[He closes his eyes, and opens his mouth, still tasting like blood, to the kiss. The hand not holding the glass goes to Ryou's chest, to rest over his heart, to feel the heartbeat.
His mood is so strange. It might be because, if Ryou chose to do it, he could smash Atem into a million pieces, inflict the kind of emotional hurt it's hard to ever really come back from. A betrayal now...it'd be the ideal time, if this was a long game, if Ryou had been hiding something from him as effectively as Beat had.
Every bit of self-preservation, every instinct to remain in control, to hide his cards, to bluff, is gone, silenced -- and, it's a little scary.
He's not usually the one who melts into kisses, far from it, but that's absolutely what's happening now.]
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His mood is so strange. It might be because, if Ryou chose to do it, he could smash Atem into a million pieces, inflict the kind of emotional hurt it's hard to ever really come back from. A betrayal now...it'd be the ideal time, if this was a long game, if Ryou had been hiding something from him as effectively as Beat had.
Every bit of self-preservation, every instinct to remain in control, to hide his cards, to bluff, is gone, silenced -- and, it's a little scary.
He's not usually the one who melts into kisses, far from it, but that's absolutely what's happening now.]