Edmondia: (have rather unpleasant mental image)
Edmondia: (well, Seth = big fat sobbing idiot right now, ne?)
Edmondia: (so he manages to go home and curl up into a ball somewhere.)
Edmondia: (have this image of Seto wrapped up in his ratty blue eyes comforter, peering into his yami's soul room with an anxious look in his eyes)
Edmondia: (and inside, Seth curled up in a ball on the floor, a blanket wrapped around him and a ragged plushie in his arms, crying his eyes out)
EnsTren: (So Seto goes over to him?)
Edmondia: (actually, I think he's in front of an altar of some sort)
EnsTren: (I can see Seto going over to Seth and hugging him and asking him what's wrong)
EnsTren: (Random: I don't think Seto's cot and ratty bedding is a symbol of what he finds most comforting, I think it's a symbol of how faded and rickety his sense of comfort in himself is)
Edmondia: (but it is his comfort)
EnsTren: (your bed seems like the safest place in the world, ya know?)
EnsTren: (a place where you fuck your yami and everything)
EnsTren: (that bed was from the orphanage I think, but the bedding is what he always wanted but could never have)
EnsTren: (but the bed is ricketier, and the bedding is ratty)
EnsTren: (because the comfort is so far away and foreign and useless)
EnsTren: (It's not comfort. It should represent the safest place he is and his comfort etc. but instead it just shows how little he has. It's NOT comforting to him, not as much as it should be)
EnsTren: (Seto: *goes over to his yami and kneels down next to him, selflessly opening up his protective barrier of his comforter and wrapping Seth in it as well*)
Edmondia: (Seth shoved him away.)
EnsTren: (Seto blinked and stared at him with impossibly wide eyes and then stubbornly went back to him.)
Edmondia: (Again, he was shoved away.)
EnsTren: (His hikari was persistant and came back again and tried to hold on.)
Edmondia: (This time, the shove sent him sprawling. Go away, his yami hissed, hunching into himself.)
EnsTren: (You never leave me alone when I needed you. Seto picked himself up and crawled back over to him, but heeding some of his wishes did not touch.)
Edmondia: (What part of 'go away' don't you understand, little light? he spat, arms tightening possessively around the plush toy in his arms.)
EnsTren: (I have temporarily edited it out of my dictionary. Please tell me what's wrong? He reached out and put his fingers lightly on Seth's elbow.)
Edmondia: (Seth yanked himself away from the touch. Get the hell out of my room.)
EnsTren: (Seto considered this for a bit and then moved backwards on his knees and knelt right outside the door--bracing it open of course. Now tell me?)
Edmondia: (Seth turned around, snarling, and threw the plushie at his head. Go the fuck away!)
EnsTren: (Sorry, no. I don't know what that means either. He caught the plushie and looked at it hoping for a clue.)
Edmondia: (The door slammed in his face.)
EnsTren: (Seto sighed and held the plushie, leaning up against the door. Yamimine? Let me make you feel better, please? What's wrong? He swallowed suddenly, something clenching in his gut. Is... Did I do something to upset you?)
Edmondia: (...gods, just go away Seto...)
EnsTren: (Seto curled in on himself a little, feeling a bit... He didn't have a word for it, but he recalled it faintly from his childhood when his parents would scold him--not that they often had a reason. But like something crumbled in your chest and you almost hated yourself.)
EnsTren: (Tell me? Please Yami you always make me feel better...)
Edmondia: (Dead silence was the only answer.)
EnsTren: (Seto was persistant, even if he didn't care about his yami as much as he did he'd still be persistant to repay Seth for all the times he did the same. But he had to repay him, and he loved him, and thus not even Mokuba could move him from this place.)
EnsTren: (Yamimine? Please tell me why you're upset. It's... so wrong to see something, someone like you, so wonderful and proud and strong, stooped and hurting like this. I love you and I can't bear to think of you like this, I want to make you feel better.)
Edmondia: (Nothing. Not so much as a single breath stirred beyond the locked door.)
