[Red eyes flick down, to where his hands are held in shadowy ones.]
I could see it...
[It's a nightmare that feels like it really happened even after you're awake, that it's hard to talk yourself down from without seeing for yourself. Only this time, it's worse, because it did happen, he knows it did --
-- if any of this happened at all.
He looks down at Ryou, knelt at his feet, and feels heavy gold in his ears, on his brow, around his wrists and ankles. (Not married, but something else, something functionally the same but categorically different...)
Ryou is trusted. Ryou says he's not bleeding, and Atem looks down, and he's not. But he's still lost in his own head, in a labyrinth with a million rooms holding a million disparate memories, and because Ryou is trusted, Atem asks, slipping into pre-Coptic Egyptian by accident--]
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I could see it...
[It's a nightmare that feels like it really happened even after you're awake, that it's hard to talk yourself down from without seeing for yourself. Only this time, it's worse, because it did happen, he knows it did --
-- if any of this happened at all.
He looks down at Ryou, knelt at his feet, and feels heavy gold in his ears, on his brow, around his wrists and ankles. (Not married, but something else, something functionally the same but categorically different...)
Ryou is trusted. Ryou says he's not bleeding, and Atem looks down, and he's not. But he's still lost in his own head, in a labyrinth with a million rooms holding a million disparate memories, and because Ryou is trusted, Atem asks, slipping into pre-Coptic Egyptian by accident--]
Am I asleep?