HALF OF A SOUL.

Meme | @shadowchosen

There was something unique about the relationship between Yugi and Atem that the monarch had noticed and found that he had never experienced it with anyone else in his entire life. And his life was rather extensive considering the circumstances. Even in his life as Pharaoh, he had never been so close to someone. To love someone to such an extent that even ‘love’ wasn’t a proper word to explain what they felt for one another. It was new. It was amazing. Atem would always cherish what they have even while they continued their lives separate from one another. 

Dinner was warm in his belly. Two cups of hot cocoa had been placed on the coffee table minutes ago. Their owners nestling close to each other with barely a word as they were completely immersed on what was going on the television. It was a cartoon. One that Yugi recommended that the royal watch. Of course, Yugi had seen it all before, but he wasn’t against seeing it again. It was a show he loved. Adored even. Atem could even recall that the young man had bought a few merchandise from the show in the last couple of months.

Atem had to admit, it was rather good. At times there were some dark parts to it. A character would perish, the heroine was striving to figure out her place in the world, but was still adamant about protecting her friends and family. Something that Atem could relate to…a bit too much.

Movement brought his attention to Yugi beside him, who excused himself to grab something to eat or to go to the restroom. Which ever one it was. Atem was only half paying attention, his crimson hues quickly returning back to the screen where a battle scene was taking place. It was a massive palette of colors. So much light, Pharaoh could only half wonder if that was how humans really thought how fighting was…but then realized that this was just a children’s show. 

Yet his mind was once again joggled back from his inner musing, when Yugi came back with a bowl of popcorn and settled himself right in Atem’s lap. A delicate brow would raise on the monarch’s golden visage, but Yugi didn’t seem at all deterred by it. Or most likely, didn’t notice. His amethyst hues were on the screen, his hand reaching down to grab a few pieces of popcorn and plopping them right into his mouth. Atem mentally shook his head before adjusting Yugi and himself, so that the boy sat comfortably in his lap and Atem could place his chin on Yugi’s shoulder.

sinday  meme  |  ACCEPTING !!

        A  quickie  in  the  shower  is  not  what  has  Anzu  slipping  into  the  bathroom  shortly  after  she  hears  Yuugi  turn  the  water  on.  Really.  They’d  tried  that  once  and  it  ended  about  as  spectacularly  awful  as  one  might  expect  from  Yuugi  and  Anzu—  a  misplaced  bar  of  soap,  a  mild  concussion,  and  a  trip  to  the  nearest  out-patient  clinic  later  had  Anzu  firmly  of  the  belief  that  shower  sex  would  not  be  on  their  list  of  repeat  scenarios.  

        Rather,  it  was  a  Monday  morning  and  she  was  running  late  for  ballet  practise.  The  Madame  of  the  dance  school  did  not  tolerate  tardiness  under  any  circumstances,  and  Anzu  would  take  no  chances  testing  that.  Not  when  it  was  still  so  early  in  the  curriculum.  As  soon  as  she  saw  the  time,  Anzu  all  but  flew  into  the  bathroom  and  into  the  shower,  shucking  clothes  as  she  went.  It  startles  Yuugi  so  bad  that  for  days  afterwards,  Anzu  teases  him  mercilessly  about  his  girlish  shriek.  

Oh, how he had missed him!

The feel of his other half against his chest. The warmth that resided out of Yugi in such a soothing way brought a giddiness within the once Pharaoh. Ruby irises open slowly, a smile upon his pallid lips as his eyes fell on the young male. Even though all he could see was the same tri-colored hair that he possessed, there was something incredibly comforting and right about all this. His eyes close once more as he wraps his arms loosely around the teen.

@shadowchosen !

          a TRAVESTY indeed. how d a r e he enact something that causes butterflies to pirouette in the pit of the duelist’s gut /warmth invading the dermis underneath peach - rose flesh & apples of slender cheeks coloring the hues of cotton candy. he remains stilled; relaxed in his current position whilst the television at their front continues its soft, mindless droll. slight shift to framework offers his idol’s dozed form a more comfortable post ‘gainst he & the opportunity to e’er gently stroke through tri - painted tresses is taken none for granted.

           there is serenity in moments such as these / where naught but a homely compassion settles as the aura ‘round them, lifting doubts & burdens & weights from mentalities bruised enough from past trials & tribulations. these are the moments that juudai has come to be e’er gratuitous towards, ne’er having believed prior, that something like this ( domestic & wonderful & calming & even a bit frightening ) could be reached, could be ATTAINABLE by someone like him. mocha pools gaze ‘pon the one whom has granted him this unreachable haven. taken aback is he, but the sudden burst of adoration that o’ercomes his senses the longer he takes a gander. he wishes for him to stay by his side, for as long as time will allow.