arcanus iuris

@masruq​ the thief is going to drop his head into ryou’s lap for reasons. pet him ryou.

           At the quiet request, there was a surge of anger that passed through him at being talked down to. He gritted his teeth to keep his anger at bay need he shove the lit cigarette into the other’s flesh. Instead, he eyed him in annoyance and grabbed the tray the other had next to his bed. Funny how the boy had this item. Made him wonder if the boy part took in such acts…             He said nothing as he brought the stick to his lips once more. ❝ Be glad I haven’t pulled out other things that could leave a worse impact upon your bedding. ❞ He motioned toward a case he had set on the side table. It was obviously a cigarette box but it had a second compartment for obvious drugs. At least he didn’t pull that out…

❝All things considered? A smoke is a smoke.❞ Ryou would shift to look at the TV for a moment before finally turning to his drawer and pulled out his night clothes. There was still a list of things he had to do before he went to school the next morning, but for now he guessed he could ask a question or two. It wasn’t like the spirit was going to push further than physical harm. 

         He was laid across the bed, television was already playing some random late night show. In his hand there was a cigarette lit, no care for the possible ashes that could fall upon the bed coverings. He was not as careless as that anyways. His eyes would dart to the boy in the doorway then back toward the tv set.          The host really was a fool if he thought he would just kick the other out of the comfort of his own bed….           ❝ Are you going to continue to stare at me or come to bed….? ❞ It was a simple question, as he inhaled the tobacco. It had managed to calm the raging emotions that haunted his mind now, he couldn’t complain… He did go to the Pharaoh for such an act, thus he needed ways to cope. It seemed the cigarette had been his way of choice. (That, alcohol, and the occasional cannabis…)

❝Fine. I’m coming.❞ As the words are spoken Ryou would look away some, bravado hindered for now. Though a sigh does leave him as he tries to right himself lids lowering before posture rights, and he’ll continue. He’d made himself a life outside the spirits grasp. No more blackouts and no more relentless death. Though the trade off would be seeing his own face contorted into something darker. 

            At the beg, there was a sense of thrill that ran up his spine. Oh that was a familiar feeling, one that causing every fiber of his being to react. Delicious… the taste of fear in the air around the boy. Intoxicating. Addicting. Was enough for the demon dog in his soul to crave more…. though, it seemed the thief was pushing back. How rare and interesting. It seemed the thief had a soft spot for the boy…            With that knowledge, he let his fingers slip from his hair, running his fingers through the tresses before letting them fall back into place upon the boy’s shoulders. He turned away from him, waving a hand back at him as he headed toward Ryou’s bed chamber. His bed was far superior to the one in the guestroom.            ❝ As long as we are clear… I shall refrain from violence. Do as I say, and you’ll be protected. It is a simple exchange. ❞

Breaths quickly fluttered about as his chest heaved as slender fingers found their way to nestle into those pulled locks. After he shifts his hand about he crown it would dip into vision once more. No blood... that’s good. Then slowly does gaze rise back to his bedroom where the spirit had slipped away. Did this mean he was shoved to the guest room, or was the spirit just going to be his new bedmate.  

Ryo Bakura: Wow I sure am having having a nice day. It really would be a shame if something bad happened!

Yami Bakura: hello naughty children it's murder time

-- Yu-Gi-Oh! Manga --

Ryo Bakura: I really love my friends and I wanted to repay them for everything they've done for me so I'm gonna make them a pinball machine as a symbol of our friendship

Ryou has severe abandonment issues. Stemming from the death of his mother and sister, then the fact his father sought out the ring over his own well being. He tends to bury himself into his campaigns to avoid the thought of being alone because having friends meant he was about to lose them to the spirits games. 

Mahogany eyes closed as he took a breath. Gods above and below how he wanted to take the ring to locate the bastards. Yet, he would be patient, he had to be, especially for Ryō. “We’re not weird,” he whispered as he finished tending to the wound. Gingerly he pressed a kiss to his brother’s hairline and offered a faint smile. 

“It’s everyone else. They can’t understand. Shit, they can’t even tell us apart even with different eye colors. They’re stupid.” 

** villain / hero sentence starters @masruq​ i’m a douche, but i make you laugh.

** villain / hero sentence starters @masruq​ I certainly wouldn’t put it past you to chop a dick off.    

** villain / hero sentence starters  @masruq​ hey, you created this monster.

** villain / hero sentence starters @masruq​ some people are born with fucked personalities.

It honestly rings as a joke, but the host knows all to well that the spirit speaks truth as they sat in the cafe parlor. That treat delicately pulled apart by slender fingers much like the planes of life between himself and the spirits that were inadvertently summoned.Lids flash pale lashes and he’ll half listen. After all this rant wasn’t anything new. He was well aware that people were bastards and assholes.