❝ 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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hiihihihi do you have any fluffy headcannons for the chain? :))
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Mech pilot yuuta and his mech that’s incredibly possessive over him. He takes to you as a handler almost immediately, excited for the help after his last few handlers were scared off. You’re not allowed inside, your constantly dodging malfunctioning limbs and faulty wires, but you’re not one to back down, and gaining her trust is just as important as gaining his.
Rika only realizes how important you are to Yuuta the day after you spend the night with him, and he’s left alone in the morning with an empty bed and a broken heart. You’re his handler. You’re not supposed to leave him. Not ever.
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