EnsTren: (You're so beautiful and right and Solid. Nothing like me. I'm hurt and worn and an old man in this body and so weak on the inside. None of my strength is my own, only Mokuba, and now you. And to see you crying, to know you are crying and wrapped up in a blanket that is in the same condition as my own, I worry.)
EnsTren: (I feel my strength break inside and I feel my heart well up with worry and love and need to make it all better.)
Edmondia: (When he pressed his ear to the door, all he heard was muffled sobbing.)
EnsTren: (You'd rip the stars out of the sky to see me smile, I remember you telling me that. I'd end the world to see you smile again. But I don't think it would make you feel better. Tell me what's wrong so I can right it.)
EnsTren: (Let me in so I can kiss your tears away and hug you to make all the bad things stop troubling your soul.)
Edmondia: ("...he's not going to listen to you, you know." The voice was soft and very young, coming from over his shoulder, and he swung around to face the intruder.)
Edmondia: (Large ruby eyes blinked inquisitively up at him. "Are you Seth's blue eyes?")
EnsTren: (Chibi pharaoh?! Oi. Yes, I suppose I am. My name is Seto.)
Edmondia: (The little boy frowned at him. "...why're you outside?")
EnsTren: ("Because he is sad and won't let me make him feel better, he locked me out you see.")
Edmondia: (Atemu shook his head. "He shouldn't do that to you," he declared, "Why is he treating you so badly? Should I tell him to be nicer to you?")
EnsTren: ("I'm afraid I made him sad, but I don't know how I did it if I did." He gave into the overwhelming urge and scooped up the minipharaoh, who reminded him of Mokuba on some deep, profound level. "And he's very good to me, the best.")
Edmondia: (The boy sat very quietly in his arms, a tiny frown on his face. "...has he been having nightmares again?")
EnsTren: ("I don't think so. He's been happy until recently. He woke up happy today and then he got sad.")
Edmondia: (The boy twisted to look up into his eyes. "...he usually only gets like this when he has nightmares... did someone try to hurt him?")
EnsTren: ("No one. He protects me and I protect him and we make each other happy. But how do people try to hurt him?")
Edmondia: ("...the guards, sometimes... and the healers and... papa doesn't mean to scare him, really! Nobody except... except some of them are mean... and... but Mahaado said he was going to make it better, he promised! He promised me!")
EnsTren: ("Shhh..." He pet him gently and tousled his hair, "He was very happy, I promise I'll make him happy again, but I need to know what's making him unhappy. So tell me about why they scare him and how.")
Edmondia: (He relaxed a little, long lashes drooping in thought. "Sometimes... they have to touch him, or try and pick him up... he really really doesn't like being around papa... 'cause he so much bigger and stronger than anyone else...")
EnsTren: ("Mnn... Good thing you and me are shorter than him then, huh?")
Edmondia: ("Mmmhmm... oh! Was there anybody who died in childbirth around you recently?")
EnsTren: (He tilted his head at this, "No, no one we know is even with child yet. When did he start getting upset over these things?")
Edmondia: (The tiny jaw set, and his eyes flashed with fury. "After they stole him," he hissed.)
EnsTren: (He hugged him tightly, "I promise not to let anyone take him away from me.")
Edmondia: (Atemu blinked once, and gently tugged at the cloth toy that was still tucked under his arm. "...why did he give you this?")
EnsTren: ("He threw it at my head.")
Edmondia: (Atemu suddenly looked very, very upset.)
EnsTren: ("What's wrong?" he asked as he peered at the toy.)
Edmondia: (Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't really a plushie. It looked to be made out of expensive linen, a person-shaped lump dressed up in a loose blue robe. But how had he missed the doll's bright blue eyes before?)
EnsTren: (He hadn't been looking.)
Edmondia: (Atemu bit his lip. "It... it was a present... I made it for him after... after we came home, so he could hold onto it when... when I wasn't there..." Slowly, tears were filling his eyes.)
