[Ryou's initial thought when the tendrils start to creep forward is to think to himself that Atem's showing off, he's doing better with his tendrils than Ryou ever could.
But that thought doesn't stick--because Atem doesn't do things to show off, and Ryou knows it. It starts to break through the anger, just a bit, like someone chipping away at a glacier with an icepick.
The items floating in the air stop dead when Atem offers himself to Ryou, however. It's as if someone's hit the pause button on the world, and the only thing that's alive is those big white eyes of his, the undulating strands of his hair, and his boyfriend, offering his body for possession.
Ryou would normally ask "are you sure?" or forewarn Atem of the emotional ramifications, but he doesn't this time.
"Be a shade."
Very well then. He'll be a fucking shade.
An intangible hand raises, presses itself to Atem's chest, moving through the other monster's hand to do so. Shortly after that contact is made, the rest of Ryou follows, slipping in like smoke caught in an exhaust vent, finding a home within Atem's body.
He feels...small. Like he's hiding in a corner, rather than spreading out.
But no matter how small he feels, the emotions border on overwhelming. Ryou can't even feel Atem's, he's too lost in his own.
cw; possession
But that thought doesn't stick--because Atem doesn't do things to show off, and Ryou knows it. It starts to break through the anger, just a bit, like someone chipping away at a glacier with an icepick.
The items floating in the air stop dead when Atem offers himself to Ryou, however. It's as if someone's hit the pause button on the world, and the only thing that's alive is those big white eyes of his, the undulating strands of his hair, and his boyfriend, offering his body for possession.
Ryou would normally ask "are you sure?" or forewarn Atem of the emotional ramifications, but he doesn't this time.
"Be a shade."
Very well then. He'll be a fucking shade.
An intangible hand raises, presses itself to Atem's chest, moving through the other monster's hand to do so. Shortly after that contact is made, the rest of Ryou follows, slipping in like smoke caught in an exhaust vent, finding a home within Atem's body.
He feels...small. Like he's hiding in a corner, rather than spreading out.
But no matter how small he feels, the emotions border on overwhelming. Ryou can't even feel Atem's, he's too lost in his own.
Anger. Insignificance. Frustration. Wrong. WRONG!
Vengeance. Make everyone pay.]