[And, about an hour later to account for travel time, a vampire appears at Komaeda's door, knocking.
If it's daytime, it doesn't matter. Atem is standing fearlessly under the scattered cloud cover, two small wings folded on either side of a face that's not Yugi's anymore but his own. His eyes are still bloody red: this isn't a temp, it's having his own body back.
The Fog cloak flutters around his shoulders, the north sea wind catching it little bits of it and blowing them away in wisps. It's almost too much, he feels...like he's settled too far into his own skin, like something about the strength he's amassed has fused with his bones. And, even though he's customized himself to be exactly what he wanted -- no, needed to be, cloaked himself very literally in power...it makes him sort of miss being smaller, scrappier. An angry, lighting-quick little ghost -- weaker, less wise, but somehow, an easier person to be friends with. Someone who didn't know who he was yet, yes, but who hadn't despaired of being anything else.
He is exactly what he's made himself into, and he's here.]
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[And, about an hour later to account for travel time, a vampire appears at Komaeda's door, knocking.
If it's daytime, it doesn't matter. Atem is standing fearlessly under the scattered cloud cover, two small wings folded on either side of a face that's not Yugi's anymore but his own. His eyes are still bloody red: this isn't a temp, it's having his own body back.
The Fog cloak flutters around his shoulders, the north sea wind catching it little bits of it and blowing them away in wisps. It's almost too much, he feels...like he's settled too far into his own skin, like something about the strength he's amassed has fused with his bones. And, even though he's customized himself to be exactly what he wanted -- no, needed to be, cloaked himself very literally in power...it makes him sort of miss being smaller, scrappier. An angry, lighting-quick little ghost -- weaker, less wise, but somehow, an easier person to be friends with. Someone who didn't know who he was yet, yes, but who hadn't despaired of being anything else.
He is exactly what he's made himself into, and he's here.]