EnsTren: ("Shh... I'll make him better, I promise, because he's making me better too.")
Edmondia: ("B-but... he - he doesn't want it any more...")
EnsTren: ("Nonono... He was just so sad and upset he threw the closest thing he had at me to make me go away.")
Edmondia: (Atemu sniffled. "Why is he so mad at me?")
EnsTren: ("Noooo... He's mad at me and everyone. Like when you don't have a nap.")
Edmondia: ("...but he hit me...")
EnsTren: ("Tell me what happened, touchan," He blinked at the endearment he used on the petite pharaoh but held him close anyways. Otouto, touchan, Yami, Yugi, and a dog. Maybe he should get a white picket fence to go with his 2.5 (was this one or Yugi the .5 though?) children?)
Edmondia: ("...I - he... the... he was talking to the big me, and... and they started arguing and... and then started fighting and he hit me! And he left and he was crying...")
EnsTren: (He pressed a very brief kiss to his temple and rocked him, "I'll make it okay. Do you remember what was said? That might give me a hint.")
Edmondia: (Atemu frowned and fiddled with his cloak. "...cousin was... upset 'cause... he thought he hurt you...? And... the big me was telling him that he didn't, but he didn't believe us... and..." his eyes went wide with alarm, and he clutched at his shirt. "And he said that he was no better than those bandits I killed for him! Why did he say that?!")
EnsTren: ("Because he's upset and irrational. You should see me when I'm upset, I cry and cry and scream and hide away because it hurts so much." He had an inkling and didn't like it at all.)
EnsTren: ("I say things I don't mean and things meant to hurt until I feel better.")
Edmondia: ("...but... he... he never was angry at me before...")
EnsTren: ("He's not angry at you, it's just that you were the closest thing for him to lash out at. Like hitting a wall when you're upset, but more so.")
Edmondia: (He was holding the plushie very tightly and swallowing down tears. "...but why did he say that?")
EnsTren: ("Because he wanted you to hurt," he prayed, "I once told him I hated him to hurt him. Because it would hurt him.")
Edmondia: (He hiccuped, a few stray tears escaping. "...b-but... he - he said... he said he'd never hurt me...")
EnsTren: ("Have you ever seen sick people flailing around and hurt the healers?")
Edmondia: (The boy sniffled and scrubbed at his eyes with a tiny fist. "Y-yes...")
EnsTren: ("It's like that. He's hurt in his soul and so he lashes out at even the ones he loves.")
Edmondia: ("Even you?")
EnsTren: ("He kicked me out, didn't he?")
Edmondia: (Atemu scowled. "He should treat you better than that.")
EnsTren: ("He treats me better than I treat myself. He... maybe he thinks he's protecting me?")
Edmondia: ("...that could be it... if he thinks he's that bad...")
EnsTren: ("I'll tell him that he's not bad at all.")
Edmondia: ("You'll have to tell him that a lot.")
EnsTren: ("I will. And then we'll hug him and make him feel better.")
Edmondia: ("Oh. Okay.")
EnsTren: ("Why don't you go home now, I don't think he wants to be embarrassed.")
Edmondia: (The little boy jumped lightly out of his arms, one hand raised in farewell. "'Kay. Bye!")
EnsTren: (He held the doll in his arms and smiled at him, "Bye." He waved, trying to keep his face from cracking.)
Edmondia: (And he was gone as if he had never been.)
EnsTren: (He turned and pressed himself up against the door. Yami? Yami you should listen to me right now! You didn't rape me and you aren't horrible! It was completely willing, I enjoyed it, and you healed me afterwards.)
Edmondia: (Silence.)
EnsTren: (You better be listening because I suck at this sort of thing. I love you and what we have is wonderful. It's dark too, because you're dark and I'm tainted by my own darkness. If anything... if anything I raped you.)
Edmondia: (This time, he got a response. Don't ever say that again.)
