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[suresha]

“ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” (young priest seto)

Noticing Trauma Sentence Starters

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @shacchou (  bb! Priest  Seto )

          Ⲏⲉ  ⲏⲇ𝖽  ⲇⲛ  ⲇⲛⲛⲟⲩⲓⲛⳋ  ⲏⲇⲃⲓⲧ  ⲟ⳨  ⳋⲓⳳⲓⲛⳋ  ⲉⳳⲉⲅⲩⲟⲛⲉ  ⲧⲏⲉ  ⳽ⳑⲓⲣ.  Usually  he  could  be  found  somewhere  within  the  walls  eventually,  but  every  now  and  then,  the  king  grew  bold.  After  all,  these  were  his  people.  Why  not  hide  among  them  at  times  and  shop  their  wares  for  himself?  It  was  probably  the  worst  idea  in  the  long  history  of  royals  sneaking  out  and  yet  he  could  not  be  bothered  caring.  His  vizier  was  being  insufferable,  and  Atem  grew  weary  of  the  day's  lessons.

          And  so  with  a  brown  cloak  he  had  purchased  months  back,  Atem  threw  on  the  plain  cloak,  slipping  outside  of  the  palace  with  some  help  from  Mana.  Atem's  attire  consisted  of  a  mere,  plain  shendyt  while  all  of  his  jewelry  had  been  forgone.  His  flats  were  plain,  borrowed  from  one  of  the  medjai.  All  in  all,  he  looked  like  any  other  Egyptian  save  for  a  keener  eye.  Purple  eyes  were  not  the  most  common,  but  for  the  most  part,  the  cloak  hid  him  well.

          Atem  slipped  within  the  crowds  at  the  market,  visiting  various  stands  and  inquiring  of  their  wares.  From  jewelry  to  freshly  basked  bread,  Atem  made  a  few  purchases  despite  wanting  to  spend  a  great  deal.  However,  he  knew  if  he  spent  too  much  it  might  draw  the  attention  of  others  and  thus  the  last  of  his  hour  was  spent  merely  looking  around,  grateful  for  the  reprieve  from  the  day's  lessons.

          He  was  on  his  way  back  towards  the  palace  when  he  was  grabbed  from  behind.  Knife  to  throat,  Atem  stilled  as  the  larger  frame  guided  him  into  the  shadows.  He  could  feel  warm  breath  on  his  neck  before  the  cloak's  hood  was  cast  off  of  him.  Hands  were  in  his  hair,  while  a  particularly  eager  nose  sniffed  him  all  over.

          ❝I  knew  it!!  You're  him,  but  that's  unfortunate  for  you.  There's  a  THIEF  KING  offering  gold  for  your  head  and  if  you  don't  wanna  lose  it  now,  then  I  suggest  you  cooperate  your  highness.❞

          Cooperate.  As  if  the  monarch  had  much  choice  in  the  matter.  His  hands  were  grabbed  with  a  rope  securing  them  in  place.  Feet   were  kicked  from  under  him  and  he  fell  back,  with  the  guy's  hands  quickly  tying  his  ankles.  He  absolutely  refused  to  show  how  frightened  he  was  but  on  the  inside,  he  was  terrified.  That  and  he  was  kicking  himself  for  not  allowing  Mana  to  shadow  him.

          ❝I’ll  be  fine,  Mana.  I  do  this  all  the  time.❞

          All  the  time  and  yet  one  too  many  it  would  seem.  He  was  eventually  grabbed  and  placed  upon  a  rug.  With  a  cloth  shoved  into  his  mouth,  he  was  silenced  as  Bakura's  little  friend  pushed  him  down,  rolling  him  with  ease  into  the  rug.  No  one  would  suspect  a  thing  given  there  were  plenty  of  merchants  in  the  city  selling  rugs.  There  were  voices  now  ---  several  as  they  surrounded  him.  He  felt  the  rug  being  lifted  with  several  hands  carting  him  away,  seemingly  away  from  the  marketplace.  He  could  tell  by  the  way  the  noise  began  to  quickly  die  down  despite  his  kidnappers  choice  of  handling  this  on  foot.

          Atem  didn't  know  how  long  they  had  been  carrying  him.  He  lost  track  of  time  in  between  fighting  off  tears  of  frustration  and  hating  himself  for  this  irresponsible  outing.  He  couldn't  think  of  more  dishonorable  way  to  part  from  this  world,  and  what  was  worse  was  that  there  were  many  things  he  had     yet  to  experience  as  a  man.     Now  he'd  never  get  the  chance  to.

          ❝HEY! What  the---?❞

          He  was  dropped  to  the  ground  suddenly  which  did  little  to  settle  his  nerves.  He  could  feel  the  rocks  below  but  the  rug  cushioned  his  frame  for  the  most  part.  Even  so,  there  was  nothing  pleasant  about  what  he  was  hearing.  There  was  screaming,  running,  and  the  sound  of  men  choking  on  their  own  blood.  He  could  smell  it,  and  half  wondered  if  he  was  next.  With  eyes  clinched  shut,  his  body  rolled  as  whoever  it  was,  sought  to  unravel  him.  By  now,  he  really  was  in  tears  until  he  was  scooped  up  quite  suddenly  and  cradled  against  another.

          ❝My  lord!!❞

          The  king's  eyes  widened,  but  just  as  quickly  he  clenched  them  shut.  He  was  so  ashamed,  and  even  more  so  in  the  presence  of  his  cousin.  The  cloth  was  snatched  out  of  his  mouth,  with  Atem  taking  a  deep  breath,  gasping  for  air.  It  wasn't  that  he  could  not  breathe.  It  was  more  so  the  anxiety  hitting  him  hard,  triggering  a  mild  panic  attack  that  Seto  was  quick  to  snuff  out.

          ❝My  lord,  my  lord... calm  down.  You  are  safe  with  me.  Breathe.  Please,  breathe.❞  Seto's  hand  found  its  way  beneath  the  cloak,  placing  a  hand  upon  Atem's  chest.  ❝I  am  here,  and  you  are  safe.  I  will  always  keep  you  safe.❞

          Soothing  words  and  hands  peppering  the  king  with  gentle,  much  needed  touches  in  all  the  right  places  were  enough  to  bring  him  back  down.  He  stared  at  his  cousin  for  quite  sometime,  noting  the  expression  upon  his  features.  It  was  difficult  to  surmise  what  Seto  was  thinking,  but  eventually  the  king  lay  his  head  upon  his  chest,  speaking  quietly.

          ❝Lo  siento,  my  priest.  Let  us  go  home  now.❞