@h3artsablaze cont. from here

They are shaded beneath the limbs of swaying palms, the gentle breeze casting ripples across the pool of water beside them. Seto is a sight to behold, his brown hair tussled from the desert winds. He is dressed in the garb of Atem's ancient society, but the technological crown still sits atop his head, the one thing the pharaoh could not convince him to discard, even for a moment. Atem was not stupid, he knew what the device was for, at least partially, judging by how often Seto was reaching up with a look of annoyance as he flicked it off.

"Perhaps I just wanted to see your handsome face," he teases, leaning back on one hand, a glass of wine swirling gently in the other. He takes a sip, carefully watching Seto's face as he continues to speak. "I know you are still waiting on my answer, but I'm afraid I don't have one yet that would satisfy you. Leaving here is...complicated."

Seto had asked Atem to return with him, to come back to Domino and life the life he had never gotten to have. But the reasons Seto gave for him to leave were all reasons he had to stay. Why should he abandon his kingdom, his people, for a life he never even had? If destiny was bullshit and he was supposed to pick his own path, why would he not choose his job, his purpose? He was Horus, Ra, both of them and none of them. Who else could take over for him?

"There is no one who could take my place if I were to leave."

starter for @better-name-for-rp-blog

Noises. Lights. Everywhere he turned was an attack on his senses; bright, flashing lights and loud, blaring horns. He feels disoriented, disconnected, and his feet drag beneath him as he stumbles across the road. Cars fly by him with no regards to his fragility compared to their vehicles, but Atem eventually manages to escape the street and plant both feet on the sidewalk. He tries to look around, get a feel for where he was, but the once familiar city was now unrecognizable. And so he walks.

He isn't entirely sure where he's going, but he keeps forward, assuming that eventually he would come across something he recognized.

His legs have begun to tire, and his attire, while perfect for the warm desert sun of Aa'ru, does nothing to protect him from the weather, leaving his chest and limbs vulnerable to the freezing rain. After walking for what felt like an hour, he found that his muscles had begun to cramp, his legs no longer wanting to support him. A small lean-to sits only a few feet from him, and he hurries to get underneath it.

Now protected from the rain, he sits on the bench and takes a deep breath. His braids are soaked, clinging uncomfortably to the back of his neck and the tops of his shoulders. He isn't sure where he is, there is nothing here that he recognizes. But there are people hurrying across the courtyard, bags and books held over their heads to protect them from the rain. Perhaps there would be someone he knew? He isn't sure, but he makes the decision to stay in the safety of the lean-to for now, and resume his search when the rain let up and he could *think*.

An English tea rose is placed in his hair gently by a cloaked figure... if he is paying attention he might catch a glimpse of a silver lock of hair peeking out from under it

Atem blinks in surprise at the figure, one hand reaching up to gently touch the petals of the flower placed in his hair. He cannot see their face, but the glimpse of silver beneath the cloak is all he needs.

“Thank you,” he says simply. offering a small smile in return. 

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Horrific Headcanons || accepting

He pulls something from his pocket and it glints in the sun as he turns it in his hand. A dagger, about the size of his palm, made from obsidian. Beads of turquoise and gold decorated the hanging cord of hemp that wrapped around the handle. "I have had this dagger for countless centuries. It has never left my side and never will."

Hello everyone! It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Life hit me pretty hard a few years back, and while I tried to keep up writing through it all. it proved to be too much and I had to step away. But I’m back now, in a much better place in life where things are just looking better and better for me. 

My love for these muses and the fun I had writing them with everyone has brought me back here, and I look forward to finding new writing partners, as well as rekindling with any old ones that would be willing to take me back!

I will be going around tossing some ask memes into peoples inboxes, as well as reblogging some of my own if anyone wishes to start up an interaction with any of my boys!

permanent interaction call for Atem of Yugioh! DM. like this post for me to either write up a starter or jump in your inbox with one of your recently posted memes.

"Until I met you, I never thought I would've been capable of that."

from this ask meme ☥

He smiles, small and soft at the admission. "I can say the same, you know. My years with you were an experience I would not trade for anything. I only wish I could have stayed longer." He falls silent, mulling his next words over in his head before he speaks again. "You are one of the strongest people I have ever met. You don't need me to tell you that."

