#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — vs your god of egypt .

[gildinbainas]

Antony & Atem: First Meeting

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Atem sat below deck of his ship, feet curled within the chair that was his makeshift throne. The ship was docked at port near the Nile, his chosen place to meet with the one who saw fit to march soldiers near Kemet's borders. He couldn't be bothered meeting him on a field of battle just yet, for it was inevitable that these soldiers had come quite ill prepared. Atem had noted the battering rams and catapults while spies didn't see too many instances of oil. That meant these soldiers had no intention of simply burning his lands to the ground. They likely wished for control of the city and of course the resources within. Not that Atem could blame them. From what he had heard about the activities of Rome these days, they had quite the expensive appetite for games and debauchery. But Atem had no intention of letting himself be the proprietor of Roman whims. They would have to invade someone else to pay for their expensive bad habits.

❝Marcus Antonius, my lord.❞

Dark eyes looked up as the Roman soldier was escorted by medjai below deck of his ship. This Roman seemed rather unnerved that his own escorts had been forced to stay behind, but he needn't worry too much. As agreed, no blood would be shed this day and Atem was a man of his word. This day was all about negotiations and an attempt to implore reason before the sun rose on the 'morrow. Nothing more than that unless the soldier chose not to cooperate.

Atem uncurled slender, bronze legs from beneath him and finally stood, sliding dainty feet within jeweled sandals that rested before his chair. A long gown of red covered the golden chest plate protecting his chest while his arms were adorned with various arm cuffs, bangles and temporary tattoos. He looked upon his guest who stood taller than he. At barely five feet, he intimidated few in stature alone. However, he was certain this one knew rather well that it wasn't wise to underestimate the throne of Egypt. There was a reason it was still standing after all this time and Atem had no intention of letting it fall during his reign.

❝So you are the one seeking entry into my kingdom uninvited.❞

The Pharaoh walked forward towards a silver tray that held two silver chalices. He poured wine into both, extending one chalice to his guest. After taking a few sips of his own, if only to let his guest know that it wasn't laced with poison, Atem sat on one of the pillows nearby motioning for his guest to do the same.

❝Prey tell Antony, what it is that you seek that has you acting in such haste? This is your chance to explain yourself so consider this meeting an act of kindness. Despite what you have been told, I can be quite reasonable when I choose to be.❞

Which was the truth in comparison to his cousin. Priest Seto was the first to favor simply burning them all to the ground from the start, but Atem knew that his father had dealings with Rome for a time. It was best to hear them out first before destroying a potential beneficial relationship on both sides. There was always a benefit to friendship if one looked hard enough.

[gildinbainas]

He's going to curl around his fluffy hound, give belly scratches and tug on his ears. He always misses you too.

Coils the darkness around his beloved. Missed him dearly as always.

[gildinbainas]

"You mean more to me than anyone else." (from the priest)

Accidental Declaration of Love starters

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He  needed  to  clear  his  head.  Sparring  upon  the  sands  did  little  but  frustrate  him.  Karim  wiped  the  floor  with  him  the  entire  session,  eventually  conceding  by  using  the  king's  expression  as  an  excuse.

❝You  look  tired,  my  lord.  Perhaps  we  should  continue  another  day.❞

No  doubt  Karim  wished  to  spare  him  the  humiliation  yet  he  did  so  with  the  tact  that  was  expected  of  a  high  priest.  While  Atem  could  have  taken  honest  critique,  he  but  nodded,  dropping  his  daggers  in  the  sand.  Looking  to  the  skies  proved  easier  said  than  done.  With  sand  beneath  his  feet,  he  could  think  only  of  his  back  lying  in  the  warm  cushion  of  it,  his  purple  eyes  gazing  upon  striking  blues  he  sought  to  avoid  these  days.

Shaking  his  head,  he  slipped  away  to  find  the  next  best  distraction.  There  were  quite  a  few  letters  upon  his  desk  in  need  of  answering  but  words  were  not  the  best  idea  given  his  state  of  mind.  He  needed  something  more;  something  to  take  the  edge  off  and  if  sparring  wouldn't  do,  the  other  thing  surely  would.

Normally  he  stood  opposite  his  cousin,  but  it  was  Mahad  who  insisted  on  testing  his  prowess  alongside  his  apprentice.  A  two  on  one  would  make  for  a  test  of  strength  and  so  Atem  agreed  without  question  as  they  took  their  duel  below  ground.  Spirit  after  spirit  drew  forth  from  the  tablets,  the  clash  of  monsters  causing  the  ground  to  quake  beneath  them.  The  battle  lasted  several  minutes  with  the  two  mages  eventually  bowing  their  heads  in  defeat,  but  with  a  smile.  For  every  duel  their  pharaoh  won,  it  made  him  look  stronger  as  their  king.

