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The afterlife was, to say it lightly and delicately, boring. It wasn't like the future, where his friends lived and breathed and just were.

Where adventures were part of his daily life, where he could trust and just be.

Here, where he had the responsibilities of his old life, he regretted his fate. What was he to do though, in a place he did not belong? A five thousand year old pharaoh long thought to be dead.

He wanted to go back, but his motives weren't completely innocent. His mind may look for excuses about seeing his friends again, but he knew where his heart lay.

The only real reason behind his desire to go to the future was the ache that had taken permanent residence in his soul. His life (afterlife) was nothing but empty days and long nights, tempered by his friends from the past.

His real regret had been to never give his light what she deserved.

Anzu. His heart whispered the name of the one he longed for, and he closed his eyes picturing her shining azure eyes.

The ankhing.

His eyes snapped open, blue bled crimson, and darkness swirled around his throne.

Perfect.

Eternal life granted to those that achieved the highest of pleasures. Prosperity and eternity together, he would defy fate and bind her to him.

He would not allow anybody else to claim her, or the fact that five millennia separated them to come between them.

Regardless of what the others expected of their pharaoh, he would tie her heart to his.

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So, yeah, almost like plot but not quite. This is just an interlude? Or something like that.

Ankhing: Well, according to internet articles, it is a sexual ritual where the orgasm helps a couple or an individual reach "eternal life, and prosperity." I wanted to tie it in with Atem's view of Anzu not being able to reach the same plane of the afterlife as his, being a five thousand year old pharaoh and all that. So, really, no plot just a reason for Atem's slightly stalker like obsession.