Ship: Rodshipping (Priest Set x Marik Ishtar)
Okay, I cannot verbally express how fucking hilarious I find this ship name. I know why it's called what it is, but please allow me my childish mirth. Thanks.
Guardian
Marik simply associated the presence, the feeling, with the Millennium Rod. With it in hand, he never truly felt alone, which he attributed to the fracture in his personality. Yet still, he found himself simply holding the artifact when he… needed. Needed someone, though, during that time, he would never admit to the fact, and would act as if he were simply brooding over his power.
But, whole again, and with the Millennium Rod surrendered to Yugi Muto, the presence remained. He felt it drifting about when he sat in the solitude of his home. He felt the entity even when he walked about in public.
He hadn't known it was an 'entity' until one late night.
Stirred by nightmares, of his flesh so cruelly torn, he jolted to wakefulness. He lay, sweating profusely in the safety of his bed. He blinked groggily, and he took in the shadow hovering over him with a blink. "Odion…?"
No, too slender.
Piercing blue eyes blinked. Watched.
The presence was familiar, comforting. Marik relaxed back against the sheets, regarded the silhouette with wide, nearly innocent eyes. A slender, cool hand came down, stroked Marik's hair back from his face.
"Rest."
Marik nuzzled into the hand, and with the gentle caresses lulling him, drifted into peaceful slumber.
END PART
Hey, I know these are really short so far, but I'm just getting warmed up to this right now, so, please be patient ;)
Next Up: Darkshipping (Yami Yugi x Yami Bakura) / Casteshipping (Atem x Thief King Bakura)
