[He reaches up, considering Ryou's shirt...but then, decides on the collar.
Atem hooks a finger into it, then brings Ryou down to eye-level, looking right into the white glow.]
I need you here, remember?
[His tone is intent, but still even, still slow. His free hand, when it comes up to Ryou's jaw, moves the same way as he speaks. This is a crisis, a moment where Ryou could be much, much more hurt than he already is, and Atem cannot afford to make the wrong move.
If Ryou is tortured for what Atem did, he'll never forgive himself. So, with stillness and calm, he holds Ryou's head and neck in both his hands, and says:]
I won't allow you to give yourself up to AM.
[He brings himself closer, leaning in, so they're inches apart.]
cw some questionable D/s....
[He reaches up, considering Ryou's shirt...but then, decides on the collar.
Atem hooks a finger into it, then brings Ryou down to eye-level, looking right into the white glow.]
I need you here, remember?
[His tone is intent, but still even, still slow. His free hand, when it comes up to Ryou's jaw, moves the same way as he speaks. This is a crisis, a moment where Ryou could be much, much more hurt than he already is, and Atem cannot afford to make the wrong move.
If Ryou is tortured for what Atem did, he'll never forgive himself. So, with stillness and calm, he holds Ryou's head and neck in both his hands, and says:]
I won't allow you to give yourself up to AM.
[He brings himself closer, leaning in, so they're inches apart.]
Who do you belong to: AM, or me?