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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! ]
knifemonopoly: ([event] him you and me)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-12-05 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[This time, Atem gets her arm up in time to shield her face. The gauntlet's been thrown. The lots have been cast.

Splash fight.

It is messy, silly, and makes a lot of noise; it's a good thing no one's trying to sleep in the apartments around the courtyard. The sounds Atem makes are grunts of effort as she gives it her all, cries of horror as water goes into her nose or ears, or laughter -- at a well-placed splash on either side, or just the absurdity of it all. She's going to fight until she's tired out, and her muscles give way; if Bakura keeps it up, Atem will start to slow down, being the one of the two with less physical endurance.
]
knifemonopoly: (dn't try to sleep)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-12-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't have enough air. Atem's muscles are already burning when Bakura pushes her down and holds her under, and she breathes out half her air in surprise when Bakura doesn't let her back up.

What? What's she doing? Surely this isn't a murder attempt. Bakura wouldn't. They're friends. This is a joke, surely...

(Drowning's a cursed way to go. Usually, it's in the Nile. Fall into the wrong part, and your body is lost forever, impossible to preserve, part of the teeming masses that rely on the charity of Hathor to cling to any kind of existence in eternity.)

But Atem's body wouldn't be lost, if she died here. She'd be found, and it'd be clear what had happened. This has to be a joke. Bakura will let her up.

She kicks, hard, at Bakura's shin, with the last strength in her muscles, a flash of temper more than a real struggle for her life. It may or may not actually connect.

--and then she's up, gasping for air, coughing the pondwater out of her nose and throat, feeling like someone's stuck a poker up there and scrambled her brains. Atem squints at Bakura, wearing that stupid, affectionate look.
]

You're not -- koff koff! -- not very funny.
knifemonopoly: ([event] and criminal tongues)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2022-01-16 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her nasal cavities are still burning, her makeup is running down her face, and she feels like she's spit up half the pool, and Bakura is still staring at her. Atem doesn't feel particularly ashamed of her linen's state; a fine weave means translucence, it's not a secret what her tits look like, and she and Bakura have bathed together plenty, but for some reason, that stare feels like sun on skin that's been out of the shade too long already. It puts heat under her flesh the same way wine does, and Ankhsunatem sinks down into the pond to douse it, all the way down to her chin. The cool water does exactly what she was hoping it would do when she left the party; this is better, this is good.

The pout, though, goes nowhere, as immovable as Atem's need to have the last word. Her eyes flick over to Bakura, sullenly noting the effortlessness, the power in her build. Unfair, that Bakura can have both. That she can be born a woman, and go where she likes, and have that kind of strength, as well as the clever nimbleness that let her get through tombs when they were small.
]

My sense of humor's fine. It's your jokes that are bad!

[She's put out, but not truly angry. The water's relaxing. Now that her head's not under the surface, she feels safe in it, held by it, her dress floating around her like an underwater plant.]
knifemonopoly: (bb ☥ either way won't be going thirsty)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2022-01-27 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Everything's recursive.

[She takes the wine. The jug half-sinks in the water in front of her, so that Atem can tip it into her mouth without raising herself from the water, her chin so low the ripples lap at it. Her voice echoes inside the jug.]

Days and nights and years and regencies, it's all the same, over and over and over.

[Every year, the same festivals. Every year, performing the same rituals, asking the gods to bless the flood and growing and harvest, knowing the metal bodies of the gods are cold and hollow and false. The same kings, the same living Horus, born and dead and born again from himself. She's a part of the cycle, too. She'll be married to the next king, unless she's already too old by the time her father dies and retires to the priesthood instead, just like what would have happened if she'd been born twenty years earlier, or forty, or sixty.

She takes a gulp of wine with a glug.
]

I envy you.
knifemonopoly: ([event] that's gossip)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2022-01-27 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Atem's response is dry, but not as dry as she'd like it to be. It's meant to be Saharan, but the quiet, intimate mood, her own inebriated honesty, and the low-volume tone she takes due to the proximity make it land softer, friendlier.]

Shirts?

[The water's warmer coming from around Bakura. Now that Ankhsunatem's cooled off, it feels nice. The closeness feels nice. The seriousness, for as long as it lasts, does too. Bakura really was missed, by her, if by no one else.]
knifemonopoly: ([event] this is gospel for the fallen on)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2022-01-29 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[A trap....?

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.
knifemonopoly: ([event] baby let the games begin)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2022-01-29 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes drop.]

According to nature.

[This, here, is her sticking point. This is the fact that makes her situation inescapable.]

The people depend on the flood. The flood depends on the gods. Therefore, if I don't fulfill my duty...the harvest will be bad, and food will be scarce. It's the common people who would suffer most, in a situation like that. So, I can't lose the gods' favor -- the cost is too great.

[And all that she upholds would come crashing down, crushing the people below, noble or common. Her heart beats hard as she shows Bakura the counterweight, the enormous limestone block that holds the cage-door closed, even though they're close enough that the air and water between them has begun to feel hot. Bakura may be disappointed. Atem would like to come with her, to ride her horse again instead of being driven on a chariot along precisely guarded streets, to face a challenge more exciting than disputes over taxes, to test her power and smarts against something worthy...

...but she can't.
]

This is one trap even you can't get past, Bakura. I can't be sprung.