Atem  let  lips  curve  into  a  smile,  the  first  all  day.  Despite  his  growing  anxiety  about  the  palace,  nothing  failed  to  earn  a  smile  quite  like  a  victory  in  battle.

Atem  made  to  step  forward  so  that  he  could  congratulate  Mana.  She  had  come  so  far  and  he  was  impressed  by  her  stamina  this  round  except…  except  things  suddenly  went  dark  and  by  the  time  he  came  to,  he  was  lying  in  bed  looking  around  his  chamber  in  confusion.

❝My  lord?❞

Atem  blinked,  sitting  up  in  bed  as  Seto  rushed  to  his  side.  He  looked  around  in  confusion  because  what  even  in  Ra's  name  had  happened?

❝I  don't…  understand.  I  was  dueling  and  then---❞

❝You  fainted,❞  his  cousin  explained  softly.  ❝Mahad  said  you  were  walking  towards  them  and  all  of  a  sudden  you  fell  forward.  Luckily  Mana  broke  your  fall  in  time.  I  know  just  how  fussy  you  can  be  about  your  face,❞  he  teased,  his  attempt  to  lighten  the  mood  proving  successful.  The  king's  lips  curved  into  an  easy  smile  although  it  is  short  lived.  The  idea  of  actually  fainting  after  a  duel…  He  often  passed  out  in  bed  after  dueling  Seto  but  fainting?  Out  there?  He  shuddered  to  imagine  what  the  vizier  had  to  say  about  it  all.  No  doubt  he'd  wish  to  ban  him  from  dueling  at  all  for  a  while.

❝Shimon?❞  Atem  questioned.  ❝Did  he…say  anything?❞

❝Only  that  you  are  banned  from  dueling  for  a  while.❞  Seto  paused.  ❝And  I  actually  agree  with  him  for  once.❞

Atem's  head  turned  quickly,  staring  at  his  cousin  in  disbelief.  He  could  not  recall  a  single  instance  when  Seto  FULLY  agreed  with  the  old  man  about  ANYTHING.  Even  during  court,  they  have  oft  agreed  to  disagree  for  the  sake  of  moving  things  along  but  this?  This  was  new  and  it  had  Atem  feeling  rather  affronted.

❝I  am  fine,  Seto!❞  he  huffed.  ❝I  went  into  this  duel  underestimating  Mana.  I  did  not  think  she  would  push  me  as  much.  I  know  better  now  so  surely  you  wouldn't  side  with  the  vizier  when---❞

❝---it  was  about  more  than  Mana,  my  lord.❞

Atem  looked  upon  his  cousin  with  a  puzzled  expression.  Did  he  think  him  a  liar  about  it  all?  Or  did  he  truly  suspect  something  else?  ❝I  do  not…  understand.  It  was  two  on  one,  Seto.  I  was  pushed  to  my  limit---❞

"Precisely  the  vizier's  point,❞  he  added  quietly.  ❝It  is  unlike  you  to  allow  anyone  to  push  you  so  far.  Mahad  is  formidable  enough,  but  even  when  dueling  opposite  myself,  you  have  never  once  fainted.❞

❝I  was  tired---❞

❝---again,  proving  my  point.❞

Atem  opened  his  mouth  to  speak,  but  then  closed  it  just  as  quickly.  As  he  mulled  over  everything  he  realized  that  he  could  say  little  that  would  not  make  his  own  argument  even  weaker.  Fact  is,  he  had  left  the  sands  after  a  terrible  sparring  match  restless  with  his  mind  on  other  things.  This  anxious  energy  caught  up  to  him  after  the  duel  and  all  energy  exerted  nearly  led  to  him  faceplanting  in  the  tomb  below.  He  folded  arms  over  his  chest,  looking  away  from  Seto  like  a  petulant  child  who  was  receiving  a  very  well  deserved  punishment.  Except  it  wasn't  a  punishment  ---  not  really.  It�� was  his  people  protecting  the  well  being  of  the  pharaoh.

❝Pharaoh---❞

❝You  can  leave  now.  I  am  quite  tired.❞

He  laid  back  down,  rolling  over  on  his  side  away  from  Seto.  This  was  very  much  him  sulking  about  the  whole  ordeal  all  because  he  didn't  want  to  admit  that  maybe  his  vizier  was  right  about  something  for  a  change.

❝As  you  wish  my  lord.❞

Atem  could  hear  his  cousin's  footsteps  as  they  got  farther  and  farther  away  from  the  bed.  There's  a  pause  near  the  door  and  the  words  to  follow  had  the  king  clutching  his  quilt  tighter  in  an  effort  not  to  look  his  way.