EnsTren: (He repressed his elation at actually getting a response. Why not? The first time might have been a mistake but I clung to your shadows when I woke up and dragged you into it to do it again.)
Edmondia: (...you're lying.)
EnsTren: (I'm not. I liked what we did. There, I admitted it. No shadows on me but my own and I liked it. You outside of the shadows now do not. I liked it because it hurt, because there's all this pain and darkness around my heart that's not like yours but it's like that, I was able to enjoy it more. Drugged on darkness with your darkness sneaking past my hurt.)
Edmondia: (...I still shouldn't have touched you.)
EnsTren: (I made you! I touched you first!)
Edmondia: (You were confused. I took advantage of that.)
EnsTren: (I want to do it again, damnit! If... only it didn't make you feel so bad...)
Edmondia: (I hurt you, how can you want that?!)
EnsTren: (Because I'm so hurt and fucked up inside, that's why. Your shadows are nice, dark and velvet like the night and cool like a river. The darkness in me is sharp and hurting and burning and bad. When I made your darkness like that it could be in me without hurting.)
Edmondia: (You shouldn't want that!)
EnsTren: (Since when am I perfectly healthy in soul and mind, yami?)
Edmondia: (I shouldn't have touched you!)
EnsTren: (I shouldn't have touched you! I wouldn't have if I had known it would make you so sad...)
Edmondia: (Damn it, this is not your fault!)
EnsTren: (It is! I raped you!)
Edmondia: (You did not! Damn you, I liked it!)
EnsTren: (SO DID I!)
Edmondia: (No one willingly loses that much blood!)
EnsTren: (I do! When wrapped up in your shadows and both of us dark and high and turning sharp and bloody I do!)
EnsTren: (His eyes were burning, I'm sorry if how badly I'm fucked up makes you unhappy and makes you think I'm insane but I can't help it!)
Edmondia: (That's not it! You... you didn't do anything wrong!)
EnsTren: (I dragged you into it! I touched you and licked you and bit and scratched and dragged you into the dark and made you!)
Edmondia: (Well I didn't fight you very much!)
EnsTren: (Because we both wanted it, and both enjoyed it!)
Edmondia: (You were crying!)
EnsTren: (Seto gave the door a look. ...Yami, how often do I not cry?)
Edmondia: (...I made you cry. You were screaming. You... they...)
EnsTren: (YOU are NOT THEM!)
Edmondia: (...but I... I hurt you...)
EnsTren: ("And you healed me.")
Edmondia: (...but I hurt you!)
EnsTren: (And you made it feel good.)
Edmondia: (Sometimes it just- and he cut himself off.)
EnsTren: (Yami? What were you going to say? Please...)
Edmondia: (Sometimes it just happens that way, he snarled, and then was silent.)
EnsTren: (Twice in a row?)
Edmondia: (...you don't know what you're talking about.)
EnsTren: (Twice in a row, me screaming and bleeding and moaning and coming and loving it? Biting and clawing and needing it? I don't know, you're right. But I do know I enjoyed it.)
Edmondia: (...how? How could you stand that?!)
EnsTren: (The Shadows. The Shadows around me and finally being able to touch my light.)
Edmondia: (...it is not right that I should harm you.)
EnsTren: (You healed me afterwards.)
Edmondia: (That does not forgive the sin!)
EnsTren: (There was no sin.)
Edmondia: (Ah yes, because spilling the blood of my bonded is certainly a way to endear myself to the gods. How foolish of me to think otherwise!)
EnsTren: (I forgive you. And it would only be a sin if there was no other way.)
Edmondia: (No other way?)
EnsTren: (Your touch, your soul gave me pleasure.)
Edmondia: (...you should not have allowed it.)
EnsTren: (I wanted it.)
Edmondia: (...I hurt you.)
EnsTren: (I wanted it.)
Edmondia: (...damn it...)
EnsTren: (I love you.)
Edmondia: (...how can you love me after this?)
EnsTren: (I love you.)
Edmondia: (WHY?!)
