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     Seeing the plant hanging above where they were standing clicked instantly in his mind, yet before he could properly react, a pair of hot lips pressed roughly against his own. That was when his mind blanked. He was sure he heard his heart pounding fast within his chest while his face heated up more, and without thinking a hand moved up to rest upon Marik’s chest, but not to push him away. Why would he? This had been what he wanted, right?      The two of them had known each other for some time, while having some similarities to a certain degree. Honestly, it was Marik that Ryou felt most comfortable with at this point, even if Yuugi had tried to be good friends with him - his guilt of the past was too much. With Marik, they were able to look forward, past their faults, no matter how big they were. Maybe that was why he started growing feelings for Marik.      But did Marik truly hold a mutual feeling? Or was he just following the traditions of a silly holiday plant? He wouldn’t do this with Ryou if his feelings were true, right? Unconsciously, he gripped onto Marik’s collar, pushing back against the kiss, taking in this moment like it was going to be the only one he was going to have. No, he won’t ask Marik how he felt and what his true intention was. He was not going to spoil this moment; one he wants to remember, tradition or not.

     “W-What?” It took him a moment for the question to fully settle, slowly making him a bit uncomfortable that he would have to suddenly share such information - what if Marik heard about this? A faint tint of red appeared on his cheeks, especially as the memories of him with Marik ran through his mind. Shifting from one foot to the other, rubbing his upper left arm.      “I.. well... We’re just close friends. There.. There isn’t anything romantic going on between us.” He tried to defend. If they were dating, Ryou wouldn’t know - and besides, he wasn’t too sure if Marik would even like him like that.

» when it comes to relationships, she’s pan, yet she seems to be more attracted to girls. » i actually have a girlfriend in mind, who is an obstagoon, but that’s for another day. » i actually have two different sub-universes for the apocalyptic verse of hers. the main one is that she was a wild zoroark who had been captured for research of her ability as there were people wanting to use said ability to hide themselves from the dangerous ‘pokemon’ that became affected by too much exposure of radiation. she had became more berserk and started attacking everything in sight, including some of her own pack members, before running off to seek revenge and most of all, survive.    the other one features her being n’s zoroark. essentially the story is mostly the same, with herself being experimented on and such, but she had become separated from n, goes off to search for him (hoping that he’s alive) and again, survive. when she was first created, this was her main story, but i then had to compromise it. » there’s meaning behind the code ( DRK-Z-571 ) that is burned into her skin, which is placed upon her upper left arm. it’s not the most creative code, but hey, it works for the most part right now » her ‘human’ form is only an illusion, and she uses this disguise to hide from the human populace and their greedy eyes (especially any scientist). so, just like any other of her illusions, if she is hit or she loses a good amount of concentration/energy, the disguise goes away. 

     The scent had finally reached his nose as soon as she mentioned it, and he could feel himself moving closer to the cup that she had made for them. “Thank you.” His words were just as warm as the drink that was now between his hands, carefully moving it around as their little girl started reaching out for her own cup. “Ah, careful, Dahlia. We don’t need mommy to spill any, and then there’s won’t be any.” No need to frighten her too much on the risk of burning anyone - the loss of a delicious cup of hot chocolate was frightening enough.      Ryou was grateful that he was able to relax that night, with no worry about work so he could spend time with his family like this. Any time he did, he took in the moment, basking in the love.      He glanced between the two, realizing just how far in his life he had gotten even after the events of the Millennium Items. How life felt so perfect, even in such a simple moment like drinking hot chocolate while sitting on the sofa, staying warm from the cold weather outside. Leaning over, he couldn’t help himself to place a light kiss against Yuugi’s cheek, which may or may not have been coated slightly with the warm chocolate beverage.

     “And we don’t need you getting sick, either.” He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and draped it around her neck. “Here you are. You need to stay warm as well, and it sounds like you need it more than I do.” A warm smile appeared on his face, taking a step back to show that he was not going to take the scarf back after offering.

     “Hyun...” The tone of his voice was soft, afraid that if he had raised it even a little bit, it would ruin the moment. Yet, a part of him was still getting use to hearing such three words again with genuine feeling behind them. It wasn’t that he had doubts about Zen’s feelings, especially after the many years they’ve known each other, and how the actor had been there for Jihyun after recent events.       Closing his eyes, he leaned against Zen’s side, just enjoying the moment they held, even as those words echoed in his mind. Honestly, he still didn’t feel that he deserved such love for what he had put the entire RFA through, lying and perhaps betraying their trust. How was it that Zen could still say those words so easily to him like this?      No. Enjoy this moment. Allow him to say those words. Enjoy and be happy.      “And I you, too..” It was the close he could say in response, and he hoped that Zen could understand. It was a step closer, after all.

