[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect." - seto/atem (hihi <3 I'm back mawhahaha)
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of mixed action prompts. adjust phrasing as desired. potentially mature content within.)
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Atem navigated most of the night doing what he does best at these events. He would politely chat when engaged in conversation, but for the most part he tried to be invisible. A turn about the room often left him with a glass of champagne and all the finger foods he could eat as most of the chef's insisted that he sample everything. Atem could not prove it, but considering he often picked over his food during these business dinners, he couldn't help but wonder if the pushyness from the chefs was because of Kaiba. He never put anything past his husband. Money was the true power in this modern world and Kaiba had plenty of it. All of the ancient Egyptian power flowing through his own veins was useless in these moments. Unless he wished to hurt people, he could do little but watch as money controlled every aspect of the night.
The pharaoh eventually found his way back to their table, having excused himself on more than one ocassion to fix his hair or use the restroom. The men speaking with Kaiba barely noticed, as they were often so immersed in their discussions that Atem became an afterthought.
It was better that Kaiba was the center of attention. These business talks went way over his ancient head not to mention he was never good at selling himself back then. Kaiba's business tactics were ruthless at best so more often than not, Atem had to watch him dessimate people with his knowledge of market sciences. It was all so tedious and boring, but dangerous for those involved. How dangerous? Well, he knew what Kaiba was cable of if crossed. He just hoped everyone knew what they were getting into when dealing with Kaiba Corp.
His musing were cast aside by a hand reaching out to him. Honestly he could have went the whole night without doing anything except sitting. It was Kaiba's first day home from his month long whatever overseas and his first instinct was to drag his not so loving spouse to a business dinner. And now, after two hours of nonstop chatter, he finally wanted to dance.
Atem stared at the outstretched hand, lips poised to utter how he truly felt. He was tired, and wanted to go home and sleep. However, the odds of him getting any sleep tonight were slim so the lesser of two evils was to just go with it. Once they got home - if they even made it home first - his husband was likely to take great pleasure in reminding him what a month without touching does to a starved man. There was a time when the very idea amused him to no end. To know that his once-rival trembled with desire for him… That every touch… every kiss was filled with a feral possessiveness that both ignited and frightened him at the same time. He went back and forth in his head about it often. He could save himself a lot of trouble if he simply let go and erased the memories of the bad. It wasn't like he himself was the best of people either. Maybe it was meant to be this way. But something in him him could never forget how it started; how he and Sabra thought they were free only to end up back at square one. Speaking of Sabra…
He glanced across the room to find her curled in Roland's arms. Her thick, brown curls covered most of her cheeks, but she looked content… safe. If only she knew. And perhaps one day she would learn of the sacrifices being made although he wondered if he'd ever have the heart to truly tell her how they came to be as a family. Probably not. Knowing him, he'd take it to his tomb again. Parents kept things from their children all the time. Aknamkanon certainly did.
The pharaoh finally turned khol lined eyes to Kaiba again and stood taking his husband's hand. He let Kaiba lead him to the crowded floor forcing himself back into the ‘business as usual’ mindset. The room became a dull void of music and drunken laughter as all these rich tycoons made a mess of themselves. It took him back to the days when he was forced to sit on a throne and pretend he loved it. Now he was having to pretend for different reasons.
Eventually he tuned it all out, feet moving on instinct as Kaiba led them in a dance.