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Crimson eyes stared back at her, so deep as though she'd be able to climb in them and discover his thoughts, his feelings. He looked at her confused as to why he was there, but that was only for a moment. Within seconds his confusion subsided to form a smirk on his lips. She couldn't help but blush, that smirk did things to her she barely understood herself.
"Tea." He stated in his abysmal voice.
She almost fell to her knees right then and there. She stared back, her cobalt eyes wide with anticipation. She wanted him to do more, to go to her and touch her, caress her cheek, kiss her. But he stayed in place the smirk remaining on the curves of his lips waiting for a reply. She finally realized he was waiting and she promptly looked down embarrassed before speaking.
"Hello Atem." She simply stated. She was still getting use to the fact that he wasn't known as Pharaoh anymore, or Yugi's other half.
She could hear a low chuckle coming from his side of the room. It only made her tender cheeks turn deeper in color and she wanted to slap herself for being so influenced by just his voice. In fact, his entire being brought about something in her she never knew existed. It was as though a new woman would come along and replace the old one she knew.
"I've missed you." He said with a tender tone. She noted his voice had gone down an octave making the words said sound even more warm and full of sensation.
Her head looked forward and her heart was promptly beating a mile a minute, she wasn't sure if she should take out her phone and dial 9-1-1 just in case she did have a heart attack. Her eyes loomed to his figure and once more got lost in his eyes. The same eyes that had saved her countless times from men who could only do harm. The same eyes she would stare into when she needed comfort. Those eyes carried so much antiquity, so much pain, and yet joy and perhaps love were present too. She remembered reading somewhere how life was always seen through the eyes. It was only until now she realized the truth behind the words.
"I've missed you as well." She managed to get out in a hushed tone. Atem seemed to make anything he said sound regal and important. Her voice only showed loss and sorrow, maybe even weakness. Atem seemed to pick up on her distraught feelings and slowly made his way toward her. Tea couldn't move nor did she want too. This was something she wanted, something she had craved for so long.
He finally reached her standing mere inches from her solid unwavering figure. He noted she looked older, more refined and had lost some of her teenaged innocence. He sensed a maturity he hadn't felt before surrounding her and it only made him want to hold her more. To tell her it's okay, that the weight of the world needn't be bared on her delicate shoulders.
"I'm sorry." He breathed before engulfing Tea in his arms.
She sucked in a breath as she felt his sturdy arms move around her delicately holding her with a stout grip. He was so warm against her cold body and all she could feel was comfort and protection radiating off of him. She couldn't help but nuzzle her face into his chest, wanting to leave as little room between them as possible. She inhaled his scent, a strong musk of something earthy with added flavors of peppermint and a smell she had yet to identify. But it was him in all of his being. He was there holding her, rubbing her back and comforting her from the cruel realities she faced every day.
But then something clicked in Tea's brain, this wasn't right, this couldn't happen.
"Atem please." She lowly whispered slowly pushing away from him. But he wouldn't have it, he wanted her in his arms and his grip held solid.
"Atem you're hurting me and you don't even know it." Her words came to form in barely a murmur and it was then she opened her eyes.
Tea looked towards her left where her alarm clock stood posed in the same position. 7:52, she beat her timer again. She slowly laid her head back on her pillow not wanting to sleep more but also not wanting to leave the comfort of her warm bed. If she even attempted to close her eyes all she would be left to stare at were deep cerise orbs. She couldn't do that to herself, her dream had done enough. In fact, this was the fourth time she had dreamt of him, although this wasn't something completely unusual to her, but it was happening way to often for her liking at this point. She couldn't get rid of the ghost she had so naively fell in love with. He continuously haunted her preventing her from seeking out other suitors. A part of her was taken with him when he had left for the afterlife and he had yet to return it.
8:00 A.M., her alarm clock started beeping and she quickly appeased the machine before settling back into the warm covers of her duvet. It felt like him, it felt safe.
She couldn't do this anymore, he was everywhere and she viciously flung her covers away from herself revealing the white pajama shorts and loose tank she had slept in. She stared down at her body, her eyes tracing the muscles formed on her legs from hours upon hours of dance practice. She sighed deeply before leaving her comfortable abyss and heading toward her bathroom to get ready for the day.