EnsTren: (How can I not?)
EnsTren: (You love me. You give me everything. You care so much...)
Edmondia: (I hurt you.)
EnsTren: (I liked it.)
Edmondia: (I hurt you.)
EnsTren: (I loved it.)
Edmondia: (I hurt you.)
EnsTren: (If you were willing I'd want you to do it again.)
Edmondia: (Do you want me to hurt you again?!)
EnsTren: (Hurt me like that? Yes.)
Edmondia: (Why?!)
EnsTren: (Because I liked it.)
Edmondia: (...I hurt you.)
EnsTren: (I hurt you too. Weren't you crying just now?)
Edmondia: (...not your fault, pretty light.)
EnsTren: (Yes it was. Because I was greedy.)
Edmondia: (You... why would you say that?)
EnsTren: (Because I wanted it and made you, dragged you, without asking.)
Edmondia: (You didn't force me into anything.)
EnsTren: (So let me in?)
EnsTren: (Please?)
Edmondia: (...all right. And the door slowly swung open.)
EnsTren: (He crawled in, scruffy comforter around his shoulders. And he stopped just inside the door and hunched down, staring at the floor.)
Edmondia: (His yami sat, knees pulled to his chin, eyes on his altar. You can come in...)
EnsTren: (He shifted around into the room and pulled his comforter around him so he resembled a blue lump with little Blue Eyes White Dragons all over it and a Seto head. He didn't come closer, and didn't look up.)
Edmondia: (Seth sighed heavily. Pretty light... I'm not angry with you.)
EnsTren: (...Can I come over then? Will you let me?)
Edmondia: (...all right.)
EnsTren: (And so the oddly patterned lump came over and settled next to him.)
Edmondia: (His yami was very quiet.)
EnsTren: (He looked at the alter that captivated his yami's attention.)
Edmondia: (A small shrine took up most of the space, solid gold, precious stones shimmering in the low light. Inside was a small statue, clad in dyed linen garmets, with a painted face and bright eyes. He could only guess that this was Seth's patron god... a few baskets of food laid around it, and incense burned on either side of the gold shrine. But... a few things looked a bit out of place. The polaroid, for instance, threw the whole image off.)
EnsTren: (It was... quite random in an ancient shrine and he lifted his head up to get a better look at it.)
Edmondia: (He blushed violently when he saw it.)
EnsTren: He buried his face in his Yami's chest instinctively.
Edmondia: (...well, at least the sheet was drawn up far enough that it wasn't showing... all of him to the world.)
EnsTren: (At least it wasn't him all tied up in that the picture.)
Edmondia: (He peeked out again, glancing over the other objects that had caught his eye. A small statue of a Blue Eyes... a few strands of silky black hair... a pair of heavy gold earrings (hadn't the child been wearing them?) and... a small golden dish... but... was that blood?)
EnsTren: (He sniffed but the incense covered the scent.)
EnsTren: (He looked up at his Yami and wrapped his arms around him.)
Edmondia: (Seth started a little, stiffening under his grip. What are you doing...?)
EnsTren: (He gave him a light quick kiss on the cheek. Am I doing something wrong?)
Edmondia: (...why are you touching me?)
EnsTren: (I love you, and I thought you needed it.)
Edmondia: (...oh. But he didn't snuggle back, didn't even reach out to touch him.)
EnsTren: (Am I disgusting?)
Edmondia: (Seth finally looked at him, startlement in his eyes. What? Why would you think that?)
EnsTren: (You're not touching me back.)
Edmondia: (...I don't want to hurt you again, he mumbled, and looked away, eyes dark.)
EnsTren: (Please? I feel... I feel like you hate me when I hug you and you don't even touch my hair.)
Edmondia: (I could never hate you, pretty light. But... I... you shouldn't touch me.)
EnsTren: (I like to.)
Edmondia: (You shouldn't... I'll... I'll get you dirty...)
EnsTren: (Then let's go play in the mud.)