❛  see? i told you there's some good in you.  ❜

from this ask meme ☥

Atem pursed his lips, biting back a smile at his partners words. The little sparrow hopped around the pond, its tiny feet splashing in the puddles that had accumulated around the waters edge. "I simply did what any person would have done in my position."

Yuugi had burst into his chambers a few days ago, a tiny broken bird cradled in his hands. It had fallen from one of the trees in the garden, and even though Atem hadn't had much hope for the little guy, he had very quickly found that saying no to those innocent eyes turned on him, pleading with him to do something was impossible. And so he had summoned Mahaad, and instructed him to do everything he could to save the bird.

"I am just happy that Mahaad was able to save it. He is the one you should be thanking."

@chromaticdisparity cont. ☥ 

The confession shocks him, the words Seto utters the last things he would ever expect to hear from the man. Loved? Love was not something Atem was used to, not something he understood, at least not in the way that Seto meant it. And although he wanted to try and explain it away, the once pharaoh knew the meaning behind those words with a startling clarity.

After all, did he not feel the same way? The thought sent an odd feeling through his chest, warmer even than the wine he had been drinking for the better half of the night. Wine that, it seemed, Seto had drunken quite a bit more of than he had. 

Fingers trace around the rim of his glass for a moment, still half full of liquid red as blood, before he moves. He sets his glass down on the table in between them and stands, making his way over to the couch Seto is seated at.

“Kaiba,” he says, choosing his words carefully as he speaks. He takes a seat beside him, sitting as close as he feels Seto would be comfortable with. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s getting late, and you have work to attend to in the morning.” He didn’t voice it, but he also figured Seto would greatly resent such a confession in the morning when he was sober, and Atem didn’t want him to close off to him again. Not after they had come so far.

cont. ☥

@chromaticdisparity

Muscles twitch as he strains to keep his mouth shut, wanting nothing more than to snap back at the man in front of him. It was a rare sight, to see Kaiba so passionate about something, to see him so angry, so hurt. This was a fact only made worse by the knowledge that Atem could blame this on no one but himself, as much as he wished himself blameless. After all, it is his own fault, isn’t it? That he’s having so much trouble adjusting. That he can’t go a day without needing something to ground him, to make him feel.

His fist clenches tighter as if the pressure would stop the golden liquid that spills from his palm and squeezes between his fingers. He hadn’t meant to hurt himself. He had been curious, wanting to learn about the things of this world that were so very different from his own. But he had been careless, as he always was. Too eager to know, to learn. To eager to feel. 

“I’m doing the best I can, Kaiba.” His voice is lower now, throat hoarse from yelling and arguing for what feels like hours but was in reality only minutes.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Horrific Headcanons || accepting

@achaoticmultiverse

He has a single obsidian dagger that holds great significance to him. If he could only carry one weapon for the rest of time, it would be that dagger.

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

Horrific Headcanons || accepting

Atem has the blood of countless souls on his hands. As Horus, he fought and killed gods in heavenly wars. His rule as Pharaoh was more peaceful, but he was responsible for the execution of several people, thieves and murderers and assassins alike, and he was pharaoh when he committed the one murder he will never forgive himself for. And as Yami, the spirit in the puzzle, he never hesitated to strike down anyone who posed as even a slight inconvenience to whatever his goal was.

What is the circumference of your areolas? Is that personal enough?

“Why tell you when you can just come see for yourself?”

Atem, do you miss being powerful?

The question prompts him to look down at his hand. He clenches his fist for a moment, the tendons in his wrist straining against the force. “These hands helped shaped the cosmos. I used to fly among the stars, and could pull the sun across the sky. It is...sad not being who I once was. Coming back to this world...I don’t regret it. But there is a limitation to mortal bodies that leaves me wanting, as if I am not quite complete.” 

☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? (chromaticdisparity)

Horrific Headcanons || accepting

@chromaticdisparity

It depends on the movie, really. Not much scares him, so usually he is the one being clung to. But if it’s a good horror movie, usually of a supernatural kind, suspense will have him clinging to the nearest object.

What's a dream you wish to achieve?

“A dream I wish to achieve?” There is a moment of silence while he ponders the question. “I’ve never really thought about it. My own dreams and desires are something that I haven’t really considered in ... a very long time.”

“I suppose my dream is just that I wish for my friends to be happy and to achieve their own dreams in life.”