“We’re doing what?” Mana froze and grabbed hold of Atem’s arm in a feeble attempt to stop him, “Y-your kidding right?”
“What? Mana he’s not going to eat you” he sighed rolling his eyes a little as he allowed himself to be pulled to a stop, gazing at his best friend as though she was crazy, “You can’t not like someone just because they don’t get on with your Master”
“But everyone likes Master” she whispered softly before suddenly hugging into Atem who squeaked and almost lost his balance, “He’s scary - did you see how cold his gaze is?”
“Well he’d new here and needs to make friends” Atem shrugged “You were alone once too - didn’t we all agree to never allow that to happen again?” he smiled and gently untangled the girl from his waist, half stumbling backwards before managing to catch himself again.
They’d been discuissing this for a while now. The new Priest had only just arrived in the Palace about a week ago and though Atem saw him now and then when he was being ‘forced’ to be a Prince, he’d never really picked up the courage to speak to him - and that had been made even hard when it became plainly obvious how much he and Mahad seemed to rub one another the wrong way. Why - he didn’t understand - though he did get that not everyone could get along.
“You can stay here if you want - but I’m going to go and speak to him before Father finds me and drags me off someplace”
“...i’ll come”.
But even with that said she stuck close to his back as they approached the magician quarters, Mahad glaring towards them though before he could move Atem had grabbed hold of Mana’s hand and darted by him, eyes scanning around the area until they’d found Seto off to one side. Grinning, he half dragged Mana over with him as he apprached the new Priest with a confident smile, Mana half hiding behind his back as she gazed up towards him in silent awe.
“Good morning Seto” Atem beamed, eyes still alight with unspoken mischeif, “We wanted to say hello ~ and welcome you to the palace less formaly” he paused to gesture towards Mana, wishing his friend wasn’t gripping onto his hand quite as tightly as she currently was but managing not to show his discomfort - unlike Mana who looked as though she wanted to run away right now.
“My Master is a great Magician” was her choice of greeting before she squeaked and hid behind Atem, the young Prince sighing and holding a hand against his head for a second. That could have went a little bit better then.
“As - As I was saying” he sighed, attempting to return back to his task at hand here - which had been to try and make Seto appear welcomed though Mana had half blown that plan out of the water - “I would like to welcome you to the Palace. I am Atem and this is my best friend Mana”. Of course his name would obviously be known but he still felt it was polite to introduce himself “I hope we can become good friends!”
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Early was the hour in which the Great Royal Wife chose to wake. The first light of dawn barely breaking over the horizon when she begins to move, careful and quiet so as to not disturb beloved husband, who she believed still lay sleeping beside her. Sitting upright in the bed they shared most -- if not every -- night since declaring their love before all of Kemet, a passing glance in direction of sleeping Pharaoh causes his only wife to pause, a smile working its way across pale lips before disappearing a moment later as she bends to press the softest of kisses against tanned cheek.
@baskahin Finding small moments to steal these little experiences was both frustrating but rewarding. Having to experience the entirety of the day keeping thoughts and more importantly hands to himself just meant that once the skies begun to darken his priest was often the first person on his mind to be seeked out - and hopefully Seto gained as much comfort and warmth from their brief greetings as Atem did. It had only been a few months now since Mahado's death and yet it had felt much longer. The search for capturing Bakura just seemed to be hitting a wall and for now Atem wasn't willing to put the lives of his other priests in danger if he could help it - so was often found arguing with whomever was the next person to suggest widening the search. His nightmares just spoke too loudly. He wasn't able to save his best friend but maybe somehow he could change the destiny of the others. "By we I do hope that includes you" he whispered against Seto's back, allowing his worries for now to sink to the back of his mind. "I do miss your presence my priest. We've both been far too busy lately" Not that he could honestly blame that on Seto. After everything that had first happened since Mahado was murdered - Atem tried his best not to bring up the topic around his hard headed lover - but it was hard to hide anything from the man so he was surely aware just how much the death did still affect the young Pharaoh.