❝For  what  it  is  worth  my  pharaoh,  you  mean  more  to  me  than  anyone  else  in  this  place.  I  am  always  on  your  side,  but  I  musn't  neglect  my  duties  either.  I  am  to  keep  you  safe;  look  out  for  your  well  being  at  all  times.  Sometimes  it  means  bringing  a  frown  upon  a  face  that  I've  no  right  to  look  upon  softly,  but  know  that  my  intentions  are  in  the  right  place.  Would  that I'd  be  a  lesser  servant  were  I  to  agree  with  you  always.❞

Atem's  breath  caught  in  his  throat  as  the  door  finally  opened  then  shut,  signaling  that  he  was  very  much  alone  again.  Emptiness  washed  over  him,  but  more  than  that  was  a  guilt  that  settled  into  the  recesses  of  his  heart.  The  last  thing  he  wished  to  do  was  push  his  cousin  away  yet  he  somehow  felt  that  he'd  accomplished  as  much.  But  that  was…  a  good  thing  right?

He  pulled  the  covers  over  his  head,  burying  his  face  within  his  pillow.  All  of  a  sudden  he  felt  a  crippling  sadness  while  his  body  reminded  him  of  just  how  right  Seto  had  been.  Body  aching  from  head  to  toe,  his  dueling  days  were  over…  for  the  time  being  anyway.

[gildinbainas]

i almost lost you. //Beschu in the middle of carnage, slaughter and war - but it's not even his blade that swings anymore. Only the hellfire that incinerates the battlefield as his heart pieces itself together again for Atem's awakening.

PROMPTS FOR the budding romance

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Everything happened rather quickly. There was no time to think --- only act --- and that's exactly what everyone did before the king could even give the first order. Beschu was torn between staying at the king's side at the first sign of trouble or heading out to survey the trouble that had marched through the gates towards the palace. In the end, Atem convinced him he would be of far better use out there and so Beschu headed for the first window, jumping out of it and transforming mid air. It didn't take long for the cries of Egypt to reach the king's ears. No matter how much the vizier insisted he stay inside and 'let those who trained for this' handle it, Atem could not bring himself to stay inside without seeing first hand just how bad it was out there.

And it was BAD. The breeze carried sand and smoke towards the palace with ease giving much cause for concern with how strong the stench burned his nostrils. Defying the old man was the likely out of order, but Atem fled the throne room ignoring the old man's cries as he raced towards the source of the fires.

He didn't remember much. Ka spirits and his army marched through the streets swinging swords and spears while blood littered the sand. In the background, fires raged on while Ka spirits fought in the midst of it all pushing back the enemy. His kingdom had been prepared for this, as it was no easy feat to draw them farther away from the city. Citizens had been evacuated through tunnels built long ago --- at least until it was safe to return ( if it would ever be safe ) leaving the streets mostly free from too many civilian casualties. This part had been planned for long ago, but the actual casualties… Despite the upgraded weapons and light weight armor, they were struggling if the carnage he observed from his horse was any indication.

Dammit!

He could not let the fall of his home be the legacy he left behind. And so despite lingering injuries from another incident months back, he called forth one of his faithful gods and entered the battle alongside his army flanking west. With a sword in hand as well, he would attempt double his efforts setting aside the knowledge that exerting himself too much was probably a terrible idea.

The last thing he remembered was being surrounded by foreign foot soldiers, but holding his own all the same. There was shouting all around him; war cries and orders being given that he couldn't bother to adhere to in the moment. His ba was incredibly low and the sword in hand was beginning to feel heavier with each swing taken. Whether or not he was finally hit, he could not recall. All he knew was that upon opening his eyes, Bes was leaning over him looking rather distressed. He could hear anguished cries all around him and the sounds of people being gutted, choking on blood. He could smell the strong fumes from the smoke and sand nearly suffocating him, but more than that was the heat from the fire brushing against his skin.

Atem looked to Bes, noting the look of relief upon his face despite blood and dark hair obscuring most of it. From the pain in his body, Atem had to wonder if he had given everyone a scare. Bes' demeanor had him thinking that perhaps he was out for quite a while. Atem tried to sit up and perhaps reassure Bes that he would be alright but in truth, his body felt anything but great. A sharp pain shot through his body and he gasped, with Bes being quick to scoop him up.

"I got you, I got you. It's going to be okay."

Words were softly spoken though in truth, they did little to comfort the king --- not when Bes still looked rather concerned. Atem didn't have the heart to inquire about the battle. Truth be told, he knew his spirit would be crushed should he find out that they lost. So instead he let his eyes close, drowning out the sounds of war as Bes carried his aching form. There would be plenty of time for catching up. At least that's what he told himself. . . .

[gildinbainas]

The   Pharaoh   looked   up   from   his   place   upon   the   rooftop.   He   was   startled,   having   thought   Naruto   had   fallen   asleep   after   his   busy   day.   Per   usual,   dinner   was   waiting   on   the   sweet   blonde   who   was   kind   enough   to   let   him   stay.   Atem   didn't   mind   the   work   about   the   house.   It   gave   him   something   to   do   since   he   was   far   too   old   to   train   as   a   shinobi.   Furthermore,   he   didn't   imagine   he'd   make   a   convincing   ninja.   While   he   was   a   gifted   user   of   various   Egyptian   weaponry   as   well   as   something   of   a   mage,   his   physical   build   was   not   suited   to   wield   chakra   for   long   periods   of   time.

