Her brows furrow, under the touch, as Atem thinks, denies, rejects.
No...no, she's not trapped, she understands through the wine in her brain. She's not trapped the way a pillar holding up the roof of a great temple is not trapped. It has its place, its very important role, and it must not move not because it's imprisoned, but because it is proud to be where it is, performing an important function, maintaining stability and preventing death and disaster.
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Since when has a pillar been what Ankhsunatem wanted to be?
Oh, she hates that.]
It's not a trap.
[She murmurs it, her voice making her neck buzz under Bakura's hand, and the touch of that hand making her feel like she's swallowed a snake, that it's coiling down below her navel, restless. Her breathing is even, her voice low, but her heartbeat, picking up like a horse nudged from a walk to a trot, gives her away.]
It's duty. Necessity, to maintain harmony between the people and the gods.
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Her brows furrow, under the touch, as Atem thinks, denies, rejects.
No...no, she's not trapped, she understands through the wine in her brain. She's not trapped the way a pillar holding up the roof of a great temple is not trapped. It has its place, its very important role, and it must not move not because it's imprisoned, but because it is proud to be where it is, performing an important function, maintaining stability and preventing death and disaster.
...
...
Since when has a pillar been what Ankhsunatem wanted to be?
Oh, she hates that.]
It's not a trap.
[She murmurs it, her voice making her neck buzz under Bakura's hand, and the touch of that hand making her feel like she's swallowed a snake, that it's coiling down below her navel, restless. Her breathing is even, her voice low, but her heartbeat, picking up like a horse nudged from a walk to a trot, gives her away.]
It's duty. Necessity, to maintain harmony between the people and the gods.