hint of a smile touched Timaeus’ lips at the blush that rose to the other’s cheeks, finding pleasure in the reactions of one he knew so well while surrounded by this strange place. “Good…” He trailed off into a sigh, shaking his head. “This world is indeed strange. We should not be here…” Timaeus paused, looking rather confused by the information Kritias was feeding him. He held up one hand for a moment’s silence to take it all in.

“You have already met and taken lodging with the master of the Gods?” he questioned, looking as though he was worried about the correctness of such an act. “I suppose if such was freely given…” Truth be told, he did not have the energy to argue with it for now. Shrugging sore shoulders, Timaeus just nodded in the wake of his last question. “Young master Yuugi, even if he is not our Yuugi, always was kind.” He chuckled a little, a spark of mischief entering his gaze. “Have we not shared bedding before, Kritias?” Timaeus considered the offer for a long moment before finally bowing his head in acceptance. “Yes… I do not think I will manage to go far on my own.”

[fang-of-kritias]

"Young master Yuugi was insistent that it was quite alright and I did not wish to be so rude as to refuse what he was insistent on," Kritias assured easily, knowing that Timaeus took far less prompting and persuading than he did.

"He is very kind and honourable indeed. A - and yes, of course we have!" A slightly darker blush stained his cheeks this time as he tried not to think about it at this present moment. "I simply do not remember how large the bedding is and whether we will both fit."

Kritias finally nodded and shifted so that Timaeus could get on his back, thinking that was the easier and least embarrassing way to go about carrying his leader.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

Timaeus gave a short nod, eager enough to accept the offer that had been made if it meant Kritias could get him somewhere he could sleep. He was absolutely exhausted; the intricacies of propriety could be worked out sometime when his head no longer spun with every movement. “Very well then... I shall have to hope the same consideration extends towards myself...” The darker blush brought another smile to a weary face, Timaeus finding he would never be too tired to tease his very proper friend. He always had been rather easy to rile up, no matter the situation, and Timaeus felt no remorse in playing with him. It was never malicious, after all. “Hm, I see... Though I do not really take up all that much room~” The tease clearly showed the exhaustion in his voice but Timaeus made the effort none the less. He took a deep breath and shuffled forward, forcing sluggish limbs to move as he climbed up onto Kritias' back. Timaeus' grip around his shoulders was loose, trusting Kritias to hold him even if his own strength faltered.

[tinyleader-timaeus]

@Fang-of-Kritias

[tinyleader-timaeus]

He studied the strangely… vegetative area he had landed himself in, wondering if any of the plants were dangerous. Timaeus certainly didn’t feel in any fit state to fight if they were. Unconsciously, not with words but feelings, he urged Kritias on with a sense of uncertain urgency. He hated not knowing what was going on, resenting whatever magic had landed him here for stripping him of his dignity, his position as group leader.

And yet, the sight of Kritias sprinting towards him wiped away a great deal of what was wrong. Timaeus let out a long breath, eyes half closing in response to the comforting hand on his back. Kritias always had known where to touch to elicit the best reactions. “Thank you… my partner,” he said softly, tired eyes seeking Kritias’, wanting reassurance. “Are you well?”

[fang-of-kritias]

He flushed a little at the term of endearment but shook it off. “I am well, Timaeus, though more than a little confused by this world.”

Kritias’ hand continued to rub soothingly. “I have found lodging with young master Yuugi though he is not the young master Yuugi with whom we fought Dartz but he seems much the same. I hope terribly that he will not mind one more person intruding. If needs be I shall take the floor as my bed.”

"Sir?" he murmured, after studying tired eyes. "If you would permit it I would gladly carry you to the young master’s wonderful abode so that you may rest and drink and eat. Would you permit me to do so?"

[tinyleader-timaeus]

A hint of a smile touched Timaeus' lips at the blush that rose to the other's cheeks, finding pleasure in the reactions of one he knew so well while surrounded by this strange place. “Good...” He trailed off into a sigh, shaking his head. “This world is indeed strange. We should not be here...” Timaeus paused, looking rather confused by the information Kritias was feeding him. He held up one hand for a moment's silence to take it all in. “You have already met and taken lodging with the master of the Gods?” he questioned, looking as though he was worried about the correctness of such an act. “I suppose if such was freely given...” Truth be told, he did not have the energy to argue with it for now. Shrugging sore shoulders, Timaeus just nodded in the wake of his last question. “Young master Yuugi, even if he is not our Yuugi, always was kind.” He chuckled a little, a spark of mischief entering his gaze. “Have we not shared bedding before, Kritias?” Timaeus considered the offer for a long moment before finally bowing his head in acceptance. “Yes... I do not think I will manage to go far on my own.”