His   musings   were   set   aside   as   Naruto   found   a   place   beside   him,   sitting   down.   Their   legs   dangled   over   the   sides,   Atem's   own   swinging   back   and   forth   in   a   childlike   manner.   His   features   are   twisted   as   he   tries   to   string   words   together   that   make   sense.   The   language   barrier   was   still   a   big   problem   at   times   frustrating   him   to   no   end.

He   looks   to   his   roommate.   He   wants   to   ask   about   his   day;   wants   to   offer   a   listening   ear   through   words,   but   he   knows   his   own   manner   of   speaking   sounds   like   gibberish   to   him   and   so   he   opts   for   a   warm   smile   and   a   wave.   At   least   this   seemed   universal   when   greeting   someone.

@gildinbainas // for atem

❝ Did I ever tell you you're not supposed to be here by yourself without me, heh. ❞

[gildinbainas]

🌿🍒 for Atem (for Bridgerton Sub Verse)

send “🌿🍒” (or “mistletoe”) for my muse’s reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse ♡

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Social gatherings were not his thing at all yet the interest taken into him by Lady Dansbury had been enough to coax the Egyptian into attending a soiree. She had offered to make him the guest of honor but he shot that down rather quickly. Attending a social event was one thing, but being presented as someone looking for a wife was another. The latter was not an option for someone who had little to no interest in romance at all. That and he scoffed at the notion of marrying for status. If all marriage was these days was a means to acquire more wealth, surely there were other, less constricting ways earning coin. He'd take his chances on his own.

However, given the event was centered around Christmas, naturally the whole place was abuzz with women wearing their cards in hopes of filling it with dances. He had yet to accept an invitation on the dance floor leaving many to have quelled their attempts at coaxing him to the floor. He did however, find it in him to participate in Lady Dansbury's idea of fun. A young woman he knew nothing about found herself standing next to him near the champagne table. And wouldn't you know it? Mistletoe.

Atem chalked the idea up to Lady Dansbury assuming said table would get the most traffic during the event and she was not wrong. Kisses were flying left and right from cheeks and in an effort not to look entirely like an old scrooge, he leaned close brushing a kiss past the woman's cheek.

"Happy Christmas." He pointed towards the sprig as to let her know he flat out wasn't simply accosting her. It seemed to be the 'theme' for the evening. "Enjoy the rest of your night, miss."

[gildinbainas]

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞ //Bessssss

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

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One of the things he hated most about hosting guests within the palace is that it came with its fair share of separating him from Beschu. As the Pharaoh, he was obligated to mix and mingle with foreign guests in an attempt to earn their favor and perhaps new allies if the price wasn't too steep. Of course, what Atem deemed as steep did not always match the vizier's idea of such. Marrying women he hardly knew ( and in some instances, men ) was quite reasonable in his view even if Atem found the potential partner to be quite deplorable. He was no stranger to people throwing themselves at him and while Beschu likely longed to intervene, it was not his place. Instead, his hound was forced to play the part of guest as well, entertaining whomever might seek his arm.

And oh certainly there were times when the king grew quite green with envy. Watching dancers and foreign royalty hang about the hound's strong frame oft caused the king's eyes to narrow dangerously. He never was all that good at sharing his favorite toys and while Bes was no toy, one could almost argue he was the king's favorite 'pet'. He would grit and bear it, the momentary need to tear himself away from guests dying with the realization that his duties must come before his selfish desires. He managed for the most part.

❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞

Four hours of meetings, dancing, wine and fake smiles was more than enough to appease the vizier. With most of their guests drunk on their choice wine, Atem felt little guilt as Bes hastily pulled at various layers upon Atem's frame. Ornate hair pieces, bangles, arm cuffs and then the actual layered gown. All of it being hastily sorted through to get to the tanned skin that seemed to call out to him all throughout the evening. Regardless of what Atem observed from afar, Bes' interest in his company for the evening had been nil. He only had eyes for his king and if protocol would have allowed it, he might have stolen a dance at some point.

Now they had more than enough time to make up for it.

Layers finally tossed aside, Bes paused only to step back and admire the king's naked form. With lips slightly parted and eyes darkening, he allowed the hunger to gnaw at him until he could no longer stand it. In an instant the king was pushed back onto the bed, his lover crawling over him to bite down ferally into an exposed shoulder. It would heal in time, but the fact that there was no bruise had been incentive to remind the king whom HE belonged to in return.

