#logicshipping

This one is a bit harder to explain. It all depends on your headcanon of them.

In my personal headcanon, Isis and Seto cannot stand each other, but they keep their dislike out of their duties as priests. It has everything to do with their morals or logic on how they view their duties as high priests. Isis is very keen on following the rules and tries not to break them, even when her heart is not in line with her mind. She is the one who will follow every rule and law to the letter, or at least she will try.

We all know Priest Seto is not afraid to go behind Atem's back to do what he believes is right for their country. He doesn't care how many secrets he has to keep or whose toes he has to step on to maintain peace in Egypt. This moral is dangerous, since he nearly does the same thing as his father without realizing it.

Here is a sketch of what I might work on next...

Hey, I def took longer than 10mins on this

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At times, Isis couldn’t decide if what she missed more were the people or the memories. That was the problem with destruction, Isis thought: It destroyed its own roots. They’d lost what Akhenaden knew, what the Thief King knew, what the Pharaoh. Set had started carving memories into his own back, and Isis didn’t have the heart to tell him that flesh rotted quicker than stone.

She looked over the palace gardens. They had a menagerie of fine birds - peacocks and doves and ducks with bright plumage. They had cultivated bright white water lilies where a river tributary flowed through the palace estate. Was this what they had killed to protect? Isis wondered if they’d lost things they couldn’t recall even the memory of.

Isis told the servants not to clip the birds’ wings, so they could fly untethered. The lilies had long roots that slanted and ran sideways through the water under the pads. They weren’t really as unrooted as they seemed. Sometimes when the moon was full Isis would wade out into the water and feel herself tangled in their vines, and the ghost of Set’s dragon would come to her. She would stay for a while, sometimes even touch Isis. On the top of her head, or the side of her arm, or the back of her knee. But she always left.

Isis asked Set once, where the dragon had come from - what country she had hailed from, what had brought her here, if there was anything she had hoped to seek. He never had answers for Isis. The ghost didn’t speak. The answers had died with the dragon.

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Eventually the lilies died too. But Isis kept them. They were lined across the slab of stone, behind glass in Domino’s museum. They sprouted wherever Horus appeared, up the tops of stone columns, and under the sky. Their kingdom was gone, but Isis believed in the sacrosanct quality of the gallery halls. Memories. Roots.

She called Seto Kaiba to the museum. He had the dragon recorded in his deck of souls. She would give him Obelisk too.

They’d stop Malik. He was carrying too many memories to be left on his own to squander - memories of the Dark One and the Nameless Pharaoh and the Heir to the Throne of the Great Game. But Malik carried more than just the memories on his back. He carried the memories of their father, of Rishid, of the whispers and marbles they’d passed back and forth in the underground dark.

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I’ve never considered this one! haha…if only Isis got a larger role.

The lady Isis knew the value of caution over emotion, wrangled with it every week since the day she first fastened the Millennium Tauk upon her person, and saw what would come to be. But if her visions had steeled her mind and sharpened her resolve–for all that all that pain and understanding had hurt her–Isis only wished she had delved far enough to see the darkness unfolding around the ties of her fellow Priests. 

The Millennium Rod, for all its power and prestige had always resembled moderation in her mind, and the act of reigning in oneself for the greater good. Much like herself in some ways. She could have lost herself in worlds not yet meant to be, drifting aimlessly in the current of what could have been, but chose instead to stand among her peers and her Pharaoh to carry out His will. But Seto wavered; his emotions continued to bubble up in a wave that threatened to undo the moderation that his Item demanded of him, and Isis feared the day she’d wake in a cold sweat, dreaming of fates in her mind foretelling his eventual fall to inexorable ruin.