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(Source: rebellious-ingenuity, via millenniumpharaoh)
Sagira Ishtar: Role Play with Mellyoramallory
Sagira woke up from her sleep once more, like she had been doing for weeks now. It was always because of the same reason too. Dreams. Not nightmares; just dreams that were upsetting and curious. Not to mention mysterious. She sighed, getting out of bed and went to the window, looking out at the…
The sound in his ears broke into silence, and little beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He sat bolt upright, the creaking of his chair a sudden noise in the night. Had he fallen asleep again? As he opened his eyes, the sharp pallor of the computer screen stung his vision and forced him to squint.
On the display was all his unfinished work, and a small, digital clock that showed an hour which was far too late. His first thought, after his frantic heartbeat had finally settled, was to resume where he had accidentally left off. But he found himself strangely unable to. His head felt muddled and hot, and his mouth dry, as if he hadn’t had anything to drink for days. It was confusing. Even as he tried, he couldn’t seem to remember falling asleep, or even feeling tired. Yet here he was, hours later, filled with an overwhelming exhaustion. And that wasn’t the only thing.
Apart from the mere drowsiness, what he was feeling now was a kind of uneasiness inside, almost sadness. Like he had been unwillingly torn away from something, but he couldn’t fathom what. Fragments floated in his head, tiny traces that reminded him of warmth and longing. However, they were shattered and impossible to piece together again, and all these thoughts were making him uncomfortable.
He was starting to think maybe he could dismiss it all as stress. After all, people often told him that he was overworked, that he needed rest. Yes, he told himself, that had to be the reason. These queer, restless nights, they were all because of the pressure. They had to be.
With effort, he rose and began to walk with heavy steps across the carpet. The large office was cold, and wrapped in blue darkness. All the light that reached the top of the skyscraper came from the city outside, the bright glow emitted from thousands of buildings and billboards in the night, and the shine of a pale moon sitting at the edge of the wide glass windows, encircled by a few flickering stars. His movements in the dim were careful and quiet, and he wasn’t sure why he made so sure of this, since there couldn’t possibly be anyone else left. Maybe he was just too aware of himself at the moment.
Still feeling thirsty, he went over to the commode at the end of the room to fetch a decanter, which he then brought back to his crammed desk. Slowly and deliberately, he filled a glass with its contents, and proceeded to swallow the amber liquid in one sip. It didn’t help, he was still feeling shaky and flustered, and now even dizzier than before. He was starting to realise he wouldn’t be finishing his work tonight, but that didn’t bother him as much as the other thing did.
Among all the things he loathed, what he hated most of all was mysteries. That elusive memory hiding in the depths of his sleep-depraved mind, that he had seen just now in his sleep, it refused to come back to him.
Perhaps he, deep-down, didn’t want it to show itself, either. Ridiculous, it was nothing but a ghost of his thoughts.
But ghost or not, it was a riddle within himself, a riddle he wanted to, needed to, solve. It took a long struggle to convince him that it really wasn’t important. And even that conviction wasn’t permanent.
Breaking free of the paralysis of brooding, his head hurt worse than ever, and he felt sick, almost feverish. While grinding over and over his dazed worries, he had clenched his fists so hard, the palms of his hands were almost bleeding, and his knuckles had turned bone white. He wanted to sit still, not to leave, not to move, but he dutifully forced himself to accept that he had obligations. It was too late to go home, but he could sleep here. It made no difference.
For a while longer, he remained too ill at ease to go to sleep. He was exhausted, yet unable to rest. A couple of times, panic came over him and overwhelmed his senses, he felt so profoundly lost. And still, he didn’t know why, which stirred his emotions even worse. His drowsy mind kept trying to grasp the broken-off dream, perhaps because he continued to feel that its capture would cure this restless insomnia.
Eventually, he willingly sank down on the sole leather sofa in the adjoining room. He had paced back and forth in the office countless times during the last 30 minutes, until his trembling legs had brought him in here. Pulling his long, white coat over himself as a blanket, he laid down his head, messing up his dark hair. His hand travelled slowly to his aching forehead, rubbing it gently for a minute trying to make the pain go away. Unsuccessful, he merely pushed his fringe out of his eyes.
The insides of his head were swirling and throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to finally fall asleep and forget about this night (as if he had forgotten the others). He started to drift off, blistering jets and dancing stars blotting his vision. And as he did, something seemed to come back to him that had been lost while waking.
Half absorbed in dreams, the back of his eyelids flooded with blue light. He was not conscious enough to realise that this was the dream from before, the pieces coming back together.
Gradually, he began to feel warm, and bathed in brightness. And inside that brightness, he could feel a presence, someone there with him. It seemed to wash away the discomfort from before, and there was something familiar about that very sensation. Reminiscent.
Suddenly, a soft touch brushed against his shoulder, and two hands were upon his arm. He looked down at them. They were small and white, unbelievably delicate, and their caress mild and ever so slight. Within, he seemed to recognise those smooth palms and slim fingers, clutching tightly around his elbow. Feeling them now filled him with such odd happiness, like he had been waiting and missing their stroking his bare skin.
Forcefully, he made a move to take those hands in his (fearing to lose them in the mist). His gaze traced along their body, appearing as a hazy silhouette beside him, as he reached out to touch them. Touch her.
