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Depth: 2

Date: 2022-07-13 12:09 am (UTC)
knifemonopoly: (if you love me let me go)
From: [personal profile] knifemonopoly
[Atem breathes.

In, and out. In, and out.

There's fury in his face.

Atem has waited, patiently, for this to blow over, for him and Ryou to heal from it on their own, because Ryou had asked him not to fight, not to seek revenge. He wasn't content, to let matters be -- it made him feel weak, made him feel shame, ate at the sense and instinct left over from the shadows in his mind, the sense for how many pounds of flesh the scales would require in order to be balanced again. It's eaten at him, like rot, like an infected wound, hot and feverish despite all his attempts to cut off its blood supply, tightening a tourniquet around his sense of right and wrong, of strength and weakness.

And now there's another wound, another infection. He can guess the man behind it.

How much of Atem's self is he going to lose, from Bakuras asking him to leave it alone?

When Atem's mouth twists in rage, in helpless fury, the edges split again, revealing sharp needle-fangs that go all the way up his jaw to his ear. Breath whistles through them, as a pitched-down growl starts to issue from his chest. His voice is unsteady, thick with emotion, thick with hurt.
]

How many times, Ring-Spirit?

How many injuries are you and Ryou going to make me bear...?

[He looks directly into the Ring-Spirit's eyes, his other hand coming up to the other shoulder, the fingers of the first hand separating and entangling with the clawed harpy-hands as best they can.]

Harm to you is harm to me. Insult to you, is insult to me. I'd give up everything I have in this place if I knew it would make him and me even for what's been done, what's been taken from me--!

[There's an animal-noise, from deep in Atem's throat, so deep it sounds like his chest.]

Rrrȑ̸͇͉͝r̶̟͊̽̑r̸̡̊̌̕r̵̦͓̉a̵͈̱͋ͅg̷͍̹͂̕ḧ̴̻́̊̈!̴͔͇͆!̴̝͉̈́̇͠

If it's what you want -- then, I won't act! I won't even things out, I won't take away from him what he has from me. But--

[breathing. breathing. Atem holds eye contact, doesn't let it go.]

I won't let it go. I won't f̷̧̤͒͝o̷̗͋r̵̙͑g̷͇̙͐̄è̶͉̤͈t̴̙́́. And I certainly won't ever f̵̡̳̫̯̑̚͜ǫ̷̝̪̀̇̈́͝͝ͅͅr̵̭̿̕͝g̸̛̜̝̯̎̒̀ͅi̸͈͓͚͈͌͒ͅv̶̰͚͇͊̍̈è̸͇͚̿͝͝ it. I'll hold it in my heart like a flame, until I can visit it on him, without it bringing you or Ryou further harm. Just know -- know, that I would have, and that if you ever change your mind -- if what you want ever becomes evening the scales--!
Depth: 4

LMAOOO

Date: 2022-07-15 02:09 pm (UTC)
knifemonopoly: (has never felt so right)
From: [personal profile] knifemonopoly
[...

He keeps breathing, but...it's slower, now, as the Ring-Spirit talks. The rage gives way to unhappy understanding, and acceptance.

He knows the Ring-Spirit did it because he cared. Because Atem and Ryou matter to him. It's a language Atem speaks, a tongue that might as well be his native one, given how he woke up from being sealed away, how the shadows changed him.

...but that acceptance and understanding turns to a confused twist of his features.

He's laughing? What...?
]

Did I miss something...? What's so funny?

[Please don't tell me he's lost it.]
Depth: 6

Date: 2022-07-23 04:05 pm (UTC)
knifemonopoly: (they're like the punk & the metal band)
From: [personal profile] knifemonopoly
[He knows enough about it. He's had it explained to him, the parts after where his child-memories cut off...and, of course, he's seen the museum exhibits.

He gives a tch!
]

That's all? Really...

...as though something like what we were supposed to be would matter to me at a time like this!

[His hands stay on the Ring-Spirit's shoulders, grounding points of contact.]

If I use my bite to calm you down, I'll stay. I promise! You'll be able to sleep, and nothing and no one will get into this room while I'm here.
Depth: 8

cw vampire feeding

Date: 2022-07-29 12:49 am (UTC)
knifemonopoly: (they're like the punk & the metal band)
From: [personal profile] knifemonopoly
[what is he going to do with you!! Atem shakes his head, but it's more fond than impatient. He's grateful...that the Ring-Spirit offers his arm, instead of the neck. It means no down in his mouth.]

All right.

[Atem takes the wrist in both hands, holding it with deft care, shifting to be on both his knees. He leans down -- the closer he gets, the more he can feel the harpy's heartbeat in his ears. He inhales, taking in the scent of warm skin, of living blood, feeling it rush by through the capillaries like shallow water passing through gravel, around rock. He can feel where the current is strongest, where the best place is to bite.

His mouth opens, and his fangs press down -- first a pinch, then a puncture, and then, Atem's drinking, drawing in the Ring-Spirit's blood.

It's through long practice that he's learned to keep his feeding shallow. Slow, skimming sips maximize the amount of calm-the-prey effect that his bite delivers while keeping the blood loss light. But, deep or shallow, the great avian heart, built to support flight, still thrums in his chest -- and while Atem won't allow himself to give in to instinct, to drain all of the blood that tastes like Ryou's but not, hearty where Ryou's is sweet, but with the same heart, the same base underneath, he will let himself settle into that feeling of having a heartbeat again, of feeling alive, of sharing someone else's life, freely lent to him.

Once his fangs are in, actually, he'll continue to steady the wrist with one hand, but the other grips the Ring-Spirit's. They're friends. Atem won't forget what's been done for him, and to him. Their fates are joined, now -- if they weren't before, this would ensure it.
]
Edited Date: 2022-07-29 12:49 am (UTC)
Depth: 10

Date: 2022-07-30 11:18 am (UTC)
knifemonopoly: (they sing and dance oh ey oh)
From: [personal profile] knifemonopoly
[With care -- not because he thinks the Ring-Spirit is delicate or can't take it, but because Atem doesn't want to carelessly do harm -- Atem unlocks his jaw, pulls back, away from the warmth, the current that, to him, is life. It takes effort: monsters aren't supposed to stop feeding, once they start. But it's possible to stop when his target is a monster, not a human, and easier still when it's a monster he cares for.

He gets up -- not to break his promise, but to get something from a bathroom to clean and bandage the bite. He's back in a blink.

And then, once the wound is seen to, Atem will settle in beside him to play games in his head, lulled to a doze by the heartbeat beside him. He does his best to forget, for now, why he's here, why the Ring-Spirit needed that bite -- no. He's here to watch over his friend, his opposite number, the other-king, his brother. That's what they are -- even if he didn't say so, this time, that's what they'll be, in his mind.

He dozes lightly beside his sen-brother, letting his senses spiral out, listening for movement, footsteps, a heartbeat that doesn't belong. Things will be peaceful here, at least for a while. Atem will ensure it.
]

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