The soft whimper from Atem and writhing upon the bed would invite Bes to slip his hand between parting thighs where fingers would make certain to work hard to keep the king from feeling as little pain as possible. But he would be slow… teasing… prolonging the inevitable until Atem was practically crying for it. And he already was. With fingers curling into Bes' sides, he was already softly crying with need, a hunger that Bes would seek to satisfy all night if it meant the king would never forget again.

[gildinbainas]

He gently noses into Atem's nape, kissing at back and into hair with a heated hum. Weight presses down with arms reaching around chest and stomach. A needy canine as he adjusts his Pharaoh onto his side and proceeds to spoon them over the covers. Teeth nip at shoulder whenever the smaller of the two wiggles. /Bes

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒐𝒉'𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓...

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It had taken his court some time to get used to the hellhound's presence, but more than that was the fight for approval. Never mind the fact that Beschuzer had saved the king's life on more than one occasion. That didn't seem to err the court in the god-hound's favor at all. On the contrary, it was an opportunity used to remind the Pharaoh of his irresponsible behavior whenever he allowed himself to venture outside alone. They did not approve and had made it abundantly clear that they would never approve of his 'friendship' with a shapeshifting hound yet Atem realized that, in hindsight, it hardly mattered how they felt.

For starters, Atem was the PHARAOH; the supreme law of the land and their GOD OF EGYPT. To truly defy him was punishable by death regardless of their standing. And secondly, well, Beschu was a hellhound. In his true form, his whole frame sat ominously before the king with his long, bushy tail wrapping about the throne protectively. Even IF they thought to forcibly remove the hound, it probably would not end well. He had proven on more than one occasion that he could stand to fight the strongest of Ka spirits. Atem knew it irritated most of his high priests to no end, Mahad even making his displeasure visible in his features yet the subject matter had long since been dropped when they realized Atem would not budge. And speaking of his majesty…

Painted lips curved into a small smile as he felt the bed dip slightly behind him. He could only close his eyes and hum a soft sound of approval as Bes nosed the soft, barely tainted skin about his neck. Atem felt his frame being gathered and pulled back towards his lover. He approved wholeheartedly of this midday spooning session. Such was a rare occasion and with the vizier somewhere propping for activities befitting the changing of the seasons, Atem could allow himself a few moments to indulge himself selfishly.

Hips wiggled, pushing back and teasing his lover. Of course, for the time being, a bit of teasing before a nap was all he could muster. Within the hour he would be expected to show his face lest the old man come looking for him. So as much as he longed to give his companion a reason to ruin another gown, he eventually settled for a power nap, feeling quite safe in the arms of the love of his life…

[gildinbainas]

He did not need to be the equivalent of a seer to know when Mana was telling TALL TALES. It had become painfully obvious long before he stumbled across her just now that she might be somewhere avoiding a certain vizier. Of course, he could hardly fix his mouth to reprimand her as expected of a man in his position. Pharaoh or not, he spent much of his time avoiding that senile old man too. Therefore, despite circumstances, he would only offer the makings of a smile as he leaned against the statue beside her. She had done something to make the vizier quite ill with her. Atem could recall many uttered words beneath the old man's breath such as 'reckless' and 'a complete disregard for protocol' --- something to that effect. Even so, he knew Shimon's penchant for dramatics was unmatched. The tiniest break in tradition sent him flying off the wall so no matter what had happened, no doubt Shimon's antics were an overreaction per usual.

"I see. Well, then. I suppose I will let you get back to your lack of hiding. The vizier has been looking for you all afternoon so I will let him know that you are currently available for a meeting."

A jest of course, but worth the laugh at her expense if she took him seriously.

❝ —— no, i am most definitely not hiding from anyone. ❞ @gildinbainas

[gildinbainas]

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“Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron.”

[gildinbainas]

❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞ /Beschu @ Atem

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS

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No,  he  didn't,  and  that  was  probably  why  Atem  always  looked  so  confused  by  the  looks  he  would  get  from  @nvrcmplt.  He  didn't  understand  how  someone  he  had  no  recollection  of  could  look  upon  him  so  fondly.  The  shapeshifter  ( whom  he  now  knew  as  a  'hellhound' )  had  taken  to  being  his  shadow  although  Atem  wondered  if  that  had  always  been  the  case.  There  were  times  before  that  vicious  attack  in  the  alley  when  Atem  would  get  the  feeling  he  was  being  watched.  He'd  look  up  and  around  but  see  nothing  of  note,  chalking  it  up  to   his  own  paranoia  about  being  given  another  chance  by  the  gods.  The  Egyptian  Gods  had  been  cruel  to  him  before.  Why  should  he  believe  he  would  survive  this  time  around  without  having  to  ---  yet  again  ---  sacrifice  his  soul?  He  didn't  believe  it  and  therefore  was  never  fully  at  ease  with  his  new  life.

