[Ryou doesn't speak much, doesn't assert himself in this possession. He just feels, and therefore makes Atem feel. It feels like he's curled around Atem's heart, like a snake that just wants to be loved and cared for but still manages to coil around its owner's arm and cut the circulation off.
This is what it means to be a shade. To be horrid and awful and full of spite.
Not all the time...but with growing frequency, Ryou gets caught in this exact feedback loop. And eventually, between Atem's words, he mutters his own, rasped quietly past Atem's lips.]
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This is what it means to be a shade. To be horrid and awful and full of spite.
Not all the time...but with growing frequency, Ryou gets caught in this exact feedback loop. And eventually, between Atem's words, he mutters his own, rasped quietly past Atem's lips.]
They don't.