#shootofcorruption

@shoot-of-corruption replied to this post: "Must have been a really badly made one and overcooked. Usually they don't taste bitter at all."

Mariku's cheeks were just a tiny bit dusted with red, until he saw the state of Atem's face and broke out into a honest, deep belly-laugh. "The likes of me... catching you off-guard... priceless." He wiped away a mock-tear with a content sigh.

Well now that was just not going to work! Now that he's been embarrassed, he is going to have to do it back!

He's flustered, obviously, still a little bit knocked off balance, but he folds his arms to regain his composure.

@shoot-of-corruption​

(I don’t know how you want it xD)

“Hmm let’s see what you accomplished? World domination? Last I checked...didn’t happen.”

She looked at him for a moment, while she walked around him.

“Plunging the world into darkness? Didn’t happen either.”

Moony just looked up at him and smiled.

“See acomplished nothing.”

“Its ugly.... I love it.”

Yuugi shivered, though not just from the chill in the damp night air. The hindsight here was twenty-twenty as he stared back at the creature a short distance away. Were the shadows moving? It seemed that the moon was not giving off much light at all. 

He’d let his curiosity get the best of him. Had followed the man out to the park...not the best idea. But he’d had to know what was behind the events of the last few weeks. Had to know if all of the little things he’d noticed were not just coincidence.

Yuugi should not have called out to him--an impulse he quickly regretted.

Could he have escaped detection if he’d remained quiet? Somehow he doubted that. 

The fact that he’d now discovered the truth was clearly not a problem for Mariku. But he couldn’t falter now. 

“I...I had my suspicions,” Yuugi was careful to choose his words, knowing he was treading on thin ice. 

Shit, Mariku had him there. What would he do? He swallowed. 

“I know you’re not the type to waste an opportunity. But you need to think carefully about your next move, because there’s only so much you can hide.”

Cont. [x] // @shoot-of-corruption

His back is against the armrest of the farthest right of the couch. His eyes are closed while his body is completely relaxed from mediation. He feels as light as feather, not a muscle is tense, not even when he’s sitting upright. His waist has something to lean on and that’s enough. The sunrays play along the glass of the window as though fingers playing on piano keys. A dance of summer light, falling upon tanned skin, feeling like it’s caressing Atem’s face. And at that second… he is reminded of his mother.

The warmest and gentlest of hands used to cradle his weepy little face when he was a little kid. And the next thing he’s half asleep upon his mother’s lap as she is running her fingers through his hair. He remembers it being the best feeling ever. As though he was nestled upon a cloud and the sunshine is caressing his face and hair. It couldn’t get any better. How he misses it so…

And then as he peers his eyes open he could spot a familiar figure. An idea comes across his mind but he’s not entirely sure if Mariku would be up for it. He gives it a shot anyways.

When the other accepts his offer, Atem adjusts his position to ensure Mariku would be comfortable. Oh… it isn’t like he can physically feel discomfort. He keeps forgetting that. Still. Atem wants it to be done right. And as the blond sat beside him and looked at him, the former pharaoh displays a radiant smile.

Atem lightly tilts his head forward and dips his chin. He waits a moment after Mariku rests his head in his lap. He motions his hands carefully but stops them mid-air when the other mentions something that has his mind on pause. He used to hate people touching his hair… Atem tries not to think too much about it. It could be anything. He also dislikes it if someone tries to touch his hair without permission. Or they both have their hair so perfectly styled that they may not want that ruined. But it could be just about anything else. And then the second comment follows. Atem lightly shakes his head. As much as he wants to ask about it he decides it's best that he doesn't at the very moment.

“Let me know if this is alright. You can tell me if there's something you don't like.”

Cont. [x] // @shoot-of-corruption

Atem tilts his head back from the totally wacky noise the other made just now right in his face.

An episode of violence.

His hand lashed out suddenly, whole body moving at once. Sitting bolt upright--he lashed out his arm, fingers curled into a fist, narrowly missing and ending up slamming the wall.

He startled backwards at the noise, the sudden pain, and the language he spoke was the start of a summoning spell.

Five seconds, ten seconds. His breath shuddered.

Slowly, he seemed to be able to see.