YGO PSL | ❝ i am not lying, i am just trying to find my way in to you. ❞

[guidingmoonlight]

( continued from yonder! )

[ Her other hand raises and gestures to the bed behind him. It had been a set of normal circumstances in getting ready to rest for the night. Even down to the fact she was dressed for bed. Unspoken, of course is how she misses his presence. It hardly matters in their current circumstances -- or at all. Pinning for one does none of them any good. Priorities and needs will always shift, and, Lunafreya has always believed those come before wants and desires.

Although she has been known to be young and naive in such ways.

Lunafreya shifts her gaze back to him in order to answer his next question. "Answer" that is. He has been able to understand her thus far at least.

Then, a change in the air.

Yugi appears beside Atem. He looks between Lunafreya and his partner. ]

Other Me? What's going on?

[ Lunafreya glances at the space where she feels the shift in the air. She turns back to surveying the room with one hand remaining on his shoulder to help her stay upright. A hand raises out beside her in order to try and summon her Trident. That, as it turns out, was the wrong decision to make. Her arm starts to shake as it feels sharp pricks make its way up her skin.

A soundless gasp leaves her at the sudden pain. In a sweeping moment, she crumbles back down to the ground where she had once stood.

Yugi's attention snaps to her as it sinks in that they're in her room. ]

Luna?!

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wraps this up for the next one :3

[ifthereiswill]

[ If you're anything less than completely well, how can I not worry? That is, he won't be able to properly relax or rest, even if he doesn't sleep, while she's in the state that she is. That notion just further spurs him on to find some way of setting her to rights once more.

As for him, what drew her to him and made him realize he loves her was her ability to be kind to just about everyone, even to those who were more than a little bit trying. It's her kindness, understanding, and patience that drew him in, and now he can't imagine a life without her in it. She wants to serve him, but he in turn wants to do the same for her, in whatever form that takes.

And if he has doubts about who or what he'll be when his memories return, those doubts are far from his mind at this time. All he can think about is her and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they travel to places yet unvisited. He would go farther than this if he thought he could. Perhaps one day, they'll be able to step over the threshold and step into a new level of intimacy. For now, this will have to be enough.

He can feel the need to close his eyes and sleep for a time beginning to sweep over him, so it's with no small amount of reluctance that he shifts his position so that he's lying beside her rather than above her and moves one hand from its exploration to rest at her waist. To just lie here next to her is enough, even though part of him wishes to continue traveling down the intimate path they were on.

But, he reasons, she must be tired from her exertions, and it would hardly be kind of him to keep her awake if she wishes to rest. You must be getting tired. We can sleep anytime you want to. He says, wanting to know how she feels, her lack of voice and other problems aside. It won't take him long at all to drift off himself, if she says she's ready to call it a night. ]