His heart stilled.
A deep pain that possessed no hindrance filled his void, proceeding to flood him through and through at a breath-taking speed, filling him to the brim leaving absolutely nothing untouched. He felt it rise, beginning its first in attempts to choke and drown him. With a new burst of confidence, he drew a deep breath. Turning the air within his newly impregnated lungs into motivation, he forced himself to carry on, refusing to let go, knowing he could not submit now. Not when he was so close.
So very close.
A mighty pulse rang throughout the two worlds, alerting anyone deemed worthy by unseen forces, of the extraordinary feat that had just been executed. Indeed, he had just made what had been once thought impossible, possible and because of this, a great and unstoppable swell of emotion rose within him. The feelings of everyone who now knew graced his insides. They were all so fierce– joy, gratitude, hope, sadness, anger, confusion– but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
In the blink of an eye, the pause in his heartbeat, the pain, the emotion, was gone. A feeling of bliss rested upon his soul, instead, lifting him into an inexplicable yet truly golden high. Resurfacing from his mental state of ecstasy, he released the air that still resided within his lungs in a loud, desperate 'puh!' and opened the eyes he had not noticed he had closed.
Was this– could this be– wrong? After all the trouble he had gone through and the time he had wasted, was this going to turn out to be wrong?
"M-Mou hitori no boku?"
Feeling instantly serene at the joyous cry, he nodded and smiled. "Indeed, Aibou, if that is what you wish to call me."
There was a protracted and painfully unnerving silence as the younger boy soaked it all up, then shivered at the deep, rich– and most of all, real– voice that filled his room.
"You... How? Why?" Came his hasty response, his voice changing to a distressed whimper.
A wistful smile adorned the handsome face. The sandals fit to the feet of the God became accustomed with something other than sand and stone as he tread lightly to the bedside. It was time for the beautiful cloth, silk and gold that concealed him to meet with the simple cotton of the young boy's dark-magician pajamas. Next, the rings that adorned his fingers took their time making themselves acquainted with the white skin of innocence as their wearer ran the back of his hand against a brightly flushed cheek.
He did not want anymore space between them. It did not matter whether it was the space created by time, unspoken words or the absence of physical touch, he just wanted it gone, now.
"Only you can deliver my heart such peace." Came the truthful reply, the syrupy sound filling the room once more before he leaned down, pressing their lips together in a most intimate way.
They lingered there, effectively closing the space.
Yeah, that's right, Mister Ancient Egyptian Pharoah just pulled some wormhole shit and went back to his cute wittle wovey-dovey Wugi-kins. Deal with it.
I demand a review because Puzzleshipping is absolute cuteness! Also, I kind of wanted to take this down more intimate routes, tell me what you think? :)