Edmondia: (Seth shook his head. That's not what I mean and you know it! You... you shouldn't want me!)
EnsTren: (I do.)
Edmondia: (But you shouldn't! I'm... I'm filthy!)
EnsTren: (So am I.)
Edmondia: (Nonononono! Lovely light, perfect light, sweetsweetwonderful beautiful PERFECT light...)
EnsTren: (I liked what you did to me.)
Edmondia: (...?)
EnsTren: (I liked it.)
Edmondia: (...innocent light.)
EnsTren: (I loved it.)
EnsTren: (I know I shouldn't, and I know... it's because I'm all twisted up that I liked it. But I am twisted.)
Edmondia: (Slowly, carefully, almost as though he were uncertain that it was allowed, Seth reached out and touched his cheek. Perfect light... he breathed, Perfect...)
EnsTren: (Fire and Ice in needles made of Agony raced though him, sparking all the wrong things and the good things. He leaned into it.)
Edmondia: (I'm hurting you again, he whispered. Don't you see?)
EnsTren: (I can stand it. And it's good too.)
Edmondia: (How? he whispered miserably, How can you stand to let me touch you?)
EnsTren: (Because I want to.)
Edmondia: (But I hurt you...)
EnsTren: (Even if I could not bear it I would, to see you smile. I... this is unpleasent, the other hurt was not.)
Edmondia: (Why? his eyes were pained.)
EnsTren: (Because I'm twisted up inside.)
Edmondia: (A gentle touch hurts but a harsh touch brings pleasure? he questioned, his mouth a bitter twist.)
EnsTren: (Both bring pleasure, sweetbeautifulsolidyami. But the harsh is the same that causes me pain from the gentle touch, so it can blend in like a spy and touch and make it feel good in my soul.)
Edmondia: (You confuse me, pretty light.)
EnsTren: (I confuse me too.)
Edmondia: (...I want to kiss you, he admitted slowly, one hand falling to encircle his waist, But I do not think I have earned the privlege.)
EnsTren: (So Seto kissed him.)
Edmondia: (His yami melted against him, slid his arms and legs around him and held him close, purring softly against his mouth. Whatever did I do to deserve this...?)
EnsTren: (You love me.)
Edmondia: (I do.)
EnsTren: (You care for me.)
Edmondia: (His brow furrowed. I do my best...)
EnsTren: (I love you. Forever. I love your touch, even if it hurts. But what we did didn't hurt, it harmed but didn't hurt.)
Edmondia: (...we make no sense, sweet light.)
EnsTren: (It's funny.)
Edmondia: (What is?)
EnsTren: (Me with all my logic, and in this illogical mess.)
Edmondia: (His yami pulled back a little, staring into his eyes. I love you.)
EnsTren: (Seto kissed him again.)
Edmondia: (Pretty light, he sighed, Precious savior... how on earth did you know...?)
EnsTren: (There was a petite Princeling Pharaoh outside. He was upset that you threw this away. He pushed the doll into Seth's hands.)
Edmondia: (Seth blinked down at the doll, and slowly, tears filled his eyes. It... it was a present... he whispered softly, clutching the doll to his chest protectively. My blue eyes... it was a present.)
EnsTren: (He was sad that you threw it away and hurt big him, he said you hit Atemu and you promised not to hurt him... I told him it was like you were sick. Like sick people hitting the healers without meaning to.)
Edmondia: (Seth blinked rapidly, but a few tears still fell. I... I did... I did hit him...)
EnsTren: (He understands, he forgives you. But you should apologize.)
Edmondia: (...but I broke my promise.)
EnsTren: (He understands.)
Edmondia: (He stared up at Seto, his eyes imploring and desperate. Don't you understand? I broke my promise! My vow! My promise was to my cousin but my vow was to my pharaoh!)
EnsTren: (He kissed him again. He understands, he forgives.)
Edmondia: (He could taste his tears on his tongue. I broke my vow. I... I broke my vow, he repeated numbly, horrified.)
