Trying to work out the vibe for the new fic idea I mentioned. Thinking about scenes which could work.
I'm having a lot of fun with this. ^.^
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“Rich, coming from someone barely saved from exile.”
Those words made him pause, his back straightened and he forced a deep breath.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” He said, jaw clenched, fists balled against his legs.
Yugi's look of false innocence filled his stomach with fire and he had to bite his tongue. He knew what he was doing, he could tell.
“Oh nothing.” Yugi said. “Only that I’m… surprised you’d have such an opinion. After everything.”
His shoulders squared as he stared at Yugi over the fire, cold eyes fixed firmly on him as he fought the urge to reach for his sword. To teach the other a lesson for speaking to him in such a way.
“You speak as if you know everything that happened.” He said sharply.
“I never claimed to know-”
“Because you don’t.” He spat out, throwing the stick he’d been using to stoke the fire into the flames, glowing embers exploded into the air. “So I’d suggest keeping your mouth shut on matters which do not concern you.”
For a moment, Yugi didn’t react and he thought he’d won. That he’d let the conversation go, but then Yugi smiled and he had to grit his teeth.
“Noted.” Yugi said, his voice softer than Atem expected it to be.
He huffed out a breath and closed his eyes, making an effort to relax his body, to let go of the tension in his muscles. He opened them again only to see Yugi look away from him quickly. He frowned, but said nothing.
“We should sleep.” He said but before he could tell Yugi he could turn in first the other stood up, staff held casually at his side as he smiled at him again, this time his smile didn’t make Atem want to hit him.
“I’ll take the first watch.” Yugi said. “Get some rest.”
He was about to argue, tell Yugi that no, he’d watch whilst he slept but he wasn’t being given a choice it seems. Yugi was already striding away from him, checking the wards he’d placed around them when they’d made camp.
Reluctantly he crawled into the small tent, falling onto his side as he crossed his arms against his chest. He hated that the other dared speak to him so casually about something he knew nothing about, but more than that… he hated that his words had brought up things he’d much rather not think about.
Memories of arguments, words said in anger which he couldn’t take back, the flash of a sword… he closed his eyes tight.
It did no good to linger on the past after all.
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