I was sick today, so I decided to make another 50 themes challenge. :D
Pairing: Outcastshipping, Mizushipping (I DO BOTH. :D)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Lust
He hated him.
That priest.
He wasn't worthy of holding her, touching her, caressing her.
She belonged to him and only him.
Anger, hate , jealousy filled him as he watched those two walking through the palace, his arm around her small waist, she looking up at his with those blue eyes that sparkled like the gemstones around his neck. He tightly grabbed his kilt, clenching it tightly, wishing madly that he was the one whose arm was around her, that she was looking at him longingly. His nose crinkled in disgust and he spat on the ground, hating every moment that she was with him.
One of the stones that lay the path the two walked was uneven and she tripped, her tunic flying up in the back as she fell. She blushed deeply and quickly covered her exposed backside as he helped her up. A wave of heat rushed through his body and he slowly licked his lips, his eyes full of hunger and envy. He imagined the two of them alone in the desert, surrounded by his stolen treasures, she being the best and mostly highly esteemed prize. She would be his.
As he slipped off the wall and slinked back in the shadows, he didn't notice that she saw him briefly, and looked at him with the same hunger he was feeling.
"What is it Kisara?" Priest Set asked, concern filling his voice.
That feeling faded fast and she looked up at him, the gentleness of her eyes calming him down. "Nothing. I just thought I saw something."
Fin.
Over and out,
Mahersal