But  things  were  oddly  (  and  slowly  )  changing.  The  growing  paranoia  he  used  to  face  was  subsiding  some,  mostly  because  Beschu  was  always  around.  It  had  taken  Atem  some  time  to  realize  the  shaggy  black  dog  often  lurking  in  the  park's  shadows  was  the  very  one  who  had  rescued  him  that  night.  That  night  was  kind  of  a  blur,  with  images  so  gruesome  he  was  sure  his  mind  had  purposely  blocked  them  out.  But  he  remembered  fangs  and  claws  tearing  at  flesh  and  then  the  face  of  a  stranger  gently  brushing  his  cheek.  The  stranger's  eyes  had  seemed  so  sad  and  though  terribly  shaken,  Atem  did  not  run.  However,  the  fear  in  amethyst  eyes  had  forced  Beschu  to  back  off.  He  gave  Atem  some  space  in  human  form  but  kept  watch  as  a  hound,  often  lurking  but  rarely  seen.

Fast  forward  months  later  to  the  here  and  now.  Beschu's  hand  was  tracing  a  scar  on  Atem's  chest  that  his  majesty  couldn't  quite  remember  receiving.  He  supposed  he  always  had  such  a  scar,  but  Bes's  fingers  and  look  upon  his  face  said  otherwise.

❝You  know  something  of  my  scar.  Pretell,  speak.❞  And  it  was  most  unlike  the  ex-pharaoh  to  allow  touching.  His  touch  aversion  was  the  absolute  worst  and  yet  he  did  not  feel  disgusted  by  Bes'  touch.  Only  strange...  nervous  even,  but  not  disgusted.

❝That  scar  was  left  behind  the  day  I  found  you  dead  in  the  sands,"  he  answered  quietly.

❝Oh...❞  Oh,  indeed.  Atem  didn't  recall  much  about  his  death  day.  Just  nightmares  that  were  likely  about  the  incident.  Great  fires  reigned  down  over  Egypt,  children  screaming  and  then  he  could  hear  himself  gasping,  drawing  his  last  breath...  

He  looked  away,  but  it  was  Bes'  larger  hand  cupping  his  cheek  and  forcing  eye  contact.  "Please...  do  you  even  realize  what  you  do  to  me?❞  His  eyes,  though  oft  respectful  in  nature,  seemed  to  struggle.  Whereas  eyes  only  ever  looked  upon  him  in  sadness,  they  were  now  showing  a  hunger  that  had  the  monarch  quite  conflicted.

He  didn't  know  him.  That  is  to  say,  he  didn't  remember  Bes  at  all,  but  he  knew  things...  Was  well  learned  in  the  ways  of  Egypt,  its  court  and  the  gods.  Surely  this  could  not  be  some  act  to  catch  him  with  his  guard  down  right?  Surely  Bes  would  have  killed  him  long  ago  if  that  was  the  endgame  right?

Bes  eventually  lowered  his  gaze,  head  down  in  a  submissive  stance.  Eventually  Bes  rolled  over,  turning  his  back  to  Atem.  ❝I...  apologize.  I  should  not  push  so  much  when  you  have  been  through  enough  as  is.  I  apologize  my  pharaoh.❞

And   he  wasn't  wrong.  Bes  shouldn't  push  so  much.  At  the  same  time,  this  was  the  first  time  Bes  had  vocalized  his  desire.  For  months  he  followed  along  without  so  much  as  a  word  most  days.  His  eyes  were  oft  sad  but  never  anything  that  indicated  much  more  than  that.

Atem  was  afraid.  He  was  afraid  for  an  array  of  reasons.  No  one  had  touched  him  since  his  return.  He  hadn't  allowed  it.  Even  now  the  idea  almost  squicked  him,  but  he  trusted  Bes.  He  didn't  really  understand  why  either.  He  just...did.  And  so  this  time  it  was  Atem  moving,  inching  closer  to  Bes’  form on  the  bed  and  gently  placing  a  jeweled  hand  upon  his  shoulder.  His  majesty  chewed  his  bottom  lip  briefly  before  responding.

❝No...  I  do  not  know  what  it  is  that  sparks  such  devotion  to  a  king  who  does  not  exist  any  longer.  I  do  ---  don't...  know  what  I  do  to  you  but  perhaps...❞  He  breathes.  ❝Perhaps...  you  can...  show  me?❞

And  by  the  gods  he  knew  what  he  was  asking.  There  was  only  one  way  to  interpret  that  statement  but  was  he  ready?  was  this  the  right  call?  The  only  way  to  know  for  certain  was  to  take  this  chance...  if  Bes  was  willing...

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There was but one major rule in all of Egypt and it was to never lay hands upon the PHARAOH, for he was looked upon as the reincarnation of a GOD; the son of two gods and therefore a divine being. Naturally, Atem never thought much of it as he had come to know his role as a little more than a chess piece. His elders gave advice but ultimately expected him to use himself for the benefit of Egypt. And that could mean an array of things he chose not to acknowledge from day to day. Right now, his sole purpose was to win a grail war that, truth be told, was a little more than a bag of frustration. Protecting all of Egypt, and making certain he and Rin stayed alive long enough to finish this was a strain at best on his psyche. But he wasn't chosen by the divine to rule because he was WEAK. He was STRONG, as was the one who served him faithfully. And speaking of the one...

