[As a vampire, Atem doesn't have to breathe. Sometimes, when he's relaxed, he forgets to. It depends on how comfortable he is, how at ease he feels.
He breathes when he's afraid. He breathes when he's upset. He breathes when he needs to ground himself, calm himself. Which means he breathes when he gets mad.
Atem takes a sharp inhale, and a sharp exhale. One, then the other. They don't stop. Air in, air out, a soothing, living motion, as he shifts so that he can look the Ring-Spirit in the eye.]
Who?
Who had it.
Who was it -- who, Ring-Spirit?
[In, out. In--]
I'll kill them. I'll kill them as many times as it takes. Until there's nothing left. Until they stay dead. I'll erase them, not just from memory, but from their own memory.
[Look him in the eye. Place a hand on the shoulder. Atem's irises, even in this dim light, are the color of fire. He's a spirit of darkness, too, wound so deeply in the shadows that the mark they've left will never be erased. He'll never be the same as he was when he was alive, never, he's a spirit of vengeance now, and if someone has hurt the Ring-Spirit in a way that mattered, then Atem will burn their very spirits out of them, he won't rest until he's found a way...]
Just say it. Say it, and I won't stop until they blow away, like dust.
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Date: 2022-07-06 12:20 am (UTC)He breathes when he's afraid. He breathes when he's upset. He breathes when he needs to ground himself, calm himself. Which means he breathes when he gets mad.
Atem takes a sharp inhale, and a sharp exhale. One, then the other. They don't stop. Air in, air out, a soothing, living motion, as he shifts so that he can look the Ring-Spirit in the eye.]
Who?
Who had it.
Who was it -- who, Ring-Spirit?
[In, out. In--]
I'll kill them. I'll kill them as many times as it takes. Until there's nothing left. Until they stay dead. I'll erase them, not just from memory, but from their own memory.
[Look him in the eye. Place a hand on the shoulder. Atem's irises, even in this dim light, are the color of fire. He's a spirit of darkness, too, wound so deeply in the shadows that the mark they've left will never be erased. He'll never be the same as he was when he was alive, never, he's a spirit of vengeance now, and if someone has hurt the Ring-Spirit in a way that mattered, then Atem will burn their very spirits out of them, he won't rest until he's found a way...]
Just say it. Say it, and I won't stop until they blow away, like dust.