     For a moment, he had felt a bit sorry for this dark spirit. Had he really wanted a life of his own? Separate of Marik’s? It almost made sense, except were they not of the same body and mind - at least to a degree? Though with Marik’s different mind set (that he was aware of), he could see how the dark spirit would want their own life to possibly continue on to achieve what he wanted in the first place. Something like that from this entity was both inspiring and horror-filled, considering what he might want.      And his next statement further proved that point.      Ryou watched the dark spirit for a moment before lowering his gaze to his hands that still held the remaining items to heal the wounds. “A future outside of randomly waking up.. in an unknown time and place... A future where you have full control of your life...” As those very thoughts were voiced quietly, he realized just how much he related to this situation. How he had longed to have control over his own body again to have a life once more from the dark spirit of the ring.      “I will pretend you mean figuratively seeing what’s inside someone...” He spoke, making it known in his tone that he wasn’t too amused by the idea of suddenly agreeing with a dark spirit for wanting to tear someone apart. Sighing, he stood up, looking down at the dark spirit cautiously.

» Xi is not her real name. It’s not known by anyone. Even her alias name is not often shared, and sometimes she’ll tell each person a different name, whether they were made up on the spot or one that she used before - all depends on how she feels about the person she speaks to. » When she was a young Zoroark, she was a great alpha leader of a pack, only to lose them to poachers/radiation, or battles. She avoids talking about it as she holds great guilt about what happened to them and felt that she should have perished rather than be captured for experiments. » She went through many experiments and testing as they wanted to learn more about her ability and if and how they can recreate that ability for their own needs. Something had gone wrong, however, causing the blue ‘gem’ in her mane to crack and her illusions to ‘glitch’. » These ‘glitches’ are very painful, and vary each time. She holds many scars that don’t look natural - but they are mostly from the glitches. Even the area around her can be affected, so beware from getting too close to her.  » The glitches occur mostly from whenever she uses her ability, the bigger the illusion, the worst the glitch is for herself and/or for anything around her. Her constant illusion of her human self has taken some time to get past the glitches, so she keeps this illusion up whenever she’s around people - it doesn’t take up much concentration as this ‘form’ is minor within her mastery of her ability. » She has taught herself to speak the human language, mostly Japanese and English (though she will struggle from time to time). She has also learned to communicate through sign language. Otherwise, her true self will mostly ‘speak’ through growling, snarling, barking, and perhaps a roar/howl, with some help of her claw motions if needed.  » Species Headcanon: Her kind is similar to that of hyenas and wolves, with females being the more dominant ones of her species. With females being less populated than the males, it’s pretty common for females to duel each other or against their males to become stronger and more dangerous. Xi was no exception.

     Sweat rolled down his face as the words continued to echo within his mind among the racing thoughts. Why did that make his heart beat faster? And make his world suddenly colder?      Had he really hoped that...?      Quickly, he shut his eyes tight, not wishing to finish that thought (though it was too late). There was no way he had wanted to believe that there was a chance that the dark spirit could care about him. And yet there he was, heartbroken to hear such statement. Why? Just because the spirit had been there for him for many years since his childhood, did not mean that he cared. The spirit of the ring did the things he did for his own benefit, and making sure that Ryou was safe from most danger happened to be one of those things - not because he cared. Ryou knew that, and part of him accepted that - just... not the other half of him.      “No...” He muttered, trying to hide the fact that his voice was breaking. Even if the spirit knew that he had won this conversation, Ryou wasn’t going to back down quite yet (maybe that was the denial speaking). “You... You’re lying. You just... don’t want to admit it.” Yeah, that seemed plausible, right? The spirit, he learned, was quite stubborn, so it could be quite possible that he didn’t want to admit such a thing to Ryou.      “You do care.”

     The shadows further moved upward, wrapping themselves mostly around the boy while the dark spirit watched Ryo fall deeper and deeper into his trap. It was too amusing and was making him feel that more powerful by the second over the situation and over his host. In a way, he should thank the Pharaoh and his so called ‘friends’ for finally allowing him to feel this way, but not in the traditional way of saying such.      “Good. I’ll be sure nothing will deter that thought.” He hummed, the purring in his tone still clear to show his pleasure in this. “The shadows shall protect you as they watch over you. I will know everything that you will go through. Every day of every hour. So you are never alone.”      The grip on the other tightened, feeling the fingers going through his hair and the light trail of kisses along his jawline. This feeling of praise, knowing that he had Ryo in his tight hold. “You’re a good boy, my dear host. A smart boy, too. I am glad you are my host.” He had made his voice calmer - gentler - than before, pressing his face against the side of Ryo’s neck, lips pressing up against the boy’s skin. Perhaps he’ll continue this moment to get a little bit more praise.      He earned that much, after all.

i love you.

what would push you to drop a ship?