He could feel her slender fingers moving longer hair to the side, exposing a neck that for once was void of the bodypaints he adorned most days. A single thick chain hung about his neck holding half the source of the king's raw power. The item glowed as lips brushed exposed flesh and while he was surprised by the gesture, he had come to learn of the affections oft shared between master and servant. He knew her actions were nothing to fret over.

A plea for forgiveness befell her lips while his features twisted in more confusion. Ah, but the slight hiss that leaves him is in response to the almost possessive feel of teeth piercing flesh in a manner that, were she anyone else, could cost her her life. He'd been marked, but time heals all wounds ( he supposes ). His hair should hide the marks and as he turns to face her, those amethyst colored eyes look her over in earnest. He appears 'business as usual' but there is a softness to the gaze that many would miss were they not well acquainted with his looks. He makes no move to punish her and instead, offers his hand for her to take.

"I will not ask, as I am certain you have your reasons. But come. It is a nice night. Perfect for a walk."

▸▸ [ @gildinbainas || atem & rin || biting mood ]

─「凛」─  " master, please forgive me for what i'm about to do — " that was the only warning she could give him, as the URGE to taste, to leave a mark upon him had taken over. lips ghosted over the skin behind his neck, right over his nape before she bit down upon the sensitive flesh. the BITE was gentle, yet tinged in a hint of possessiveness. what ever punishment he would rain on her, she would accept it.

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a kiss to the neck from behind. (priest seto)

KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

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There were times when the pharaoh could not be taken seriously as the all powerful GOD OF EGYPT. At least in Shimon's eyes. The fuss he made after waking to a patch of skin that was puffy and red had elicited quite the scolding from the old man.

"We live in Egypt, my pharaoh. There will be times bugs get the better of you. The healers insist that you will live."

But that wasn't the point. The patch of skin had swollen considerably, itching in such a manner that Atem wore a permanent scowl all morning, forced to endure because to scratch would mean tearing flesh and potentially leaving an ugly scar. Was it childish to act so vain? Probably, but this was less about his own vanity and more about the fact that some random bug somehow ended up in his bed. He demanded that his entire bedding be washed from top to bottom, with extra servants to comb over everything before he took his rest for the night.

By evening fall, the entirety of the palace had learned of his little outburst but aside from a few looks, none had the guts to say much about it. At least none of note. The only one brave enough to speak of it came in the form of an amused cousin, who stood within Atem's bedchamber watching him from afar. The work day had long come to an end and at best, the palace was in the midst of shift changes while others had turned in for the night.

"You intend to carry the days troubles with you to bed as well, my lord?" The sound of that voice had Atem looking back over his shoulder briefly and although Seto's tone was nothing short of teasing, it still made Atem's features feel hot --- as if he was ashamed of himself. And perhaps he ought to have been. He was no longer a young prince, but a man grown shouldering the burden of ruling a kingdom. However, one does not simply become a hardened king over night. Those things took time, even if the old man would have liked otherwise.

When Atem's scowl only grew in nature, Seto's own amusement matched said scowl. "Shimon is right you know. This bratty behavior is unbecoming of the world's most powerful man."

Atem scoffed, folding arms over his chest as Seto finally approached to stand at his side. The night was young, but as the land had quieted down below, it was a sign for all to take rest soon enough --- and that included said sulking pharaoh.

"The more things change, the more they remain the same," Seto spoke quietly. This time his tone was void of the earlier amusement and had been replaced with something else. The change in tone had Atem looking to him --- the only person he dared drop the mask for these days. "The others may find this troubling where you are concerned, but I beg to differ. I for one, am glad to see that not all has changed." Seto looked to him and grinned. "If you will allow me, I will put your mind at ease as I used to when we were but young boys."

Atem said nothing and were it anyone else, they might have been risking life or limb by taking such blasphemous initiatives, but with his cousin, it was different. It had always been different, but perhaps that was a family thing. Or something. He always chose not to dwell on the 'or something' part.

Seto moved to stand behind him while gentle hands sought to gather dark strands, combing them to one side of the king's exposed shoulder. The place where Atem had been bitten was indeed puffy and reddened, but the swelling had since then gone down a bit due to the ice kept upon it throughout the day. Still, Seto let hands rest upon each shoulder while lips brushed a kiss over the spot. As mere boys, it was nothing for Seto to kiss small cuts or scratches pacifying the young prince when Shimon would not. Such a thing was heavily frowned upon now, but that didn't mean Atem couldn't get what he needed from Seto. Quite the spoiled behavior to an outsider, but a sense of familiar comfort to one who knew him best.

