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Thief King Bakura (AU) ([personal profile] shegypt) wrote in [community profile] digipara2021-06-30 03:01 pm

killing is overwhelming; dying might just be your thing (rule 63 bakuratem)



[ New moons are Bakura's favorites.

How could they not be? Less light, less sense of being watched over by something ineffable and yet uncaring. And so reliably they appear, cycling through the sky, faithfully permitting the people to mark their calendars by them - as if something regular is, by its mere ordinariness, made more worthy of enshrining.

Bakura sees things differently. The moon always returns, yes. But, like an egg swallowed by a snake, it always disappears, too.

She reappears in the capital, in the palace, on a very special new moon indeed. With all she's learned on her...pilgrimage...it's easy to infiltrate, now, for not even the guards notice the Beautiful Festival of the Valley has obtained a guest who, if not uninvited, was unexpected. After all, what is there to see? One more supplicant, hood up, flowers held in one jeweled hand. If she slouches over she might even trick people into seeing someone other than herself, someone who isn't out of place in a shendyt. She's not built to Egyptian beauty standards, and besides, she likes her new red coat.

Nothing's changed here. She hadn't expected it to. People are still getting drunk off their asses in the name of holiness; people with more power are still trying to figure out how to snatch it from people with less. The boy people once had tried to get Bakura to befriend - let the foundlings stick together! - until he proved to be such a pompous ass she tried to drown him in the lily pond is, true to the stick that's been up his butt since birth, lecturing some peon or other on propriety. Being scolded by the old man who's taken him under his wing.

Bakura is going to kill that old man last.

No, her target is elsewhere, will be somewhere there's no clamor, because she's all about duty now, isn't she, duty and honor and family and nobility, and it's a good thing Bakura hasn't eaten yet because she just might retch (psyche, she thinks it's funny, but in a fashion that makes her want to break shit, which is how most of Bakura's humor goes nowadays). So with that in mind -

Ah. There. Cornered by the administrators who review the year's taxes, doing business even on a holy day, how terrible, surely someone must rescue this captive Princess. Bakura tosses the flowers she's holding onto someone's memorial - she doesn't even know who; these aren't for them, anyway - and slips around from the back.

She's tall for a woman. And the Princess is short. ]


Barley tithes and goatskins! Now this is a party.

[ Her grin is feral, crooked on one side. Nearly slashed through by a scar she hadn't been sporting when she'd snuck out of this very palace, an eternity and yet no time at all ago.

When she sees the administrator's face spasm like he's trying not to notice curdled cheese, it's like she never left! ]
sitra: (you'll be coming back)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-07-27 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[...why not? She is, supposedly, publicly drunk, and what's this going to do? Show the court that Bakura has influence with the royal family? As if that's a secret.

Atem has been working very hard to fulfill the expectations on her and she's still not always taken seriously. So...why not cut a little loose? It's not like those dead statues she's responsible for are the real gods anyway. It has been so long since she's gotten to play...
]

Are you sure? It's been a long time. I might step on your feet.
knifemonopoly: ([event] just a)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-30 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Are you that good? Have you become such a skilled dancer while you were away that not even an out-of-practice priestess could step on your feet?

[Just confirming that that's what they're doing.]
knifemonopoly: ([event] and truth be told i never was yo)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-08-02 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[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!]
sitra: (she'll rip your shirt)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-08-31 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It is hard not to get an eyeful! But Atem's determined to win, and not be distracted by the way Bakura's built, by the stretch of muscle under scarred skin that promises it's been earned, that she's been out there in the world, seeing it...

...she sees that opening. Is it deliberate, or is it a real chance to get a little foot-stomp past Bakura's guard? Either way, it'll be interesting...so, she'll take the opportunity, or the bait, whichever it is, and with a quick two-step in, try to get her foot on Bakura's. Will she win, or will she just trigger Bakura's next move?
]
knifemonopoly: ([event] it's the thing that you bring)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-09-11 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's expecting the foot one. Her weight's easy to shift; she can slide her foot out of the way, countering the counterattack, and bring her other foot around--

--but she's not looking out for an attempt to touch her. Surely not! The attempt to bring her opposite foot around is thwarted as she stumbles, pulled off-balance and off-rhythm by a hand at her back, bringing her forward! Her eyes widen.
]

Ah--!
knifemonopoly: ([event] with a pretty 16th century smile)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-09-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shit.

Atem feels like she's just swallowed a hot coal. Warmth starts in her face, then drops down low in her stomach, like a bolt of lighting from the sky to the ground. Only, instead of lightning, it doesn't disappear, it stays there, and, like a fool, her foot gets stepped on. Her shoe's dirty now, she notices distantly, followed by the thought, I've had enough wine. I've become drunk. Her pride stings, and it is much too warm in here.
]

You--

[Get it t o g e t h e r. Step 1: pull away! Get distance, to get a clear head! Ankhsunatem leans back, making a polite attempt to get out of the hold. With a burning face, and a smile she puts on that she hopes is gracious, Atem concedes, closing her eyes so her lashes brush the dark paint around them.]

The round goes to you.
knifemonopoly: ([event] and criminal tongues)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-10-02 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lossttttt, ughhhh, she lost and she's sweating and creeping hot embarrassment is crawling across her cheeks, not to mention over her skin everywhere she's been touched.

