[ Oh, we're running. Bakura sees how it is. Back to a world of safety, of no scrutiny; back to the coddled cradle. And yet...There's a pause. A delay. Second thoughts, Highness? Realizing the view's sharper, out here?
She takes advantage of Atem's dawdling to catch up, thrusting the basket of bread at the other woman. ] Eat up. Can't drink on an empty stomach.
[ Unless you are, apparently, named "Bakura", because she takes another swig of wine. Homecomings, to a place that was never home....
....Atem got pretty, while Bakura was away. She almost wants to say "Atem grew up", but, it is against the righteous order of things to lie. "Up" is not a direction in which Akhnamkhanon's daughter has ever grown. Just...within. There's a weight to that gaze now.
Bakura wants to feel it pressing down on her, and then, to crush it right back. ]
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She takes advantage of Atem's dawdling to catch up, thrusting the basket of bread at the other woman. ] Eat up. Can't drink on an empty stomach.
[ Unless you are, apparently, named "Bakura", because she takes another swig of wine. Homecomings, to a place that was never home....
....Atem got pretty, while Bakura was away. She almost wants to say "Atem grew up", but, it is against the righteous order of things to lie. "Up" is not a direction in which Akhnamkhanon's daughter has ever grown. Just...within. There's a weight to that gaze now.
Bakura wants to feel it pressing down on her, and then, to crush it right back. ]