Atem's lips curled, teeth gently biting down while lips sought to cure his ill mood. And it was working. Featherlight warmth ghosted over the swollen area then down closer towards a pulse. Wet but firm was the kiss left there and while this wasn't the first time Seto had kissed scars away, it felt different enough to make Atem's toes curl. By the gods...

He was grateful when Seto stepped back for appearance sake but on the inside, the warmth was surely missed. Perhaps this was merely a result of being starved of affection. He would like to think so even if sometimes...

"Feeling better, my lord?"

Atem turned and offered a slight incline of the head, smile playing at his lips. "Must you ask questions to which you already know the answer?" In other words, of course he felt better. Always did whenever he was at his side. . .

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no, i don’t believe you. you’re a bad liar. (the priest)

❥         𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄       𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄     (    ₁₉₉₅    )  

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     And  as  if  the  gods  insisted  on  making  a  terrible  liar  out  of  him,  his  stomach  gave  a  right  growl  in  that  exact  moment.  Smiling  feebly,  Atem  looked  back  down  at  his  work  with  every  intention  of  continuing  through  the  night  ---  Shimon's  meddling  be  damned. He  had  neglected  his  evening  meal  PLENTY  of  times  in  favor  of  diligently  working.  Until  now,  no  one  had  much  to  say  on  the  matter.  Mana  would  fuss  every  now  and  then,  but  he  knew  his  uncle  appreciated  the  work  ethic.  It  was  one  of  the  few  things  that  didn't  garner  snide  remarks  during  their  morning  sessions.

     A  silence  ensued  as  Atem  continued  working,  but  it  is  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  can  sense  @shacchou ‘s  growing  agitation. Eventually  his  majesty  sets  scrolls  aside,  staring  up  at  his  priest.  No  doubt  Shimon  had  said  something  to  Seto  ---  perhaps  hoping  he  would  be  able  to  get  through  to  the  king,  but  Shimon  was  wrong.  While  Seto  may  have  shared  some  concerns  over  the  weight  loss,  even  he  knew  just  how  miserable  evening  meals  could  be  with  the  rest  of  their  team.  Between  his  uncle's  constant  questioning  of  his  plans  for  Egypt  and  Isis  siding  with  Shimon  at  every  turn,  it  was  always  a  miserable  affair.  To  speak  out  often  turned  into  scolding  with  Shimon  reminding  Atem  that  he  was  too  old  to  be  acting  like  a  petulant  child. 

     No.  Screw  that.  Dinner,  if  he  bothered,  would  happen  alone  somewhere  away  from  prying  eyes.

     "You  have  been  home  for  all  of  five  minutes  and  already,  it  would  seem,  I  am  in  trouble."  He  sighed,  feeling  rather  frustrated.  "Do  tell  Shimon  that  I  ate  to  start  the  day  then  Mana  brought  me  food  when  the  sun  sat  at  its  peak.  I  am  not  starving  myself  as  the  old  man  would  have  you  to  believe,  but... I  suppose  you  are  correct  to  call  my  bluff.  I  did  not  have  my  evening  meal  tonight.  I  was  not  hungry  then."

     He  stands  ---  perhaps  a  little  too  quickly.  The  dizziness  hits  him  like  a  ton  of  bricks,  but  he  shakes  it  off.  He  would  lie  down  soon  enough.  Then  all  would  be  forgotten  on  the  morrow.  "It  is  good  to  have  you  home,  Seto.  My...  frustrations  aside,  you  have  been  missed.  You  always  are."

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td #3

﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ aziraphale — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the angel — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the angel — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the angel — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ loki — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ loki — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ loki — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ alucard — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ alucard — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ alucard — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ alucard — vs draculas wrath . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ alucard — vs adrian tepes at your service . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ gaara — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ gaara — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ gaara — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ garra — vs lend me your strength . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ charles xavier — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ charles xavier — vs we need you to hope again . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ olrox — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ olrox — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — vs cursed spirit . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — vs your god of egypt . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — vs death has no dominion . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — vs transcend .

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downtheriverstream​:

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He is a happy child now.

His  majesty  has  been  quite  grumpy  as  of  late.  In  fact,  he  had  snuck  away  to  one  of  the  spare  rooms  for  a  nap  in  hopes  of  curing  said  ill  mood.  Rare  does  anyone  look  for  him  outside  of  his  usual  hangouts,  but  he’s  more  than  happy  that  a  certain  someone  found  him  today.  In  fact,  he’s  quite  happy  to  share  said  bed  with  such  a  sweet  face  if  they’re  inclined  to  stay.  

His  jeweled  arms  waste  no  time  pulling  the  little  one  close  for  now.  Playful  nuzzles  take  place  and  tickling  fingers  work  their  magic  before  he’s  pressing  a  light  kiss  to  the  child’s  cheek.  He’s  missed  you  too,  even  if  he  doesn’t  say  so  right  away.