Ryou Bakura, forever haunted by his own reflection--his twin sister Amane's sullen, unflinching gaze staring back at him. They did everything together. Everything except die in that car accident. It was the one thing Ryou didn't follow her into, and that look on her face in the mirror made the guilt bubble and churn in his belly.
Ryou Bakura, haunted by a voice from the ancient past. A voice that knows loss like he does--a voice that sits ravenous for revenge. The millennium ring buzzes in his hands like an enraged wasp's nest. He'd dispose of it if it weren't for the pity he felt. And the guilt. That endless, constant guilt.
Ryou Bakura, haunting his empty house. His father was breathing but he may as well have died in that car accident too. He buried himself in his work, buried himself into a monotonous purgatory. A ghost in his own right.
Ryou Bakura, forever haunted.
me when i wanna make friends but the bitch spirit in my ring keeps sabotaging me
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A little piece for a secret santa I participated in, for @ursamajorgamma ! I was following the prompt "Lear and Cheren as an art study", I took the prompt and ran with it.
I dare you guys to find any if not all possible symbolism in the piece, I'll give a few hints in the tags.
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Well, I can officially say that after 5 months and too many setbacks, Philosophy of a Knife will finally be updated with chapter 16. I'm very excited to share it with you all, and I already have plans for the next chapter, so it definitely will not take another half-year to update. On a side note, this year I will almost definitely pass half a million words logged on ao3, and that is very cool to me.
This chapter goes out to all the commenters on ch15 whose kinds words encouraged me to buckle down, as well as @loveless-beloved-must-be-loved who I randomly came across reccing it in a tumblr post out in the wild recently, which really helped me get back on track. I love all my readers!