[Ryou is used to his prey struggling and tensing, and that's why he normally pins them down with his tendrils. He feels less guilty when he's hunting, because he chooses his marks for a reason--they've done something wrong, something Ryou had to weigh against them to feel as if he can kill them.
Sometimes it's men, sometimes it's women, but when they struggle, he doesn't care. He eats them and ends their lives, and they should feel relieved that it really does end their life, and that he moves as quickly as he can when killing.
This though...he can feel the coils around him stiffen, if subtly. He knows this isn't a good experience, and after a few long seconds, he's sated enough to try and pull himself back.
It really does take a great deal of effort, but Ryou has practice with it. After all, killer he might be, but...he can actually spare a human. He's done it before, and may well have to do it again.
He lets out a shuddering breath, the taste of Atem's blood still lingering on his tongue. His thumb presses against the wound he'd made, to try and stem the flow, and he murmurs quietly:]
Sorry...I know you offered, but...I'm sorry.
[Sorry that it hurt. Sorry that he's an inelegant blood drinker.
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Sometimes it's men, sometimes it's women, but when they struggle, he doesn't care. He eats them and ends their lives, and they should feel relieved that it really does end their life, and that he moves as quickly as he can when killing.
This though...he can feel the coils around him stiffen, if subtly. He knows this isn't a good experience, and after a few long seconds, he's sated enough to try and pull himself back.
It really does take a great deal of effort, but Ryou has practice with it. After all, killer he might be, but...he can actually spare a human. He's done it before, and may well have to do it again.
He lets out a shuddering breath, the taste of Atem's blood still lingering on his tongue. His thumb presses against the wound he'd made, to try and stem the flow, and he murmurs quietly:]
Sorry...I know you offered, but...I'm sorry.
[Sorry that it hurt. Sorry that he's an inelegant blood drinker.
(sorry i can't take more)
No. He shakes his head, frowning. None of that.]