EnsTren: (He kissed him again. Inadvertantly.)
Edmondia: (No, you don't understand, I... I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to! he was almost wailing at the last, clutching him tight and squeezing the toy between them.)
EnsTren: (You were distraught.)
Edmondia: (He gave a little sobbing laugh. I've never wanted to hurt him before. I don't like it.)
EnsTren: (It wasn't real. A product of pain.)
Edmondia: (I still hit him.)
EnsTren: (Shh...)
Edmondia: (I'm not supposed to hit him, or you... I'm supposed to take care of you...)
EnsTren: (He kissed him. Shh...)
Edmondia: (...how can you forgive me?)
EnsTren: (Because I love you, because you didn't mean or want to hurt me or harm me.)
Edmondia: (But I did...)
EnsTren: (Shhh... It's all right.)
Edmondia: (He buried his face in his neck and wept, very quietly, as though he didn't want to allow himself to cry.)
EnsTren: (Seto held him and rubbed his back, whispering words of comfort.)
Edmondia: (Seth cried for a very long time, wrapped up in his hikari's arms.)
EnsTren: (Kissed and comforted and whispered to.)
Edmondia: (Safe.)
EnsTren: (Cherished.)
Edmondia: (Still loved, despite his sin.)
EnsTren: (Forever.)
Edmondia: (And he would be forgiven.)

Edmondia: ((...okies, Seth's being all wacky with the apologizing)
Edmondia: ((like grabbing the back of Atemu's legs and hanging on. o.o))
EnsTren: (kawaii)
Edmondia: (but a bit random)
Edmondia: (Seth, don't apologize at school!)
EnsTren: (*baps him*)
Edmondia: ("But that way he can't get away!")
Edmondia: (Seth, get off the floor!)
EnsTren: (why is he there?)
Edmondia: (apparently Atemu hasn't forgiven him yet)
EnsTren: (*takes Atemu aside*)
Edmondia: (I think he forgot he was there ^_^;; )
EnsTren: (Atemu, Seth is sorry, see him?)
Edmondia: (Atemu: *pats him* You can get up now.)
EnsTren: (do you accept his apology and forgive him?)
Edmondia: (Atemu: *blinksu* Of course.)
EnsTren: (*Atemu gets glomped by a super happy Seth*)
Edmondia: (of course, that might not work out so easily in the... uh, 'real life' of our... thingy)
EnsTren: (yeah)
Edmondia: (I'm picturing something a lot more quiet and... solemn)
EnsTren: (yeah, but heartfelt as well, Atemu... dismissing it, not like it was nothing, but like... it never happened? I dunno)
EnsTren: (*pets the ancient Egyptian plushie*)
EnsTren: (at least it doesn't have claws)
Edmondia: (it's a Seto plushie)
EnsTren: (I figured that out)
Edmondia: (I figured - did Seto?)
EnsTren: (yes)
EnsTren: (he's kinda mildly disturbed)
EnsTren: (a plushie him. like the fan girls have)
Edmondia: (but it's different looking)
Edmondia: (...must be a bit odd, to have a toy of yourself from 3K years before you were born)
Edmondia: (can't you just see him lying there holding it while the healers fuss around him?)
EnsTren: (*snarks and puts a silver disk on the pluhie's arm*)
Edmondia: (*giggle* now I can see Seth bashing people upside the head with the plushie)
Edmondia: (dragging it everywhere)
Edmondia: (eventually, he grows out of it, and keeps it tucked in his bed)
Edmondia: (gets a bit raggedy)
EnsTren: (but nice ragged, well worn, well loved)
EnsTren: (how would the BEWD plush react to the Seto plush?)
Edmondia: (I think it would eat it/hug it)
Edmondia: (demented plushie)
EnsTren: (question, Seto and Seth won't be doing the rough sex thing or not?)
Edmondia: (they might)
EnsTren: (Not often, or at least not unlubed)
Edmondia: (it's definitely one of those mood things)