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Np and the pofE pt. 16 -being parents-The first week of having their new prince was rough, Britt and Atem barely got any sleep when Rei would cry. They had figured out when he wanted held, fed or wrapped in a blanket. Some nights, they decided to have him sleep with them just so they could get some sleep. When morning came Atem was exhausted but he still got up to do his duty as Pharaoh. As he would get dressed he looked over at the bed where his Queen and son were asleep and smiled.
As he left the room, he went down to the throne room and listened to all the complaints and if he had to sign for something he did. He was at this for a few hours before he finally got up and went to check on his family. When he got close to the room he saw that Britt was coming out still holding their son.
Good morning My Queen. He said to her
Good morning, My king. She said
He looked down and saw that their son was still asleep. He carefully led her to the dining hall so that they both could eat and try not to wake th
Maria Ann Park
Birthday: November 16th
Weight: 105 lbs
Blood type: A-
Fears: getting beat up by bullies
Enemies: Doesn't have one yet
Desert: Apple pie
Hair color: Blonde hair
Love interest: Yugi Motou
She's quiet and shy, she tries to do the best she can.
She's someone who tries to lean on other people, but after she meets Yugi and his friends she tries to become more on her own and enjoy her life. She falls in love with Yugi as she learns that he used to be like she is before he met his friends. She looks up to Britt and doesn't try to step in her way when the Pharaoh is in control of Yugi's body. She's aware that Britt and the Pharaoh are together and even though it confuses and bugs her sometimes she tolerates it knowing someday the pharaoh will be separated from Yugi.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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