[It's no secret Bakura's inclined to wander the marshes more freely than Atem has ever been able to. Men don't always find her charming, since she never seems afraid to get into trouble. She would be a very bad wife!
But...it's probably the wine hitting, Atem thinks, that's why she watches that happen and the skin of her face feels hot. It's a wine flush, alcohol does that, and wine's much more potent than beer. That's why she feels confined by her own skin, why no-one-traps-me fills her with hot envy, and a desire to compete.
Like Isis loves Nepthys indeed. Get it together, Ankhsunatem, you're not a girl on the edge of maturity at your first Hathor festival, you're the most powerful priestess in the two lands. And she's just been shit-talked, if obliquely, and she'll show Bakura who's trapped--!]
Is that so?
Very well, then. Let's dance!
[It's been a while, but Atem launches into an old Hathor-worship dance, going to circle Bakura, modifying steps and gestures as she needs to if she's forgotten them or if she needs to make or close distance. She doesn't go for a foot stomp yet!]
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But...it's probably the wine hitting, Atem thinks, that's why she watches that happen and the skin of her face feels hot. It's a wine flush, alcohol does that, and wine's much more potent than beer. That's why she feels confined by her own skin, why no-one-traps-me fills her with hot envy, and a desire to compete.
Like Isis loves Nepthys indeed. Get it together, Ankhsunatem, you're not a girl on the edge of maturity at your first Hathor festival, you're the most powerful priestess in the two lands. And she's just been shit-talked, if obliquely, and she'll show Bakura who's trapped--!]
Is that so?
Very well, then. Let's dance!
[It's been a while, but Atem launches into an old Hathor-worship dance, going to circle Bakura, modifying steps and gestures as she needs to if she's forgotten them or if she needs to make or close distance. She doesn't go for a foot stomp yet!]