[Ryou says it quietly, with little inflection. His head is still buzzing, moving between the idea that he'd gone too far, or not gone far enough...but it's starting to settle on horror at his own actions.
Unlike Atem, it seems his nephilim fury isn't a low, constant hum. Instead it's acute, a burst of emotion that, if not stoked by the accelerant that had begun the mess in the first place, dies out and leaves nothing but, well...what Ryou's feeling now.]
I'll prove it to you. S-so if--
[He swallows hard. What an ugly word "if" is, between them. They've been together for a long time...saying "if" hurts.]
--when you come back...you can see. I'll change. I can.
[Maybe not all at once, and he'll fuck up, because that's just how he is. But eventually he'll find the right moves, and settle into them. Moves that aren't subversive and surreptitious towards the one he cares about more than anything.
Quietly, he stands, furling his wings behind him. He's avoiding Atem's gaze as he backs out, hands pulled to his chest. eyes covered by his own bangs.]
I...I know it isn't worth much right now, and I'll need to prove it to you, but...if you come back, and I'm still a nephilim at that time...I won't use my powers on you. I'm telling the truth. I won't. I'm so sorry...
[Once he's clear of the doorway, he moves away, to give Atem his privacy after what was, at least to him personally, a terrible, ugly, nasty event that has him stunned and hurting.]
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[Ryou says it quietly, with little inflection. His head is still buzzing, moving between the idea that he'd gone too far, or not gone far enough...but it's starting to settle on horror at his own actions.
Unlike Atem, it seems his nephilim fury isn't a low, constant hum. Instead it's acute, a burst of emotion that, if not stoked by the accelerant that had begun the mess in the first place, dies out and leaves nothing but, well...what Ryou's feeling now.]
I'll prove it to you. S-so if--
[He swallows hard. What an ugly word "if" is, between them. They've been together for a long time...saying "if" hurts.]
--when you come back...you can see. I'll change. I can.
[Maybe not all at once, and he'll fuck up, because that's just how he is. But eventually he'll find the right moves, and settle into them. Moves that aren't subversive and surreptitious towards the one he cares about more than anything.
Quietly, he stands, furling his wings behind him. He's avoiding Atem's gaze as he backs out, hands pulled to his chest. eyes covered by his own bangs.]
I...I know it isn't worth much right now, and I'll need to prove it to you, but...if you come back, and I'm still a nephilim at that time...I won't use my powers on you. I'm telling the truth. I won't. I'm so sorry...
[Once he's clear of the doorway, he moves away, to give Atem his privacy after what was, at least to him personally, a terrible, ugly, nasty event that has him stunned and hurting.]