[and kisara can interpret that however she likes. he offers no further explanation.
kaiba slides next to her on the bed but puts a polite amount of space between them. she may have consented to this but he has no wish to make her nervous, to unintentionally play the part of a man pressuring a woman. sifting through his deck, he pulls out none other than the blue-eyes white dragon, handing her the card so she can take a look.]
This is it. The Blue-Eyes White Dragon. A man by the name of Pegasus painted it and made it real.
[the card almost seems to hum, as if recognizing its namesake. and maybe it could.]
You are real. You never died, Kisara. You live on, in my deck and in that card.
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[and kisara can interpret that however she likes. he offers no further explanation.
kaiba slides next to her on the bed but puts a polite amount of space between them. she may have consented to this but he has no wish to make her nervous, to unintentionally play the part of a man pressuring a woman. sifting through his deck, he pulls out none other than the blue-eyes white dragon, handing her the card so she can take a look.]
This is it. The Blue-Eyes White Dragon. A man by the name of Pegasus painted it and made it real.
[the card almost seems to hum, as if recognizing its namesake. and maybe it could.]
You are real. You never died, Kisara. You live on, in my deck and in that card.