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BAKURA IS FURIOUS AND BRISTLING,  standing in the shadow of a towering,  jackal-headed god.     ❛     anpu,     ❜     he growls between the press of his teeth  —  because,  of course,  the gods choose to so graciously bless him with their presence...  three thousand years too late.     ❛     are  ———  you!     ❜     a question forms on the tip of his tongue,  but dies when bakura spots him.     ❛     care to explain this,  pharaoh?     ❜     he hisses,  nails piercing skin when he yanks their god-king into himself.

              ¨  well  ,   i suppose it  does  lend you a certain  𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶  just as well  ,  to your  fortuitous  luck  .  ¨ 

【  THE VAMPIRE DIARIES PROMPTS  】  ||   @millenniumpharaoh

     Only weeks ago such words would have been met with MOCKERY,  if not a healthy dose of cynicism.  Perhaps words intended to ridicule his rival for such an open display of sickly sentimentality would have been spoken in response then,  to be followed by that cynic kind of laughter which had become his recurrent trademark during their duels.  Even now,  true to his usual disposition,  he felt if only slightly inclined to formulating a response DRENCHED in sarcasm.  Truth be told,  it wasn’t like he knew how else to react.  Any attempt to walk away from that comfort zone he’d so stubbornly built for himself left a taste of humiliating awkwardness in his mind.

     And yet,  not a word escaped from lips which remained tightly shut for another moment,  as though purposely trapping whichever automatic answer rationality had conjured.  Instead,  his gaze remained fixed upon an undetermined point far ahead;  away from the eyes which surely  (  he could FEEL it  )  were staring at him in a sort of pensive silence.  There was a certain flame within Atem’s eyes nowadays that elicited the strangest reactions within him,  often so impossible to ignore.  A flame which had known no name before,  but that now he had  —albeit tentatively— come to recognize,  despite being a stranger to its very concept.  

                           ––––––––– Affection?

     ❝   I was away for a month,  not an entire year.  Don’t get so sentimental.   ❞    Ah,  but old habits die hard.  It wouldn’t be him if at least a small glimpse of his usual self did not show itself even in these unlikely moments.  It provided a respite from these unfamiliar emotions Atem’s very presence forced upon him.  Some of which he had yet to accept in their entirety.  Refused to,  even.  There was yet stubbornness within him,  amidst the fire his rival had spread so harshly.

      ❝   I’ve been—-  immersed in a new project.  A time-consuming one.  Perhaps my most ambitious one yet.   ❞    He was careful to reveal no more than what words conveyed.  There was a deeper complexity behind this new AMBITION of his;  a powerful drive so familiar and yet so very foreign.   ❝   A certain predicament of ours has become increasingly bothersome.  So I’ve taken it upon myself to ensure it doesn’t remain that way for much longer.   ❞    The words were handpicked one by one.  He was threading into uncharted territory now;  had been doing just that for a while and the cause of it all was the very man who stood beside him.  And yet he remained impassive,  gaze firmly focused on the dull view of sand and pyramids which had once attempted to appear impressive;  and had seemed so for only one time—  that very first time he stood in that same balcony.  But he’d easily come to dislike this world;  to harbor a sort of DISDAIN for it.  Quiet.  Unchanging.  Dead.  With naught to offer but the man who stood beside him.  Enough for him to keep coming back,  over and over again.  And yet,  this little cycle had swiftly become one he deemed unnecessary.  Oh,  he wasn’t about to let Atem go.  He had learned from past experiences that even trying was an impossible task.  Albeit shameful,  he had ceased to deny what was blatantly obvious.  He needed Atem.  

     But he was an ambitious man––––––––––-    and he wanted more.  

    . ¸ . ✩   “ Go outside ? NOW ?!!? ” Usagi grasps a firm hold of her futon, burrowing further under the comforter until only her flushed bun head peaks above the table, wide eyes glistening under the warm evening light. “ No way, nope nope nope, I’m not coming out from under this until SPRING. ”

‘     i’m  glad  you  like  it !     ’          she  beams ,    soft  cheeks  flushed  the  faintest  shade  of  pink  as  she  speaks .          ‘     it  looks  good  on  you .     ’