Seth blinked as he was dragged away, then huffed in irritation. He was already getting really sick of Akefia using his clothing as a leash… “I don’t think it’s something you should be congratulating me for…” He grumbled, glaring at the fabric he held.
“Eh.” He shrugged releasing the male. “That’s all a matter of opinion.” The whitenette chuckled lightly as he continued to make a bit of distance between them and the market. Once he believed them to be far enough away, the male stopped and pointed to the clothing the priest held. “Now change.”
Seth grimaced as they walked up to a stall with clothing he’d once been familiar with, but now was a part of his past. He never wanted to have to wear such things again, but he didn’t have much choice. So he just snatched something that wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, shooting Akefia a half-hearted glare.
Akefia only chuckled as Seth grabbed something from the stall. “good.” He nodded before looking in both directions before gripping the male’s robes once more and pulling him away to a safe distance. “Now we walk away before the vendor sees and what do you know, you’ve stolen your first item. Congratulations.”
He looked back up at Akefia when he spoke, nodding at his offer. “Thank you…” He murmured, his eyes returning to the ground as he followed. It was better than nothing, but it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. It was hard for him to think about how far he could be from her. And she had no idea what happened to him. For her, she was probably just waiting for him to show up every morning, just like before, but he wouldn’t show up. And for all he knew, he never would. The thought was enough to make his eyes sting, but he refused to cry about it. Now was not the time.
“Yeah…” He mumbled. The whitenette kept silent after that, not really wanting to say anything else to the male. As they walked, Akefia made sure to stay on the less populated side of the market. The last thing he wanted to do was have the priest be recognized, not an option. He knew where he was going anyway. After a few moments Akefia reached the stall he wanted and just chuckled as he pointed to the common robs. “Choose.”
|"You wanted something Akefia? "|
"Hello, Bakura. How’ve you been?"
He nodded, his eyes downcast. It was a bit nice that the horse took a liking to him, but for now, all it did was make things a tiny bit less miserable. His gaze returned to the thief when he heard him speak, raising his eyebrows. He took a moment to decide whether or not to tell Akefia what was on his mind. What if he said something, and the thief took advantage of the information and threatened to or actually hurt his horse back at the palace? Seth’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip at the thought. But, Akefia had his horse. Maybe he’d understand then…?
After giving a quiet sigh, he shook his head to himself. Akefia’s goal so far wasn’t to terrorize him; it was to keep him quiet and keep anyone from knowing it was him who’d taken him. There would be no reason for the thief to do anything to his horse. “Seeing you and your horse, the way she treats you… Just makes me miss my horse back at the palace… I don’t like the thought of her being left alone. I’m sure they’re feeding her, but probably not much more.”
Akefia watched the priest for a few moments, wondering what was going on. As well as wondering why he even cared, but couldn’t figure out an answer to either questions. Just waiting for the priest to answer. He listened as Seth spoke, coming to realize what was wrong. “Oh… I see.” He mumbled. “I’m sure my girl is nothing like your horse, but… she’s something.” Akefia mentally cursed himself for having a soft spot for horses. “I still won’t let you leave but, if spending some time with my horse does something to help then, I guess I don’t mind all too much. It’s good for her to be with someone else for a change too.” He looked away then and just continued walking.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but sighed. He guess he couldn’t blame him. If Seth’s horse suddenly took a liking to someone other than himself, he’d be a little apprehensive, and perhaps a tad jealous as well. “Hm, I can’t do much about it, but I can assure you, you are her favourite and I don’t think it’s possible for that to change. I can tell she’s very attached to you…” He folded his arms over his stomach.
“I know…” He mumbled. “Whatever, I can’ do much about it. It was bound to happen someday, we’ve been alone for so long so someone new around must be pretty interesting to her.” He shrugged slightly, though his eyes caught Seth and he rose a brow. “I don’t know why I’m saying this but… Are you okay, Priest?”
Seth sighed, realizing he wasn’t getting any where on that subject, so he just dropped it. He never imagined the most wanted criminal in all of the kingdom to be immature. Though, when Akefia spoke next, Seth’s eyebrows rose. He’d used ‘tolerate’ instead of ‘like’ because he’d assumed the thief would opposed the statement even more. But he seemed pretty aware of the fact. “And… this bothers you, for some reason.”
Akefia tried to stay silent after the male spoke, though found that to be pretty difficult. “Yes, it bothers me. It’s always just been me and her taking care of each other and then suddenly you’re here and she takes some odd interest in you and I can figure out for the life of me why.” He groaned. “It’s quite frustrating.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Okay, then explain the way you act whenever your horse doesn’t chase me off.” He put his hands on his hips. “And she obviously does tolerate me. If she didn’t, probably have had the life stomped out of me by now.”
Akefia just huffed crossing his arms “Um…” He tried to think of something other than jealousy but came up with no answer. “Whatever, not jealous.” His eyes glanced to the priest for a second before facing forward once more. “She doesn’t tolerate you, she actually likes you.” He mumbled.
Seth blinked when he felt the horse nudge him, looking back at her. She could probably tell something was wrong. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something he could really explain to a horse. So he just pet her forehead with a half-hearted grin, but only managed to do it for a few seconds before he was being dragged off by the thief. Seth gave a low growl, but followed after him. “Just because you’re jealous that your horse has decided she tolerates me does not give you reason to yank my arm off… It’s obvious you’re her favourite; you really don’t need to worry about that.”
The mare gave a small huff when Akefia pulled away the priest though just neighed at them before trotting around as they left.
Akefia’s eyes traveled to Seth as he spoke, quickly releasing his shirt and continuing to walk. He made sure the male was doing the same before speaking. “Jealous? I’m not jealous of you priest.” He scoffed crossing his arms. “She doesn’t tolerate you…” He mumbled.
By the time they’d reached the market, Seth had reined in his temper, but was still angry. He just kept his mouth shut, his arms crossed, and his gaze at the farthest point of the horizon. There wasn’t much else he could do. When the whitenette hopped off the horse, Seth did the same, though to the opposite side of her. He didn’t know if he still trusted the male not to kill him.
He watched their interactions for a moment before turning away, an ache building in his chest. He hoped they were taking good care of his horse back at the palace in his absence… If he couldn’t be there with her, he at least wanted her to be happy.
Akefia gave the mare another pet to her snout before stepping back. “Be a good girl.” He chuckled, the mare giving a neigh in response before turning to look at Seth. She neighed again and nudged him, turning to nibble on his robe once. She neighed tilting her head to the side.
The whitenette just huffed, walking to the other side of the horse and grabbing the priest by his sleeve. “Let’s go.”