He suddenly grew horribly afraid that any second she would disappear, and curiously, this single thought made his heart feel like breaking. Even worse, how it seemed to stop, when he tried to bury his fingers in her silver hair, and found nothing but air where she ought to have stood.
Desperately, he tried to hold on to her, make her stay. But the spell had been broken. Her slender form, radiating pallor the way water or moonlight would, was engulfed in fogs, his last glimpse of her a sad smile. They dissolved her, and swept the glimmering remains of her away like stardust.
He cried out, although he couldn’t hear what he was screaming. All that he could do, was to let himself submerge deep into the hidden, dark and empty ache again, while her sorrowful whisper lingered in the air.
“Seto…”
She felt herself shaken out of what seemed to be some type of trance. She blinked, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes widened in astonishment when she saw that her location had changed from the one she had just been in. In front of her stood the tall skyscraper that was Kaiba Corp. She took a step back and immediately regretted the decision, when she felt herself beginning to fall from dizziness for some reason. She placed her hands on the wall of the building, steadying herself.
How did she even get here? She definitely didn’t remember walking all the way over here. Why would she even want to, especially at this hour? Had she been sleepwalking? Or maybe it really was because of some weird trance. After getting past the confusion of what was happening, she also had the feeling of deep sadness for some reason. Not to mention that she was colder now. A pounding migraine also decided to make itself known at that very moment. She rested her head against the cool glass of the building, hoping that it would help some.
After a few minutes or so she pushed off the building, giving it one last glance before turning to head home. Try as she might, she could not shake these thoughts and emotions from her mind. They were consuming all of her thoughts. She couldn’t remember the last time she concentrated so hard on something. So why now? And why did it have to do with HIM? She got back home and quietly made her way to her room. After changing into her pajamas again she laid down in her bed, piling the blankets on top of her. Hopefully she’d be able to get some more sleep before school the next day.
The next morning she awoke behind schedule. She stumbled out of bed, grumbling under her breath about “blasted dreams.” After quickly getting dressed she rushed out of the house, beginning her walk to school. The path she took to get to school just so happened to run right past Kaiba Corp and, for whatever reason, she found herself stopping in front of the building and glancing up at it. She told herself to keep going but she couldn’t bring herself to move away an inch or avert her gaze. “Seto,” she said subconsciously, her voice barely audible.
Role Play with Mellyoramallory
Sagira woke up from her sleep once more, like she had been doing for weeks now. It was always because of the same reason too. Dreams. Not nightmares; just dreams that were upsetting and curious. Not to mention mysterious. She sighed, getting out of bed and went to the window, looking out at the night sky. She didn’t understand these dreams at all.
They differed each time but there were a couple of things that always stayed constant in the dreams. First of all, they took place in Ancient Egypt for some reason. Then there was the more disturbing concept that they always had his face in them. Why him? She barely knew him and definitely didn’t like him. He was just an arrogant, pompous, egotistical, spoiled brat. Yet in the dreams he always seemed different; kinder, more humble, and even caring. That wasn’t like him at all. Another constant part of the dreams was that she always felt connected to him, which made even less sense. Why was that?
She sighed again and ran a hand through her long white hair. This was so confusing and frustrating. Maybe a bit of fresh air would clear her mind some. She got dressed in her normal clothing and quietly made her way downstairs. Then she silently slipped out the door, hoping that she didn’t wake the others. She strolled along the sidewalk to a bench that was close by and sat down; breathing in the crisp air, which she wasn’t really used too still. Unfortunately her mind still seemed just as jumbled as before, if not more so now. She groaned slightly, leaning her head back against the bench and closing her eyes, trying her hardest to relax.
Anyone care to role play? I have a starter written…..
Sagira woke up from her sleep once more, like she had been doing for weeks now. It was always because of the same reason too. Dreams. Not nightmares; just dreams that were upsetting and curious. Not to mention mysterious. She sighed, getting out of bed and went to the window, looking out at the night sky. She didn’t understand these dreams at all.
They differed each time but there were a couple of things that always stayed constant in the dreams. First of all, they took place in Ancient Egypt for some reason. Then there was the more disturbing concept that they always had his face in them. Why him? She barely knew him and definitely didn’t like him. He was just an arrogant, pompous, egotistical, spoiled brat. Yet in the dreams he always seemed different; kinder, more humble, and even caring. That wasn’t like him at all. Another constant part of the dreams was that she always felt connected to him, which made even less sense. Why was that?
She sighed again and ran a hand through her long white hair. This was so confusing and frustrating. Maybe a bit of fresh air would clear her mind some. She got dressed in her normal clothing and quietly made her way downstairs. Then she silently slipped out the door, hoping that she didn’t wake the others. She strolled along the sidewalk to a bench that was close by and sat down; breathing in the crisp air, which she wasn’t really used too still. Unfortunately her mind still seemed just as jumbled as before, if not more so now. She groaned slightly, leaning her head back against the bench and closing her eyes, trying her hardest to relax.
My dad was sitting beside me on the computer and saw this folder
He asked me if it was a folder filled with ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’
I then proceeded to show him what was in it
He then walked away muttering something about me being pretentious
thank god I have my ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’ in this folder tbh
Always have a decoy
The Internet has been won
Everyone go home.
(Source: merlinsfuckingbeard, via kisarastrife)
OOC
And I spammed everyone with BlueShipping. Oops. Sorry. Don’t worry. I’m done spamming for the night.
