Insightshipping (Ishizu Ishtar/Priest Set)
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((includes some Trustshipping as well))
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It always hit her the hardest at dawn.
She hated being awake so early in the mornings, but she was so slow to prepare herself for work that she needed the full two hours before catching the train to the museum. She needed that time to nurse at least two mugs of coffee, to shower for far too long and almost fall asleep under the hot water, to try to swallow something that tasted like ash this early in the morning. Seto always told her that he could send her in the car, which would give her more time, but she likedthe busy commotion of the station and the people and the noise. It helped her wake up. It helped drive away the ragged remnants of sleep that still dragged over her limbs, the shards of dreams that still pierced into her head like glass fragments that were slowly melting into her soul.
It was always worst at dawn. Always the worst when she rolled over in bed, blinking away tears from a dream she barely remembered, and seeing his face on the pillow beside her—but not Seto's, for a moment, a man that still had his face but instead had skin kissed by the Egyptian desert sun and a golden choker around his neck inscribed with amulets and wards for protection.
She would choke on her own air for a moment, forgetting where she was. Forgetting that she was lying in bed beside Seto Kaiba in Domino City, Japan, and thinking, for at least the space of a breath, that she was back in that bed in the ancient kingdom once called Kemet. Back in the land of the desert sun where those she loved were long gone and some days it felt like only she and him (and the magician, of course) were the only ones who had survived (but had they? The dead eyes that they sometimes caught the other with, staring into nothing in a corner, suggested otherwise).
And for a moment she would just lay there with the tears in her eyes because—she did not want to go back there. She didn't want to go back to the place where she had watched her friends, her family, die on the sands of that ghost town, leaving her alone. Leaving her behind.
Always knowing that she and him, they had been each others' second choice in that life.
The dawn was always the hardest. It was the time where her dreams and reality tried to force their way into each others' space. Tried to make her remember a man she did not want to remember. A man that she had grown to love, so much, that sometimes it hurt to know how much he still loved the other one.
It was always dawn when her thoughts hit her the hardest.
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A/N: I don't fucking know. Next is -shudders- Incestshipping (Seto x Ishizu x Jonouchi x Mokuba x Marik x Shizuka).