@baskahin He wasn't so sure as to why he'd allowed his worries to be voiced - perhaps it was just because he was alone with his Priest, with the man he was quickly accepting that his heart belonged to. The rage that seemed to flare up inside was both a comfort and a source of annoyance. He did not want his emotions to become so easily clouded. Mahad's death still felt so raw despite the amount of time that had now passed...and he knew it had changed both him and Mana in different ways. He though had a Kingdom to run - a Kingdom that was slowly being torn apart by the same man who had injured his heart. "I worry about my judgement becoming clouded is all" he sighed a little and took a few steps closer - leaning against Seto's chest once the gap between them was gone "I know you shall be there for me. These thoughts just annoy me at times" These small moments alone were all that mattered to the small King at the moment. It was a little alarming to admit just how much he missed the Priest when they were apart, though he kept that to himself. There was no need to appear even more clingy after all - a thought that lost some strength as he realised how tightly his fingers had now curled into the front of Seto's robes.
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The actions of the Pharaoh do not go unnoticed. Coal eyes divert their gaze, reluctantly accepting ( a momentary ) defeat and choosing instead to bore into the plate of food that lay before them -- as if to tear a whole through both metal and finely crafted wood out of spite. Meanwhile, eyes a brighter blue than midday’s sky turn their attention from current festivities to stare at her most beloved husband. Though the Queen always welcomed the impeccable softness of his lips upon her skin, she had not known him to be one for public displays of affection. Especially when surrounded by so many -- a good number of which were foreign dignitaries.
It is then, with a curious tilt of her head, that she opens her mouth to speak, prepared to seek the reason for such unexpected behavior -- - but the answer comes before she can even give voice to the question.
Whatever had their honored guest done to incite such vexation? Kisara pondered her husband’s words for a moment before her gaze found its way to the subject of the conversation. Those unmistakable eyes had once more set their sights upon the Queen, but this time -- every so often -- they would dart towards the one sitting so close beside her, narrowing ever so slightly as they did so.
Ah, so that was why.
❛ He is baiting you, ❜ the Queen finally speaks, her own eyes falling shut as she expels a breath that far too closely resembles a most exasperated sigh. ( Honestly. The pride of men could be such a troublesome quality at times. ) ❛ To recognize such behavior with action of any kind would only be playing into his desire for a challenge. My Pharaoh needn’t waste his time nor his breath on such childish provocation. ❜ As she continues, her voice is barely above a whisper and her tone gentle, but the expression that accompanies such words is one her husband should be quite familiar with thus far into their marriage -- one that leaves little room for argument.
Never one to condone unnecessary fighting, Kisara moves to quell the aggravation that swells within his veins with a gentle, albeit discreet, touch of her hand upon his thigh.
❛ Be still, my love, and rest assured. I am yours. ❜
Atem’s brow shot up. As always, he could read his priest like no other. “You do not believe me?” He asked lips pursed into a thin line. “I assure you, I had no intention of this situation ever coming into fruition, and yet something made it so.” His voice was hard, almost as if he was compensating for something else, still most assuredly not meeting the other’s eyes. The pictures on the nearest pillar had become a most important point of interest quite suddenly.
Music filled the hallways, along with the soft sound of laughter - a small festival had just ended and so the palace was abuzz with life and laughter, lit with colourful spots of lights that the apprentice Mages had been learning how to create - mainly the children though Mana of course had insisted upon helping. At the moment she stood half hiding behind one of the low walls within the gardens that had grown to mean so much to herself, Atem and Mahad - eyes shut tightly as she attempted not to cry out in frustration. Honestly - her best friends could be such stubborn fools - though she could barely make out what they were currently arguing over - the music and laughter hugging into the air tightly around them. Now and then she’d peek up, biting at her lip a little before quickly hiding once more before she could be spotted. This had been happening a lot more recently - even since Bakura had shown up and yelled such nonsense at them all. Atem had almost completely forbidden Mahad from leaving the palace- unless Seto was with him - and when asked as to why he’d just fall silent and quickly change the subject.
Stubborn men the lot of them - but when your best friend was also the Pharaoh then you had limited choices on how to perhaps try and help them....
“Dreams?”
“Yes”, Atem sighed, swirling the wine in his goblet. This would be the third attempt now at trying to warn his friend but eve though he’d refused him to leave the walls of the palace he knew he couldn’t logically keep that enforced forever and he was also very much aware of how much it angered Mahad to have no idea as to why he was being held as prisoner. Atem himself had often complained about how this place was like a prison - in private of course - and yet here he was using it for such a purpose. He took another small drink before glancing back towards Mahad, eyes soft and full of concern.