Atem folds her arms -- it is absolutely a protective wrapping-arms-around-yourself self-soothe disguised as closed-off body language, it's not as powerful as she'd like to make it look -- and shuts her eyes. She'll accept it with grace, with dignity befitting her station. After all, she's not the Pharaoh; she won't win every time.
]

I did warn you I was an out of practice dancer.

[Stop flushing. The flush is just the wine. That's it.

She needs to go lie down somewhere cool. Maybe the gardens, the ones her apartments open onto -- there's an artificial pond dug there that sounds very good right now.
]

knifemonopoly: ([event] that's gossip)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-10-02 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Atem likes to win wherever she can. It's very nearly caused some international diplomatic incidents, when an Amurrite or Hittite person of note thought they could outplay her, out-ride her, out-shoot her, and wagers were made, and she didn't hold back. Of all the medicines she's ever swallowed, her own pride is the most hateful thing, and Atem's forced to do it for the sake of others' status far more often than she likes.

She didn't even throw this one because her father told her to!!!

So, Bakura's supporting arm is rejected. Atem leans away!
]

I'm not that drunk.

[And she was going to leave without Bakura. Get some space, clear her head of the wine, lick what's not a wound so much as an unpleasant scratch, and stop feeling so jittery. But...it really is just a scratch, and Bakura's back after so long -- does Atem really want to end the reunion just yet? She's being silly. Yes, of course it's okay if Bakura comes with her.]

But, yes...let's go. It's much too warm in here.

[She's going to step through the courtiers and officials and priests and partiers, headed for the door.]
knifemonopoly: ([event] this is gospel for the fallen on)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-10-02 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Out into the courtyard. Being in the open air is already an improvement; the sun's down, and night isn't normally Atem's favorite time, but she appreciates the cool air on her face, cutting easily through the light linen she wears. She pauses, just a moment, to let the flush fade a little bit, to take in the night-sounds and look up at what stars can be seen in spite of the torches and braziers lit at intervals. There's a lot of them, since there's no moon tonight.

Whew. She's glad to be out of that party.

It would have been more proper to stick around longer, but...she wasn't having fun, anyway. No sooner had the last name on the ancestral record left her lips then she was accosted about temple business...

On the other side of this courtyard is the part of the palace that's closed off to everyone but the royal family, separated by a wall that has a high balcony and windows for public appearances, and one door with two guards to keep anyone who doesn't belong out. The Pharaoh lives here, when he stays in this palace, and so do all present wives and daughters. That's their destination, but Atem's gonna take a second here to breathe air that's not so close, that's not been full of people for hours and collect herself. She's clearly got her eye on the guarded door, though; it's apparent that they're headed for home.
]
knifemonopoly: ([event] just a)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-10-04 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
...thanks.

[She takes it, pulls a piece out, and rips a mouthful off with her teeth. This is how Atem's always chewed her bread: not even palace food can completely avoid getting grit in it, so she breaks it off in hunks and works it gently in her mouth. When she's got two hands free, she'll do it much more delicately with her fingers, but with the basket occupying one, it's just, bread ripping time.

It's probably because Bakura is here that Atem keeps thinking about the time they ran a gauntlet through the traps in an old nobleman's tomb, just to see if they could. If Atem's slowed down enough that Bakura can step on her foot, she'd probably be dead if she tried it now. The tomb door closing behind her, indeed.

Bakura's out there having adventures, staying sharp, only getting stronger, and Atem's dealing with petty squabbles over granary measurements and reciting the same prayers over and over and over to gods whose statues look dead to her, without the excuse of youth anymore to explain outbursts and challenges and bad behavior and pride. Is this it? Is this how it's going to be, until she becomes the wife of the next pharaoh? If she gets too old to be a good prospect, this very likely could be her life until she dies. Empty prayers to dead stone and audit reports.

Ugh.
]

I see it isn't stopping you!

[She pulls a loaf of bread out of the basket and presses it to Bakura's chest, near the collarbone. Take it or leave it, beloved companion.]

Here, a cut of the spoils. We're going to the gardens, to get in the water. I need to wash the air in there off of me.
knifemonopoly: ([event] this is gospel for the fallen on)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-12-02 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
I've been breathing bad air!

[She heads off in the direction of the door through the private-palace wall, her heavier cloak billowing behind her, the white linen of her dress floating around her ankles. The guards to either side of the door don't question her, even with her guest. The stone gives way to a courtyard, filled with trees and plants, blending in with the plants and animals painted in vibrant color on the stone walls. In the very middle is a pond, and it's this that Atem heads for. She drops her purple cape beside its edge, hikes up her skirts, and wades in, step by careful step.

Doors leading to apartments are closed at intervals along the painted walls; they're all closed and quiet, with no lamplight behind them. Atem and Bakura left the party early.
]
knifemonopoly: ([event] it's the thing that you bring)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-12-04 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it hits the princess, all right. She was in the water up to her thighs, and the water that doesn't swell up to her waist is splashed in her face and hair.

She's not completely soaked, but very nearly. Her hair, which has been Like That since the ruling Pharaoh took the Millennium Puzzle away from her when she'd borrowed it as a child, doesn't go flat -- but the front-pieces cling to her face, and her eye makeup smears all the way down her cheeks. She's still for a moment, in mild shock.
]

You....!

[And then, swinging her arm through the water in a wide arc, Atem splashes as much water as she can muster up directly into Bakura's face.]

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