[You're the one looking for excuses for me. You're the one looking for excuses. You're the one looking for excuses.
Ryou grits his teeth so hard they grind, and for one moment, he considers making good on his threat. One hand reaches forward, resting on the Ring-Spirit's chest, the fingers phasing into an intangible state. There's more than a prickle of discomfort as he lets his fingers sink in. He's sure it hurts, though how much it hurts he can't quite say.
But those words. All of them give him pause before he can even take hold of the spirit's soul and do...what? What's he going to do with it? Devour it? N...no?
Through the fog of his own anger, Ryou realizes what exactly he's doing. His hand pulls back and he backs away a few steps. The tendrils don't release the Ring-Spirit, but Ryou needs distance.
The Ring-Spirit's words play in an unending feedback in his head, and Ryou finds himself struggling to breathe, the darkened shadows peeling back and his natural shapes returning to what they were. He...he didn't mean for this, he just wanted to be nice. Why had it gone this far?
His heart's pounding in his ears, and the Ring-Spirit can probably tell what's happening. He'll judge Ryou for it, because Ryou can never commit, can he? Be nice, be catty, but never vengeful like this. What...what's happened to him?
His breathing gets more unsteady, to the point he's pretty much hyperventilating. He should never have left home, he shouldn't have taken things so far that the Ring-Spirit got his kicks, his fucking leverage, whatever he wanted!]
H..hhh, no. I'm not...I'm not like you. And I'm not going to serve your wants here.
[All of a sudden, the tendrils rip away and the Ring-Spirit will feel a surge of pressure against him, shoving him back into one of the tables as Ryou's telekinesis kicks in. But the Shade doesn't stick around to see what happens. He doesn't care.
He just stumbles over his own feet to get out of there, leaving his bad decisions trailing behind him.]
cw; panic attack
Ryou grits his teeth so hard they grind, and for one moment, he considers making good on his threat. One hand reaches forward, resting on the Ring-Spirit's chest, the fingers phasing into an intangible state. There's more than a prickle of discomfort as he lets his fingers sink in. He's sure it hurts, though how much it hurts he can't quite say.
But those words. All of them give him pause before he can even take hold of the spirit's soul and do...what? What's he going to do with it? Devour it? N...no?
Through the fog of his own anger, Ryou realizes what exactly he's doing. His hand pulls back and he backs away a few steps. The tendrils don't release the Ring-Spirit, but Ryou needs distance.
The Ring-Spirit's words play in an unending feedback in his head, and Ryou finds himself struggling to breathe, the darkened shadows peeling back and his natural shapes returning to what they were. He...he didn't mean for this, he just wanted to be nice. Why had it gone this far?
His heart's pounding in his ears, and the Ring-Spirit can probably tell what's happening. He'll judge Ryou for it, because Ryou can never commit, can he? Be nice, be catty, but never vengeful like this. What...what's happened to him?
His breathing gets more unsteady, to the point he's pretty much hyperventilating. He should never have left home, he shouldn't have taken things so far that the Ring-Spirit got his kicks, his fucking leverage, whatever he wanted!]
H..hhh, no. I'm not...I'm not like you. And I'm not going to serve your wants here.
[All of a sudden, the tendrils rip away and the Ring-Spirit will feel a surge of pressure against him, shoving him back into one of the tables as Ryou's telekinesis kicks in. But the Shade doesn't stick around to see what happens. He doesn't care.
He just stumbles over his own feet to get out of there, leaving his bad decisions trailing behind him.]