“Night after night I have been forced to witness your death - please do not make it become a reality”. He quickly took another drink at the look of surprise that briefly filled the Priest’s features - before he quickly regained composure and became almost unreadable once more. Unlike Seto though, Mahad had been around Atem for years - he could easily pick up on the small signs that others may missed and right now his friend was feeling confused, concerned and wait amused? Atem frowned and took the last of his drink, sitting down silently as Mahad gazed down towards him.
“My King - your worrying too much. Our relationship should not grant me special protection. Those are but dreams. I promise I have no intentions of ever leaving your side”. He sighed and moved to kneel infront of him, Atem raising his head ever so slightly. At least the amusement was gone from his eyes but why couldn't he have taken this as seriously as Seto had? Especially when his life was in danger. the first to fall was the one closest to his heart. He could almost feel tears stinging at the back of his eyes at the thought of Mahad not taking his warning serious enough - but he’d had too much to drink now and another fight was not going to do their friendship any favours. Standing once more, he gently laid a hand on Mahad’s shoulder.
“Promise me - promise you won’t leave here without Seto - promise me you won’t do anything foolish. If anything where to happen to you...” he sighed, shaking his head a little, glancing across back towards the courtyard and not too surprised to meet Seto’s watchful gaze.
“I promise never to leave your side, my Pharaoh” where the words that Atem last heard from his best friend, his gaze returning back to him for a split moment before he decided that perhaps he should retire before he drank too much again. Festival or not - he still had to awaken early in the morning.
“You can come out of hiding now” he called to Mana as he passed by, giving her a small smile as he walked over to Seto’s side and gaze a tired smile, “Goodnight my friend”.
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Rest that night though had been cut short - and though the events still rushed through his mind in a blurr - Atem’s mind was a current haze caused by wine and tears in almost equal amounts - though he was pretty sure that the wine at the very least had ran out. This would be the second night since he’d last seen Mahad - since his friend had broken his promise and had sneaked out from the Palace and to his death. And yes he was not acting very ‘kingly’ at the moment but for now he did not care. A piece of his heart had died that night - replaced instead by a sort of numbness that longed for either the ability to turn back time some moments - or the ability to rip Bakura to shreds the next.
Such rage had been born within him - yet the sorrow managed to win in the end. At the moment he laid tangled within silk bedsheets, face buried into a soft pillow that was long stained by his tears. It was a strange feeling - to be both so angry and so numb all at the same time - to feel like he wanted to just fall asleep forever - to then want to struggle to remain asleep - to wide that smirk clean off the thief's face. Never in a million years would Atem believe that his mind was capable of such images as the ones he could dream up happening towards that bastard recently.
He lifted his head ever so slightly as a light breeze blew in from the open balcony, eyes lingering over towards the empty bottles of wine before he gave a small whine and buried his head once more. Maybe if he’d been stricter? Maybe if he’d allowed him to leave with someone other than Seto? Maybe if he’d went to him first about the dreams? No that wouldn't have changed anything. Seto had helped ease his mind ever since he’d shared his worries but now that his first vision had become reality - a sinking feeling of dread was building within him. Everytime he thought on his Priests - he now thought on the order of their demise - his heart aching at each one. No - this wasn’t set in stone. This wasn’t...
And yet it had happened. He had tried to deny the God’s their sacrifice and they had laughed in his face. He almost feared his next sober sleep. What if the dreams had changed now? What if they came after those who still made his heart beat with warmth? Fingers fell over the friendship bracelets, Mana’s suggestion of course. He’d taken his from Mahad’s body and added the beads to the one from him. Now he laid on his back holding the beaded trinket up against the sunlight, weakly smiling as he watched the purples and oranges fill the air above him, unaware of the fresh tears now falling from the corners of his eyes. Who knew that eyes could contain quite so much water?
The God’s would take no one else from him - he’d find a way to end this ‘prophecy’ one way or another - even if he had to go after Bakura himself. No one else was allowed to die, no one else was allowed to leave his side - and if this visions did change - if Seto or Mana... He groaned and pulled the pillow up over his head, letting his arms fall back on either side of him so he laid facing the ceiling, spread out like a star while hiding his face from the cruel world that he had to lead at some point. Not today - not soon. He couldn’t and he didn’t care for whatever lecture awaited.
They’d need to drag him from these rooms kicking and screaming.
